“Why do you think that I wish to lay hands on him?”
“You are still in Gilsey’s employ, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes; I’ll admit that I am.”
“Then, of course, you want Flood,” cried Belle bluntly. “What’s the use of denying it?”
Nick no longer did so, it now being very obvious that the girl had some object in view and cared not how she accomplished it.
“I did not deny it. In fact, I really would like to land him,” said he, with sinister eagerness. “Do you mean to tell me that you know where he is located?”
Belle winked and nodded.
“On the level?” demanded Nick.
“Sure.”
“Where is he?”