“Do you know of any reason for which your wife might be abducted?” Nick asked, more gravely.
“No, no reason at all, Mr. Carter. There can’t be any reason.”
“And you know of no person who might have designs upon her?”
“I do not,” said the Englishman, with a groan at the mere suggestion. “What designs could one have? Mollie is my wife. She thinks the world of me. She’s true-blue and deucedly clever and self-reliant. She——”
“Wait!” said Nick, checking him again. “You are English, I judge.”
“Yes, of course.”
“And your wife is an American girl?”
“She is, sir, and none better.”
“Do you reside here in the city?”
“We are here only for a time. We are boarding in Fifty-third Street, near the avenue.”