“I guess not.”
As Carter said this, he pulled off his disguise.
Lena uttered a scream, and sank down into a chair.
“Nick Carter!” she gasped, and the pistol fell from her grasp into her lap.
“You recognize me now?” the detective said, with a smile, as he sat down.
From this it will be seen that he and the woman had met before.
After a pause, Carter remarked:
“Let me see, Lena, it is several years since we have had the pleasure of meeting. You haven’t changed any since I last saw you.”
“No,” Lena stammered.
“At that time you were singing at the Empire, on the Bowery, if my memory does not play me false.”