Nick."
After breakfast he took the train to Dorchester.
It was now nine o’clock, and the funeral was to take place at ten.
He wandered up the road where Lord’s house was situated, and was just making up his mind to call when he saw a carriage stop at the gate.
"Too late," said Nick. "The fellow is just going up to Rogers’ place."[Pg 24]
Nevertheless, he lolled about in the shadow of the trees.
In a few minutes Dr. Lord’s door was opened, and Nick Carter saw a sight that surprised even him.
Walking down the garden path, apparently in earnest conversation, were the doctor and the Cuban who had attempted to assassinate him the night before. Dr. Lord got into the carriage; but the Cuban, taking off his hat respectfully, turned from the place and walked down the road, followed by Nick at a safe distance, who saw his man enter a street car bound toward Boston.
Nick hailed a cab near at hand.
He merely showed the driver his badge and said: