“State’s prison!”
The thought sent a cold chill down this highly respectable gentleman’s back.
Elmer placed his hands to his sides and laughed heartily, in which he was joined by his young companion, who was, as the reader must have guessed, Louise Calhoun.
“It is not a subject for mirth,” said the broker.
“That’s where you make a mistake,” said Greer. “I helped to dress that corpse found floating in the river myself.”
“Then Field is alive?”
“He was this morning.”
“Give me your hand,” cried the broker, and most joyously did he grasp the other rascal’s hand.
Nick Carter’s fingers itched to lay hold of the pair.
He took from his pocket a small phial filled with oil and a piece of wire.