CHAPTER XIII.
BLACKMAIL.
The cabman did not allow the grass to grow under his feet.
It did not take him long to reach the Studio Building.
“He’s a rascal,” Carter commented, as he tracked the cabman; “I can make use of him.”
The detective was amused.
That he had formulated some shrewd move was quite certain from the manner in which he was acting.
The cabman entered the Studio Building.
Carter was close behind him.
Not for an instant did the man suspect that he was the person who had given Rich’s name and address to him.
“Does Mr. Rich live here?” the cabman asked of the elevator boy.