“A friend.”
“Well, I am Gorse.”
“Are, eh? Well, that is just what I thought.”
“Now, then, what is your business?”
Nick Carter rejoined:
“It would be as well if we could have it a little private, instead of out here where we are likely to be interrupted by somebody coming in for a drink.”
“Good enough! I will call my bartender.”
This individual put in his appearance, after which Gorse said:
“Step into the back room.”
This was just what Nick wanted.