“How was the girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did she seem to go willingly with the man?”

“I don’t think she did.”

“Was there a cab in the alley out there?”

“Yes.”

For a moment Carter looked daggers at the little scoundrel, his indignation fast rising, but he kept his temper as he said:

“You were that man’s agent. You fixed my drinks at his suggestion or command.”

“He paid me for it.”

“But how did he designate me?”