“I’ve wasted the whole morning,” he remarked to Wright.
“That woman promised to call early,” Wright rejoined. “Do you think her suspicions were aroused?”
“That I cannot tell.”
“It is curious.”
“Very.”
Carter strode over to the window and looked out into the street. He was in a brown study.
What should he do?
Just then some one knocked on the door, and the detective opened it.
A messenger boy stood before him.
“I’ve got a note for Mr. Peter Wright,” the boy said.