At two o’clock precisely a lady knocked at the door of room 75, Adams House.
It was Anita Alvarez.
Nick Carter, alias Mr. Rogers, admitted her.
“How do you do, madame?” said Nick.
“Very well, thank you, Mr. Rogers. I expected to find my brother, and—and a friend here.”
“They will be here presently.”
“My brother tells me that Sam will not accept the terms of the agreement.”
“He will be here himself at three o’clock, madame. We shall then arrange everything connected with this matter.”
“But cannot you tell me in the meantime what it is he particularly objects to?”
“I cannot see what good it would do. It will be much better to discuss the entire affair with him personally. But won’t you remove your heavy cloak and make yourself comfortable while you are waiting? By the way, wouldn’t
