Through it all he did not lose sight of the fact that he was Mother Flintstone’s avenger.
That he kept in mind all the time, and with all his foresight he went back to the original trail.
It was some time after the exciting interview we have just recorded as taking place in the palatial home of the retired money king that the figure of Carter might have been seen to enter one of the fashionable clubrooms of the city.
No one would have known him without an introduction, and no one did.
Attired like a person well-to-do, with sleek garments and a glossy beard over his smooth face, the detective sat down in the smoking room.
The room was most brilliantly lit up and expensively furnished, but the detective who had trailed men in every walk of life was not astonished.
He drew a cigar from his pocket and puffed leisurely away, all the time taking a good survey of the place.
A number of rich young men lounged about the room, filling the plush chairs, while on the floor above could be heard the noise of the billiard balls.
Presently a young man entered the smoking room and took a seat nearly opposite the detective.
It was Claude Lamont.