Suddenly the door of Gorse’s place opened and Gorse himself stepped out.
Nick drew back further into the doorway, but he kept his eye on the man, and noticed that he carried a large and what seemed to be a heavy bundle under his arm.
He passed quickly down the street, glancing furtively behind him from time to time.
But despite his caution he was closely shadowed by Nick, who had taken up the trail after giving an odd whistle that could be heard around the corner.
Several blocks were passed, the man in front carefully avoiding the well-lighted streets.
Finally he paused before the door of a house in a narrow little street, and started to ascend the steps.
He had scarcely done so, however, when he felt a hand clasped on his shoulder and, looking quickly around, he found himself looking into the barrel of a gleaming revolver.
He gave one look at the man who held the weapon and his face turned to ashes as he gasped:
“Nick Carter!”
“Yes, my man. It’s Nick Carter. No noise, now. Come this way lively.”