“That was all.”
“Did he pay you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You may go.”
“Wait, sonny.”
It was Carter who spoke. He had remained quiet during the time Peter Wright was questioning the lad.
“Let me see that note?” he asked, and Wright handed the message to him. He read it, and a smile crossed his face.
Then he looked at the boy, and asked:
“Did you ever see the man before?”
“No, sir,” the boy answered.