“It is.”
“What was the number of the old house on Beach Street in which Lawrence resided?”
“I don’t remember, but you can find it easily. It is near Varick Street, and it is the only house on the block that is closed.”
“Ah!”
“Some one is at the door,” said Peter Wright.
Carter arose from his chair and opened the door.
The police captain entered the room, followed by a policeman.
“Mr. Carter,” he said, “here is one of my men, Officer Pat Maguire; he saw the murdered man last night.”
“Did he?” Carter queried, casting a searching glance at Maguire, who replied:
“That I did, sir.”