“You might as well take off that spinach, too,” Margate tauntingly added. “I know you, all right, and what you’re out after.”
Nick removed his disguise and thrust it into his pocket.
“I have found what I am after, Margate,” he said, more sternly.
Margate laughed derisively.
“Much good that will do you,” he replied. “You haven’t found the one whom you are after.”
“The time will come.”
“Your time will, Carter, all right,” snapped Margate, shaking the weapon at him. “It already has come, in fact. Here is where I get even with you for having queered my game of months ago. I have been lying low since then, and just waiting to frame up this job.”
“You will lie low later, Margate, take my word for it,” Nick said significantly.
Margate laughed again.
“Don’t bank on that, Carter,” he retorted. “I already have demonstrated that you are not in my class. That trick I served you in the Hotel Westgate ought to convince you of it.”