“The bos’n?”

“Exactly! But, when I use my own name, I am Nicholas Carter.”

“The detective?”

“Yes. But you need not speak so loudly. Don’t let us talk about that.”

“But,” protested Clayton, “this is amazing.”

“Never mind. Tell me what this man said who came and got the jewelry away from you.”

“The New York detective?”

“Yes.”

Paul Clayton—still wondering, as he looked at his visitor—went over in detail all that had passed between him and John Garrison Rayne.

Nick Carter compressed his lips and his brows came together over his eyes as he listened.