"He wished you to help him get revenge upon Dr. Jarvis. You had your own grudge against him on account of your unsuccessful suit for his daughter.
"You saw the chance of a deeper revenge than your brother had any idea of. You then planned this whole conspiracy. He was to go away forever.
You were to remain, and make this charge against the doctor."
"It is an infernal lie," shrieked Deever. "Where is my brother? I demand that you produce him."
"Your brother is now hidden in your house at Nyack. It was vacant. You told him to go there, until you could make arrangements to get him safely away. As to the body, you bought it of a grave-robber."
"How do you pretend to know that?" asked Deever, scornfully.
"As to the body, I can produce the man who sold it. As to your brother, I know where he has gone, because no other course was practicable; and because I have had word that he is there."
"I defy you to prove it," cried Deever. "I am willing to let the question of my guilt or innocence rest on that event. He is not there."
There was a peculiar light of triumph in Deever's eyes as he spoke. It did not escape Nick's observation.
The shrewd detective saw at a glance that Deever believed his brother to have already escaped.
Could it be possible? In any event, Nick would not evade the other's challenge.
He felt that his reputation was at stake, but he did not hesitate.
"If I do not produce him in twenty-four hours," said Nick, "I will withdraw my charge against you."
CHAPTER X.
NICK'S REPUTATION AT STAKE.
As Nick made the bold assertion of his power to produce Patrick Deever alive, both Chick and the superintendent looked at him with something as near doubt as anybody who knew Nick Carter could feel in any of his statements.
They both saw that Deever felt sure of his brother's escape, and they could not help seeing that there was many chances in favor of it.
But Nick was undismayed. He put his trust in Patsy's fidelity.
"I shall hold you and Flint under arrest," said Superintendent Byrnes to Deever. "Dr. Jarvis, you may go when you wish."
Nick, Chick and Dr. Jarvis left the room, after the last-named had expressed his thanks to those concerned in his deliverance.
Nick went at once to Nyack. It was very late when he reached there.
He made his way to the house of Lawrence Deever, which stood some distance from the centre of the town.
There was no sign of Patsy about the place. The house seemed to be deserted.
Nick easily effected an entrance. He searched the house thoroughly.
There were signs of the recent presence of Patrick Deever. He had done some rude cooking. The remnants of the food which he had prepared were visible.
But the man himself was not to be found. The method of his exit, however, Nick discovered.
A window in the end of the house, farthest from the street, was wide open, and beneath it, with the aid of his lantern, Nick found the foot-prints of a man who had leaped from the window.
Unquestionably that man was Patrick Deever.
The footprints could be traced a little way. They led toward a hedge which separated the property from a large, vacant tract south of it.
Nick could see where some person had recently broken through this hedge.
And here he made a more important discovery, which gladdened his eyes.
Beside the hedge were Deever's foot-prints, and another's. The second must be Patsy's.
Passing through, Nick saw a wide field with a grove at its end. The foot-prints were very faint, but it seemed that Deever had started in the direction of that grove.
Nick hurried thither. He searched through the little clump of trees with the utmost minuteness, till at last, on the farther side, in a bit of soft ground, he found the foot-prints.
They still led in the direction of the river. Following such faint clews as he could find, Nick continued the search till dawn broke.
"Uncle Jimmy" Redwood has boats to let in Nyack. He has a boat-house on the river bank from which a flight of steps leads down to a long "float"
extending into the river.
His boats are moored to that float, or anchored near the end of it. He has several fine, fast cat-boats, of which he is very proud.
Uncle Jimmy was overhauling his boats about six o'clock on the morning after the events just described, when a man, whom he had never seen before, came somewhat hurriedly down the steps, and said he wished to hire a cat-boat.
"I want the fastest boat in the fleet," he said.
Uncle Jimmy looked the stranger over carefully. There was a bandage around his head. Uncle Jimmy suspected that something was wrong, but that, after all, might not be any of his business.
"Get the Clio ready for this man," Uncle Jimmy shouted to an assistant at the far end of the float.
"Ay, ay, sir," said the man.
The Clio was lying with her nose against the float, and there was nothing to do but hoist her sail.
However, the stranger seemed impatient of even this delay.
When the sail was up, he jumped into the boat, and prepared to get under way.
But Uncle Jimmy's assistant had hold of the "painter," or rope, by which the Clio had been fastened to the wharf.
"Avast there!" he said. "Mr. Redwood don't let his boats go out that way."