“Your employer has more wisdom than you, Grady,” said the crook, with a threatening sneer. “Obey at once, or I’ll let daylight into you.”
Grady tossed the pocketbook after the watch and chain.
“Now, up with your hands again!”
“Bedad, mister, some day the boot’ll be on the other leg,” snarled Grady, as he obeyed.
“It’ll not be to-day, Grady, take my word for that,” retorted the ruffian.
“The day will come, nevertheless,” Nick Carter now said, with ominous quietude.
“Do you think so?”
“I certainly do.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“That is because you do not know who I am,” said Nick pointedly.