Grantley’s trail vanished into thin air—or seemed to—very quickly.
Nick Carter and his assistants had comparatively little trouble in finding the hotel which the fugitive had patronized the night before, but their success amounted to little.
Grantley had arrived there at almost one o’clock in the morning and signed an assumed name on the register. He brought a couple of heavy suit cases with him.
He had not been in prison long enough to acquire the characteristic prison pallor to an unmistakable degree, and a wig had evidently concealed his closely cropped hair.
He was assigned to an expensive room, but left his newly acquired key at the desk a few minutes later, and sallied forth on foot.
The night clerk thought nothing of his departure at the time, owing to the fact that the Times S
