“I ran afoul of him to-night.”
“Where, Billy?”
“Back in the old place, but this time he didn’t get to handle me.”
“No?”
“See here. He lost this in the house. It fell from his pocket when he pulled his handkerchief out,” and Billy handed the detective a card.
“Did you follow him after he left the old house?” he asked the boy.
“No. I just let him go, for I wanted to see what was on this card, for you, Mr. Carter.”
“Thanks, Billy.”
The name on the card stood out in bold relief to Nick’s gaze, and he saw there one he might have seen before.
“You don’t know this George Richmond, do you, Billy?” he asked, looking down at the boy on the edge of the bed.