To himself, Nick Carter said:
“I wonder if these complications will ever cease. Now, then, who can this other woman be?”
Aloud, he asked:
“What did you tell this lady?”
“I told her that Miss Doane was out.”
“What did she say?”
“She asked when she would be in.”
“What reply did you make?”
“I told her that Miss Doane had this morning gone somewhere else instead of to the store where she was employed, and that in consequence I could not say when she would be back.”
“Well?”