"Five-forty."
"Good! I can catch the Providence[Pg 3] boat. Telegraph anything you have to say to the Adams House!" and in another moment the noted detective had left the office.
The snow lay heavy upon the ground when Nick Carter arrived in Boston next morning. Nothing eventful happened during his journey, and he felt rested and ripe for his work—whatever it was.
He was about to step into a cab, when his eyes caught sight of a small vial, half buried in the snow, which he picked up and placed in one of his overcoat pockets, then addressing the hackman, he said:
"When did the snow stop falling?"
"Just after the train for New York pulled out last night, sir."
"You had a heavy fall?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know where Mr. Samuel Rogers lives in Dorchester?"[Pg 4]
"Of course I do, sir."