The face of Wright grew ashen.
Nick saw the change, and concluded that the man was trapped.
Nick opened the directory, and went carefully over the list of Wrights.
“Here it is,” he said: “Wright, crockery, 941 M Street, Northwest.”
A sigh of relief escaped both the doctor and Wright as Nick said this.
“But you said nine hundred and forty-five,” corrected Nick sharply.
“Did I? Well, then, really, I made a slight mistake,” said the man insolently.
His bravado had returned.
“I have visited him there,” spoke up the doctor.
“I was ill there, and I do not like to think of the place,” said Wright.