CHAPTER XV.
RESTORED AT LAST.
Nick Carter went at once, upon arriving in the city, to the place uptown where Tambourine Jack told him Dick Denton had met Elmer Greer.
The murderer was not there, and, leaving the saloon, the detective took a position near at hand, where he could see everyone that entered.
He had been at his post but an hour when a man, wearing heavy, black whiskers and beard, brushed past him.
The man entered the saloon and Nick Carter quickly followed.
“That disguise don’t baffle me,” the detective thought. “I think I should recognize Elmer Greer if I were to see nothing of him but his eyes.”
Walking up to the bearded gentleman, Nick tapped him on the shoulder, saying:
“I would like to have a few minutes’ conversation with you.”
“I don’t know you, sir,” replied the other; “though I am a stranger in town, I am not to be taken in by any confidence man.”
The detective began to laugh at this, and there was something so familiar in this laugh that the bearded fellow became very nervous.