He found a gentleman somewhat under forty years of age, and apparently in prosperous circumstances, pacing the study floor.
The visitor was evidently greatly excited about something, for his hands trembled and he started nervously when Nick entered.
"Mr. Carter," he said, anxiously, "can I trust you fully?"
Nick laughed.
"I shan't do anything to prevent it," he said.
"Will you swear to keep what I shall tell you a secret?"
"No, sir; I will not."
The man made a despairing gesture.
"I supposed that your business was always strictly confidential," he said.
"So it is, but I take no oaths."