“Here’s a dollar for your trouble.”
“Thanks.”
Carter pocketed the money.
“I can depend on you?” Darwin asked uneasily.
“You can,” the detective replied, and he hardly was able to repress a smile.
“Good night.”
Darwin hurried away.
Carter did not budge from the corner.
That he had formed some new plan in his mind was evident, or he would have made a move to keep on the trail of his quarry.
“He said the woman’s name was Peters—Lena Peters,” the detective muttered, a few minutes after Darwin had disappeared around the corner. “She has seen him a number of times. Can she be any relation to the man who died in Bellevue Hospital? If she is——”