“Stop!”
As the detective gave this order to his chauffeur and his big car came to a halt, the other car drew up alongside and also stopped as the driver perceived they were waiting for him.
“Where is Mr. Milmarsh in New York?” asked Carter imperatively.
“I put him down at the Hotel Supremacy,” was the reply.
“Did he put up there?” asked Nick, as the other driver pushed his lever forward, preparatory to going on. “Don’t be in a hurry, please. You know me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Carter!”
“Then you know you’d better answer me without any quibbling. I asked whether Mr. Howard Milmarsh went into the Hotel Supremacy, to stop there for the night?”
“I don’t think he did, sir.”
“Why don’t you think so?”