“All right. There’ll be time enough for that while we get dinner somewhere. Can you take us to a quiet place?”
“We were going to the hotel where the crime was committed. The Western Union manager is going to send a boy there with a piece of evidence we need, just as soon as the boy gets back from a long errand.”
“Very well,” said Nick; “we’ll go to the hotel, but we won’t go together, if you please. You and Folsom go back together, and if anybody asks you about Nick Carter, give them any kind of a steer you choose, as long as you make them understand that I’m not in town. Then engage a private room for dinner——”
“We have done that already, Mr. Carter.”
“Good! What’s the number?”
“Fourteen, second floor.”
“Patsy and I will join you there in half an hour, unless there’s some hurry.”
“No,” said Kerr, a little doubtfully, “I don’t believe[{13}] there’s any hurry, for we can’t act till we get the messenger boy’s evidence.”
“Yep,” returned Patsy, who had heard the talk about the forgotten change.
“So long, then.”