“Have you no pity?” he cried. “I always loved you until——”
Wilbur did not allow him to finish the sentence.
“Until,” said the son, “you turned him adrift. I could throttle you.”
Hilton Field, the stern, hard, money-getter, bowed his head and wept.
CHAPTER IX.
A PLOT WELL FOILED.
The next day Tambourine Jack came to Nick with a budget full of news.
He had been shadowing Elmer Greer and had seen him with Louise.
“Good!” said Nick Carter. “Where did the fellow lead you?”
“Well, me and the bloke put in yesterday in Wall Street,” answered Tambourine Jack; “the night before we were at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, he was inside and I was outside. Last night we visited a chap that is a friend of mine. He keeps a crib down near the Thirty-fourth Street ferry.”