CHAPTER 22MACKENZIE’S SECRET
Nick Carter reached Elmwood a few minutes after eight o’clock that night, and went straight to the only hotel in the town—a very comfortable and well-kept, though small, hostelry.
He made his appearance in Elmwood in the guise of a lawyer, and registered as “Wylie Ketchum, New York City.”
As soon as he had been assigned to a room, he inquired of the landlord:
“Can you tell me where Mr. Mackenzie lives?”
“I can tell you where he did live,” was the reply, made in a mysterious tone of voice.
“Where he did live? You don’t mean to tell me he has moved away?”
“Well, he has!”
“Rather sudden, wasn’t it?”
“Very.”
“Do you know where he has gone?”
“Well, not for sure, though, seeing the old man was a good sort o’ person as men go—a member of the Presbyterian Ch
