“What might it be?”
“That is for him alone to know. From a description that was given me, I should judge that you were the man himself.”
“I ain’t.”
Nick Carter knew better than this. He was positive that this was Gorse, for he had seen him a number of times before, and he said:
“If you are Gorse, I’ve got something to say to you of the utmost importance. If you are not Gorse, then something will have to go by the board that you’ll be sorry for.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
And, turning around as though about to depart, he said:
“Good-day to you!”
Gorse, as he had expected, called to him to stop.