CHAPTER III.
A FAMILIAR FACE.
“Bring him up,” said Nick, to the servant.
When the servant had gone, the detective opened the door of an adjoining apartment.
“You will have to step in here for a few minutes, Mr. Lansing,” said he. “Your man Yasmar has come to see me.”
“Yasmar!” exclaimed Lansing.
“Yes. Step in, quick. Be quiet, and do not come back until I open the door.”
“But what can he want?” murmured the astounded youth, passing into the other room.
“I shall find out very soon.”
Nick closed the door, and was seated at his desk, writing, when his second caller entered the study.