“Another?”
“Harry Royal.”
“Why do you say this?”
“Because you are in love with his sister, Mose, and you went to Fordham last evening to see her,” cried Nick. “Instead, you saw Harry Royal near Kendall’s dead body, and you now believe that he committed the murder. So you are taking his supposed crime upon your own shoulders, for the sake of Medora Royal and her father, with even greater sacrifice than when you purposely dealt cards which made you a loser to the amount of ninety thousand dollars, to set Kendall on his feet, merely because you thought Dora Royal loved him.”
Before this was half uttered Moses Flood was upon his feet, as white as the collar at his pulsing throat and with eyes burning like living fire.
“Are you man or devil, Nick Carter, that you know these things?” he cried, with lips convulsively twitching.
Nick laughed aloud.
“Man, Mose,” he replied; “and I’m sometimes known by the name of—Badger.”
Flood drew back with a start.
“Badger—you’re not Joe Badger!”