They turned into Macdougal Street.
“Where are you goin’?” Brockey asked, after they had reached Fourth Street.
“Not far,” Carter replied. “I’ve got a room around here in Fo’rt’ Street.”
“When did you hire it?”
“Ter-day.”
“Oh!”
“Here it is.”
The detective led the way into a private house.
Brockey’s suspicions were not aroused.
If he had been aware that he was being led into a trap like a lamb to slaughter he would have then and there made a desperate fight.