Promptly at eight o’clock next morning Chick made his appearance at Nick Carter’s private office.
He had the appearance of a man who had had a hard night of it, but was still full of pluck.
“Did everything go all right?” Nick asked.
“Yes, I was reasonably successful.”
“Well, for my part, I don’t think I scored any very brilliant success after we separated. After a good deal of hard work I struck just the place I wanted, and then a table broke down with me, and I got out of the joint just ahead of a bullet.”
After receiving his assistant’s report Nick dressed himself in the costume in which he had first met the Wall Street man, and took his way to that gentleman’s office.
“Tell Mr. Wheeler,” he said to the clerk in the outer office, “that I want to see him in regard to that Lackawanna
