Nick left his seat and kept an eye on the nabob’s son.
Claude coolly lit a cigar at the counter and moved toward the street.
On the sidewalk he looked both ways and then started off.
Carter was at his heels.
Lamont walked several squares and then turned up the steps of a well-to-do house.
The detective drew back.
Soon after the door had been shut a light appeared in the front window.
Almost at the same time the door of the adjoining house opened slightly and a face peeped out.
“Heavens! Bristol Clara!” cried the detective the moment he spied this face. “Things are playing into my hands better than I deserve. I wonder if she will serve me now.”
The door had barely shut ere Carter was there and his ring caused it to open again.