The doctor’s face was a study; he was surprised and bewildered.
On the face of Nick Carter there was a quiet smile as he watched the man who had been brought into the station.
The doctor was the first to recover his presence of mind.
“I demand to know what this outrage means?” he cried haughtily. “Is it meant as an insult? If so, I will see that the commissioner of police attends to the matter!”
“I can assure you that it is not meant as an insult, sir; it is a most serious matter, and I would advise you to keep your temper. If there has been a mistake, no one will be the wiser; if there has not, then your friend will be treated as the law provides,” said the inspector.
Turning from the doctor, he faced the man that a moment before he had addressed as Jack Weeden, and said:
“I am sure that I am more than pleased to see you, Mr. Weeden. We have been looking for you all day, and this is an unexpected pleasure, I can assure you.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Inspector, but the gentleman that you are talking to is not Mr. Weeden, as you have addressed him,” said the doctor.
“If that is not his name, what is it?”
“My friend’s name is Wright,” replied the physician.