CHAPTER XVIII.
A DANGEROUS WOMAN.
“Without a doubt,” said the chief of the secret police of Paris, taking the several drawings from the desk in front of him and examining them one by one.
They were greatly improved since that night when Nick Carter made them in the room he was occupying at Kingsgift, in Virginia.
With those original sketches as guides he had made on the way across the ocean, several finished drawings of Juno, and these were what he now exhibited to the chief. Two weeks, lacking one day, had passed since then, and Nick was in Paris.
He had already visited London and Scotland Yard, where no information was obtainable—that is, such information as he sought; but he had determined to visit every capital in Europe before he returned to the United States.
The detective was convinced—as he had been convinced all along—that Juno had a history somewhere in Europe, and that if he searched for it he would find it.
He had arrived that morning in Paris and had lost no time in presenting himself to the chief of the secret police, who was an old acquaintance. As soon as he was received in the private office of that great man, he had said:
“Chief”—we use a free translation of all that passed between them—“I have here a few drawings, made by myself, of a woman whom I wish to identify. I think it more than likely that you will know her. Will you look at them?”