“Do so,” nodded the latter.
Then he turned to the busy clerk and added, a bit sharply:
“What did you say to that man, Hyde, when he came in here this morning?”
Young Sanderson Hyde looked up with raised brows.
“Nothing of consequence, chief,” he respectfully answered. “Only a few words about sending in his card.”
“Do you know the man?”
“No, sir. I don’t recall ever having seen him.”
“Well, the next time you see him take a good look at him, for that man is Nick Carter, the greatest detective that ever stood in leather.”
“The dickens!” gasped Hyde, with manifest astonishment. “You don’t mean it, chief! Not Nick Carter himself?”
“I always say what I mean,” growled Weston. “Hereafter, show him into my office without delay.”