"I can make it in twenty minutes," Fallon nodded.
"Good enough. I’ll get into my rags and veil and be with you in a couple of minutes."
"I’ll wait for you outside."
"Go ahead, then. We’ll not be long."
Fallon swung round and swaggered out of the house, returning to his seat in the taxicab.
Sadie Badger arose and took her cloak from the sofa.
When she turned to put it on—she found Nick Carter confronting her, with a revolver thrust under her very nose.
"If you speak, Sadie, this will speak louder," he said sternly, gripping her by the shoulder. "Not a sound, mind you, or you’ll get all that’s coming to you."
The woman turned as white as the knot of lace at her throat.
"Heavens!" she muttered, with lips twitching. "You mean——”