"Ah, I am sure of that, sir. You are so very kind, and I am so glad that I came to you."
"Well, well, we shall see," laughed Nick, with a paternal caress of her shapely white hand. "By the way, Miss Page, since I now happen to think of it," the crafty detective indifferently added, "wasn't there a Hindoo juggler, or snake charmer, or something of that sort, connected with your late vaudeville company?"
"Oh, yes, sir! Pandu Singe."
"Ah, that is his name, is it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is he still in the city?"
"I am not sure, Mr. Carter; but I think that he may be, for he is signed with the company for next season."
"Do you know where he has been living?"
"Yes, sir. I have seen his house address on letters forwarded to the theater. Do you want it, sir?"
"If you can recall it, yes," smiled Nick, producing his notebook. "I am making a study of the Hindoo language just at this time, and I would like to consult Pandu Singe about certain books on the subject."