“Ha, ha,” laughed Nick to himself. “So Mr. Lamont is playing a nice little hand. We’ll see about it,” and then he turned his attention again to the man he had in tow.
“He told you to dose me, did he?”
Caddy nodded.
“Did he say why?”
“No.”
“But he was anxious to have me drugged?”
“He seemed so.”
“Now, don’t you know where he took the girl?”
The little barkeeper of the Trocadero shook his head in a solemn manner, and Carter felt that he was in earnest.
“He hasn’t been back since?” he asked.