“Where would you look?”
“In places where he generally hangs out. There’s a lot of joints where you could find him ’most any time, and I——”
“I never knew Howard Milmarsh to hang about in New York,” interrupted Carter. “I think you have somebody else in mind.”
“Who?” demanded Powers defiantly.
“T. Burton Potter, for instance.”
“I’m talking about Howard Milmarsh.”
“Well, we will let you remain in the house here, while I look for Howard Milmarsh. I’m quite as anxious as you are to find him,” was the detective’s reply. “Come on, Chick!”
“You want Andrew Lampton and me to stay here?” asked Powers, with a suspicious inflection. “That’s something different from what you’ve been giving us. You were handing it to us that we had no business in this house.”
“You have business in it now, Louden, because I believe you may help to solve the problem of the missing heir. Captain Brown, you will take us down to the station, won’t you? My car has gone back to New York.”
“I’ll take you down with pleasure,” was the prompt response of the manager of the Old Pike Inn.