“Yes.”
“Shall I find you there?” queried Hyde, with wistful gaze.
“Yes, you’ll find me there—and another with me!”
“Not Nick Carter?”
The woman’s brows knit again and her eyes gleamed venomously.
“Nick Carter—yes!” she rejoined, with suppressed ferocity. “Nick Carter—or what there is left of him!”
CHAPTER XII.
THE ROAD TO CANTON.
It was precisely two o’clock when Nick Carter arrived at Vic Clayton’s rooms in Tremont Street.
Naturally, Nick did not so much as dream that she had been informed of his designs against her. That treachery existed at police headquarters was farthest from his thoughts.