“No.”
The detective went to the back entrance of the place and saw where a cab had stood.
Beyond doubt this was the vehicle in which Margie Marne had disappeared with Claude Lamont, and after looking the ground over without finding an additional clew, Carter went back.
It might be hard to track the cab, as there were hundreds in the city, and under the influence of Claude’s money the drivers would not like to betray a good customer.
The detective put this and that together, and in a short time he might have been seen on the front steps of the Lamont mansion.
It was his first visit to the place, and he did not disguise himself in the least.
It was not a very fashionable hour for a call, but his ring caused the door to open and he was ushered in by a wondering maid.
“Is Mr. Lamont in?” asked the detective.
“Yes, sir, but he is indisposed.”
Sick or well, the detective had come to see the millionaire, and he was not to be cheated out of his game.