When Nick Carter reached the Adams House, it was just six o’clock.
A tall, clerical-looking man met him in the hallway.
It was Chick, Nick’s assistant.
“Well, Chick,” said Nick, when they were seated in his room, “what’s the news?”
“The woman who claims to be Mrs. Rogers is already married to Moreno.”
“His wife?”
“Yes.”
“Did you learn their game?”
“Yes. Blackmail.”
“I know that; but what else?”
“I dined at the next table to theirs last night, and learned that they have some deep scheme to prevent a man named Lord from getting married. Her brother was to have seen him this morning. That was why I sent the second telegram.”
“Yes, yes. Go ahead,” cried Nick.
“I think young Rogers is in the deal.”
“No, he isn’t,” said Nick. “Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Good, Chick!”
At that moment th
