“Yes.”
“Good! My sister’s money and mine is as good as saved. I thank you very much, and your bill will be met as soon as presented.”
“That will come later. For the present, carry out your present policy—keep in the background, and don’t go about the city very much. Do not even communicate with your sister. Leave that part of it to me, and I will see that she does not worry about you. Where will I be able to communicate with you?”
Lansing wrote his address on a card.
Then, after thanking Nick again, he left the house.
The detective lighted a cigar and threw himself into a chair.
“He certainly had his nerve with him, to call on me as he has done,” thought Nick.
“It’s plain that he wants to get me out of town, and at once.
“I wonder if he knows Nick Carter never forgets a face?
“I have seen his face before—but whether that is the face of the tough-looking Westerner called Ramsay, who is ‘wanted’ in Montana, I can’t say for certain.”