"Well, take me there."
Half an hour later the cab stopped at an old-fashioned mansion, which stood in a beautifully kept lawn, in the most fashionable part of Dorchester.
"I wish to see Mr. Samuel Rogers, junior," said the detective to the colored man who answered his ring.
"What name shall I say?" asked the domestic.
"Oh, never mind the name. Tell him that a friend from New York wishes to see him."
A few minutes afterward a good-looking young fellow entered the room.
"Mr. Rogers, I presume?" said Nick.
"Yes, sir. That is my name."
"I received a telegram from you yesterday," rejoined Nick Carter.