“We will not talk any more about this matter. We will start for your flat.”
“I will help you.”
“I believe you.”
They arose from the table.
Carter put on his facial disguise, and then they left the restaurant.
Dora’s flat was situated on Thirty-ninth Street, next to a theater. It was elaborately furnished in a style that evinced more money than good taste, and Nick almost shuddered at the array of showy furniture, useless bric-a-brac, draperies, and ornaments which crowded the little parlor into which she ushered him.
“Mr. Carter, I suppose you do not want to lose any time,” she said, “so, if you will follow me, I will conduct you to Darwin’s room.”
Carter followed Dora along a private hall.
At last she opened a door, and led him into one of the bedrooms, remarking:
“This is the room.”