“You ought to guess what I mean, Cora, and whom.”
“Not—not Nick Carter?”
“Yes. May the devil get him—and I’ll help him do so.”
“What has occurred?” Cora demanded, voice quaking.
“Carter began an investigation this morning,” Deland now informed her. “I was there in disguise to learn who was put on the case and what was suspected. Phelan, the headquarters man, was the first to show up, and he played dead easy into our hands.”
“He got after Gordon?”
“He sent a gun to get him, and I now know that Gordon was arrested and taken down to headquarters, along with the evidence against him.”
“Why are you so stewed, then? That ought to be good enough.[Pg 27]”
“So it would be—if it had lasted!” snapped Deland.
“Lasted—what do you mean?”