“Because I tell you. I’m Nick Carter.”
The man started on hearing this, and went to the rear of the floor, where a man was lying on some carriage cushions which he had piled up in the corner.
Nick and Patsy had followed, and Nick said to the man:
“Don’t get up, but answer a few questions of mine. You had a party out last night. How many were there of that party?”
“Two.”
“What did they look like?”
The man laughed, and replied:
“Hard to tell. They changed their looks two or three times.”
“Where did they go?”
“One man came here first and hired the coach,” said the man, “and he was a black-haired, black-eyed man. Then he drove up to Forty-second Street and Avenue A, where he took in another man. Then they drove down to the Bowery and into Fourth Street, where they left the coach and told me to wait for them. They staked me to wait until they came back.