CHAPTER XXVII.
BULLY COMES TO GRIEF.
“That was quick work,” said Hughart, “but I did not expect to see you helping me.”
“I had an idea,” replied the detective, “that I wanted a little of your society myself, and so do the police.”
“Who’s talkin’ about the police?” said a voice, and the next moment a burly man appeared in the doorway of the inner room.
He was almost a giant, and carried himself with the air of a fighter. The muscles on his arms and neck stood out like cords, and there was an ugly leer on his face.
“I am talking about the police,” replied Nick.
“Go chase yourself,” thundered the bouncer, “you can’t bring no police up here while I’m around.”
Nick saw that there was trouble ahead, and got ready for it.