“Not——”
“Oh, no, not to the Tombs,” interrupted Nick heartily. “I know that you are innocent of any crime, and I am here only to serve you to the best advantage, as well as others who are dear to you. I want you to go to my residence with me, and for the present remain concealed there.”
“For what reason?” demanded Royal, struck with surprise and gradually dropping his weapon.
“Oh, I cannot delay to explain,” laughed Nick, in friendly fashion. “I’ll do so later, however. What I most fear, just now, Royal, is that Detective Gerry, of the central office, may show up here at any moment. Take my word for it, my boy, he’ll land you in the Tombs in short order, and that’s what I wish to prevent.”
“Do you mean this, Carter, that you are really my friend?”
“Try me and see,” laughed Nick. “They who know me well will tell you that I never lie like this.”
Royal sprang to his feet and held out his hand.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he impulsively cried, with his boyish countenance fairly transfigured.
“Good for you,” nodded Nick, shaking him warmly by the hand. “You’ll never regret it.”
“I will go with you when and where you please.”