“Where is he?”
“That man sitting near the door with a parcel in his hands.”
Nick went up to the young man.
“Are you waiting for Mr. Carter?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied the young man, rising.
“I am he.”
“Oh! well, sir, I understand you are working on the Judson matter. The man who is supposed to have committed suicide.”
“I have been looking into it a little.”
“Well, sir, I’ve got something here to show you. I showed it to your assistant, and he said it would interest you.”
The young man went to undoing his parcel, and three or four idlers drew near.