“Nick Carter!”
“Yes, a trap is being laid for me to walk into, of which this is only one of the strings.”
“But why should they attempt to blackmail you?”
“I suppose my money is as good to them as that of any other person. But what a triumph it would be to have the boast that Nick Carter had been trapped that way!”
“True.”
“Edith, let me warn you to be prepared for any trick. Whether I will or not, the Brown Robin has thrown down the gauntlet.”
“Do you know Mr. Alpheus Cary?”
“I only know that there is a person of that name, who is a man of wealth and the president of a bank in this city—a man of some prominence, but that is all I do know of him.”
“Where does he live?”
“Somewhere in Central Park West, but just where I don’t know. What are you thinking of?”