“I am unable to find the gentleman at his hotel, madame, and I thought he might still be here.”
“Who is the gentleman?” asked Vic, with affected indifference.
“His name is Nick Carter.”
“Is he a friend of yours?”
“An acquaintance only.”
“How did you learn that he had been here, Mr. Henderson?” inquired Vic, now bestowing a gracious smile upon her questioner.
“I was so informed by the clerk at the hotel, to whom Mr. Carter had mentioned his intention of coming here.”
“Ah. I see.”
“I inferred that Mr. Carter came here to consult you professionally, madame, and I thought his interview might possibly have lasted till now.”