“Without fail, Detective Carter. I will appeal to you only.”
“Very good,” bowed Nick. “Now, one thing more, and I then must leave you for the present. When was Mr. Kendall last here?”
“Nearly a week ago, sir.”
“He is away?”
“He is in Boston, sir; and my brother is with him,” said Dora. “But we expected Harry to return this morning.”
“Possibly he has been unavoidably delayed,” said Nick, now convinced that none at the rectory could give him the information he wanted.
“I imagine that is so, Mr. Carter,” replied the girl.
Nick deferred his departure only to add a few words of advice and instruction, then made his way out of the grounds and returned to the city. He left Dora Royal, if not the happier because of his visit, at least encouraged by his kindly assurances. There was nothing new or strange in this interest thus exhibited by Nick. It was second nature to him to try to serve those he found in distress, particularly in such a case as this.
On arriving in town Nick hastened to his residence and there had a talk with Chick, his chief assistant, to whom he imparted the whole story.
“I wish to locate Kendall this evening, if possible,” said he, in conclusion. “There’s a bare chance that we may find him at Flood’s gambling-house, or there get a line on his whereabouts.”