However, he decided to see if there was anything in the affair, to go to the designated number and meet this woman-informer face to face.
As no time was set by the strange writer, he took it for granted that she was to be found in the house at any hour, and in a few minutes he was on his way.
The detective was always ready to investigate anything that promised to assist him on a trail.
More than once he had picked up some startling clews from anonymous letters, and he thought that perhaps “Sara P——” might know something of importance.
Hester Street is not the finest street in Gotham. Neither is it a high-toned thoroughfare. There is a mixture of poverty and wealth on Hester Street, but society there in spots is not of the highest order.
Carter entered the street with some misgivings, but not afraid.
He walked leisurely up the street, looking for the number, and wondering what sort of looking woman his correspondent was.
He found the house at last—a plain, two-story affair, with shutters in front and signs of age about the structure.
No one appeared at the door to greet him, but he did not expect any one.
He walked up the steps and turned the knob.