“That’s right, my good man, and I’m glad to see you. Take a chair.”
The last speaker was Nick Carter.
The first was the whilom cuekeeper in the gambling-house of Moses Flood—the latter’s humpback friend, John Green.
The scene was Nick Carter’s office, on the Monday afternoon following the interview between Godard and Belle Braddon, in which the latter had contracted to turn Nick Carter’s toes up.
The interval was five days.
In compliance with Nick’s genial invitation, the humpback took a seat near the detective’s desk.
“Well,” said Nick, “what has become of Godard since he closed his up-town house?”
Green laughed.
“He’s down at a shore house which he owns. Here’s the address, sir, and the direction for getting there. I wrote it down, thinking you might want it.”
Nick glanced at the scrawl on the slip of paper tendered him, and bowed approvingly.