Billy told the detective that if he would follow him he would show him the man in question, and Nick obeyed.
“Look at the gentleman over there at the table in the corner,” said the boy, when he had taken Carter to a little theater and from a secluded spot in the gallery pointed to a man at a table on the ground floor.
“That’s Claude Lamont. This is luck, Billy! When did you see him come here?”
“Half an hour ago.”
“Well, I’ll take care of him now.”
The detective sat down and watched the man below.
The place was a free-and-easy, and the resort of a good many shady people, but on that particular night it did not seem to enjoy its usual custom.
The detective could easily believe that Claude Lamont could have been driven to the free-and-easy after he saw his face in the cab, and now he intended to keep the young fellow in sight.
For an hour Carter kept his post, when Claude suddenly arose and looked at his watch.
In another moment he spoke to a man near the table and that person nodded.