There was a murmur from the crowd.
Everybody, unless it was Claymore, seemed to think that this would be the best possible plan.
After a moment, he asked:
“Is Nick Carter a friend of yours?”
“I met him not long ago,” replied Folsom. “He’ll come; I know he’ll come if he’s not too far away. I can’t rest as long as there’s any shadow of doubt that I worried poor Judson to his death.”
“The local police on such a plain case,” began Claymore, but Folsom interrupted:
“I said I’d take the responsibility, and I will. Let the local police do all they can. It won’t do any harm to have Nick Carter also on the spot. I’ll wire him at once.”
He reached for a pad of telegraph blanks, and wrote a dispatch, which he gave to the clerk with a request that it be sent to the office in a hurry.
A bell boy went off with it on the run.
Then Folsom turned again to Claymore.