Nick places the broker in a carriage, and then turns back toward the track.
“You did nobly,” he says to the jockey, a moment later. “Keep what took place last night to yourself, and come to this address to-morrow forenoon.”
The detective hands the boy the broker’s card and hastens away.
“Now, then,” he says to the broker, as they drive slowly along, “I want to tell you, now that it is all over, that I don’t like these kind of cases.”
“But you have saved my reputation, and have saved the property of two innocent children. Besides this, you have defeated one of the wickedest conspiracies ever put on the turf.”
“Yes, but I don’t like it for all that. I don’t like the idea of mixing up in these affairs of the turf. My business is to assist the officers of the law in bringing criminals to justice.”
“If the note you sent me this morning is correct you have also done this.”
“How is that?”
“In defeating the race-track gamblers you have captured the men who robbed me of twenty thousand dollars.”
“That is all that makes me feel in any way easy about my part in the transaction.”