“Pretty well.”

“Did you stick to the trail of that old bloke the other night?”

“Yes.”

Carter had made himself up in such a manner that he looked like Brockey. He was delighted when the cabman recognized him as the thug.

“Who was he?” the cabby asked, after a silence.

“He was the man who was murdered at the Red Dragon Inn.”

“You are joking!”

“I am not,” protested Nick.

“I wouldn’t like to stand in your shoes.”

“Why not?”