"Wait and see."
"But——”
"There is no alternative," Nick forcibly insisted. "You must keep perfectly quiet and leave me to do the work."
"I could not do better, Carter, of course."
"Goulard is the only man who thus could have impersonated your father," Nick added. "He is about the same build and is thoroughly familiar with his voice, bearing, and habits."
"That’s true. They were in business together for years."
"Your father, moreover, with his gray hair, his beard, and his gold-bowed spectacles, presents a type easily impersonated. Goulard knew this, and has contrived to pick up other points bearing upon the business engagements of you and your father this morning, enabling him to turn this scurvy trick. That’s all there is to it—except to track the rascal and round him up with his confederates."
"Does that look easy to you?" Mantell inquired, with the ghost of a smile on his pale face.
"That’s neither here nor there," Nick replied. "I never view a task from that standpoint. I go at it for all I am worth, and the greater the difficulties, the more credit in overcoming them."
"That’s true, too," Mantell quickly admitted.