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Nick Carter nodded, without speaking. He understood the situation very well. There was nothing to be gained by questioning Claudia further. They got to the gateway of Crownledge, and Chick opened the big iron gates, which were unlocked. The limousine slipped around the curving roadway and stopped before the front entrance of the house.

The residence stood in a lonely part of the road, and as there was a thick growth of large trees inside, the visitors were well screened from the observation of any casual passers-by. Nick went up on the porch. One glance at the letter box told him no one had been at the house for twenty-four hours, at least. The box was stuffed with newspapers which had not been taken in after the mail carrier had been there.