“You won’t, eh?” cried Miss Lamont.
“I’m simply Nick Carter, and he has never been in the market, miss,” was the response.
In an instant the girl’s countenance changed again from expectancy to wrath.
She opened the door and pointed into the hall.
“Take what comes!” she hissed, and with this Carter walked out.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE CARD CLEW.
Jack Redmond’s death promised to give the police of New York another job, but no one suspected that he was Carter’s spy.
The woman who had seen the strange man go up to Redmond’s room had given her information to the detective alone, and Nick kept it to himself.
He did not doubt that the crook had been put out of the way because he was on the right trail in the matter of spying, and as he—Carter—had set Jack to keep track of Claude Lamont, he resolved to turn his own attention to that young man.
Then, the disappearance of Margie from the Trocadero, whither she had gone to meet a person discovered to be the millionaire’s son, was an additional incentive for the detective, and he went from Lamont’s mansion to a certain part of the city where he expected to find the heir.