“We should arrive in another ten minutes now. How do you like those cigars, Mr. Lynne?�
“They seem very good, indeed. I—er—I am not much of a smoker, Mr. Carter.â€�
“No? You seem to take kindly to it just now. I suppose that is due to the excellence of the cigars, isn’t it?�
“It must be so.�
There was another silence after that, and a grim smile was playing upon the features of Nick Carter.
It broadened, too, when as they drew nearer to Pleasantglades, and came into the more thickly populated localities, Lynne threw the not half-smoked cigar from the window, and straightened himself suddenly.
“We will be there in a moment now, Mr. Carter,� he said.
“Yes. We will be there in a moment.�
“Need I say to you that you shall be very generously recompensed for whatever you can do to relieve me of the strain and terror of this awful business? I have no doubt that my daughter came here deliberately to kill herself. Why, I do not know; but you must help me to find that out.�