Presently, the bell boy came up to him and touched him on the shoulder.
“Mr. Nicholas,” said he, “you are wanted at the telephone.”
“Where is it?” asked Nick, getting up.
“This way, sir.”
The detective was conducted to the rear of the office, some distance back of the counter.
The telephone box was under the stairway, side by side with a ground-glass window overlooking a court.
So close was the side of the box to the window that the glass in the box and in the window were scarcely more than a foot apart.
The receiver was lying on the top of the phone, and Nick took it down and held it to his ear.
“Is this Carter?” called a voice.
“Who is this?” queried Nick.