“No; at least, not at the present time.�
“I had thought that perhaps you would try——â€�
“Try what, Nora?�
“Your wiles, your fascinations, your witchery——â€�
“What! On Nick Carter? My dear, you don’t know the man.�
“Possibly not; but I have never known you to fail yet in such an undertaking. Look at the things you have done more than once. Look at——â€�
“Hush! No names!�
“Why? We are alone, aren’t we?�
“I suppose so. One never knows. One of my maids might even now be hiding behind the easel in my little den. I’ll look, presently, to see.�
Nick Carter was at that instant engaged in silently turning the key in the lock of the door, and he smiled to himself, being thankful that it had not occurred to her to make the investigation sooner.