Nick turned away after saying to the policeman that he had no further business there, and that the officer should make his report to the station house as quickly as he could.
CHAPTER II.
ANOTHER PHASE.
The next morning Nick Carter had hardly concluded his breakfast when a card was brought to him by the servant.
He smiled as he read it, and, tossing it to his wife across the table, said:
“I expected that call, but hardly so early.”
He went into the parlor, where a middle-aged man rose to greet him.
“Mr. Carter, I presume,” said the visitor.
Nick bowed and requested his visitor to be seated, seating himself in such a position that the light fell on the face of his caller.
“My card has given you my name,” said the gentleman.