“Nick Carter.”
The restaurant man walked up and down the floor for a moment with a heavy frown on his face.
“How do you know Nick Carter did not follow you here?” he finally asked.
“I saw him last at Detroit,” was the calm reply.
“Then you think he is after you?”
“I am certain of it.”
“And yet, you come here?”
“I told you before I had no other place to go.”
“I’ll murder you if he follows you to my place.”