“Yes, yes.”
“She dropped ‘Mag’ months ago, or soon after she came down the river.”
“But she’s Mag yet,” smiled Carter, and in another second the woman was left alone wondering why he wanted to see Nora so badly.
There were many chances against Nick finding the woman he sought, but he did not despair.
The piers of New York are many and long.
From them thousands have leaped to their death, or been thrown into the waters after dark by those whose hands are red with crime.
More than once the detective’s trail had taken him to the docks, and there he had picked up more than one clew.
Every dock in the city was known to Carter.
While among them he was at home, and knew where they began and ended.
The bare thought that this old criminal had gone to the river in a fit of remorse, for he doubted not that she thought Margie had perished in the fire, urged him on.