“Who is this enemy of Judson’s you speak of?” he asked.
A man who had been quietly listening to the conversation touched Claymore on the shoulder.
“Don’t answer that question just yet,” he said.
At the same time he pulled aside the lapel of his coat.
Claymore and Folsom both saw a badge pinned to his vest.
“Come into the office a minute, both of you,” added the stranger.
The two men followed him into the hotel manager’s private room, and the door was closed.
“My name is Kerr,” the stranger said then. “I am a detective, and belong to the regular force here. I shall be very proud to work with Nick Carter on this case if he comes, but it is my duty to get ahead on it, and clear it up before he arrives, if possible.”
“Of course,” responded Claymore.
Folsom nodded.