“All right. There’ll be time enough for that while we get dinner somewhere. Can you take us to a quiet place?”
“We were going to the hotel where the crime was committed. The Western Union manager is going to send a boy there with a piece of evidence we need just as soon as the boy gets back from a long errand.”
“Very well,” said Nick; “we’ll go to the hotel, but we won’t go together, if you please. You and Folsom go back together, and if anybody asks you about Nick Carter, give them any kind of an evasive answer you choose, as long as you make them understand that I’m not in town. Then engage a private room for dinner——”
“We have done that already, Mr. Carter.”
“Good! What’s the number?”
“Fourteen, second floor.”
“Patsy and I will join you there in half an hour unless there’s some hurry.”
“No,” said Kerr, a little doubtfully, “I don’t believe there’s any hurry, for we can’t act till we get the messenger boy’s evidence.”
“So long, then.”
Kerr and Folsom left Nick and Patsy inside the station, where they had met.