The man removed the gag and stood looking down at him.
“How did you come here?” he asked.
“I didn’t get into this shape for the fun of it,” was the reply. “Take these things off before those men come back.”
“Who are you?”
Nick nodded his chin toward an inside pocket.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said, “so you may look at my credentials.”
The man did look, and in about a second after he had done looking Nick Carter was free of all bonds, and on his way to the flat above.
It took but a few moments for the detective to explain all that had taken place in the building the previous night.
Nick was not seriously injured.
A weaker man would have been laid up for days from the effects of the bruises he had received, but Nick had too much work to do to think of going to bed at all.