“It will not be necessary that you should search. Fortunately there is one who has known me many years. Mr. Carter can supply all particulars that may be required.”
“I am afraid,” said Duryea, “that what was intended as a joke all around has taken a serious turn. Let us drop it before we begin to indulge in personalities. Nevertheless, Miss Nightingale, it is well to have a person so renowned as Nick Carter to vouch for one. I only wish that he could perform the same service for me.”
“Perhaps, Mr. Dinwiddie, I might be able to do that, also,” replied Nick quietly. “It is my profession to know something about a great many people who do not suppose that I know them at all. However, as you say, the conversation is taking too serious a turn. I will propose a game of tennis with you, Mr. Dinwiddie; what do you say?”
“Gladly. Come along. Singles?”
“Yes. Singles. There is a vacant court.”
“All right. You’re on. But I warn you, Mr. Carter, I am considered an expert.”
“So much the better. I think I just suggested that about you in quite another line, did I not?”