“I’ll soon have both where I want them—as I’ve got you!” Margate exultantly added.
“Admitting that, which now seems quite probable, I don’t see how you discovered that Senator Barclay sent for me,” said Nick, pretending he was merely puzzled and had no covert design.
“You don’t, eh?” leered Margate, evidently pleased to discuss his own cunning. “I’ll tell you how.”
“Well, I’m listening.”
“I sent a man to watch your New York residence.”
“Ah!”
“I knew that if any detective was employed, you would be the one.”
“I see.”
“And you were seen when you left home alone with a suit case and took the train for Washington,” Margate went on sneeringly. “You were shadowed when you arrived at the Willard. You were watched throughout yesterday. You were seen with Fallon, the infernal dick, dipping into a mess you had better kept out of. You were seen going in disguise to Garland’s office, and afterward to his rooms in the Grayling, where he joined you about five o’clock. You were seen leaving and returning to the Willard, where you remained until to-night, when you went to his rooms again and fixed yourself up to turn this trick on me.”
Nick Carter’s face evinced no sign of the satisfaction he now felt.