“Nevertheless,” Nick continued, “you cannot be indifferent to the arrest of the assassin.”
Parks sprang to his feet.
“Has he been taken?” he cried.
“Not yet; but he will be in custody to-night.”
“Who is he?”
The question was asked in a voice that was like a groan. The man’s eyes blazed.
“I will not answer that question now,” said Nick, “but come with me and in an hour at the furthest I will set you face to face with the cowardly villain who struck that blow.”
CHAPTER IX.
PARKS IN DISGUISE.
The two men left the house immediately.
A carriage was in waiting, and it conveyed them rapidly to the “fence” on Sixth Avenue.