“I don’t think he does.”
“Drop Nick Carter. Lend me some money. I need a complete outfit, and something to buy food and drink with.”
“I won’t give you a cent.”
Parks started for the door.
“Where are you going?” demanded Gilmore.
“To the police.”
Gilmore opened the door.
“I don’t care how quick you go,” he said.
As Parks stepped out, a waiter walked up to the door of the room.
“Did you ring?” he asked.