Then Flood was gone, and the door closed with a bang.
Five minutes later Nick Carter, who had not deemed it worth his while to interfere, which step might have suggested his identity, signed for Chick to accompany him, and they left the place together.
“There was nothing more for us there,” remarked Nick, as they headed for home. “If ever a man in a bad corner made a lucky play, Kendall has made one this night.”
“I’m blessed if I can see through it!” said Chick, perplexedly. “What has come over Flood that he should do such a thing as that?”
“The sentiment which quite often brings out the very best part of a man,” replied Nick gravely.
“Love?”
“Precisely.”
“But——”
“Wait till we get home, Chick, and I will then explain.”
“Good enough,” laughed Chick. “I reckon I can wait.”