threw little light upon the affair. 

 The only subject which he refused to discuss was the whereabouts of his wife. When questioned about her, he invariably declined to speak. 

 "She's gone on a little pleasure trip," he said, "and I want her to enjoy it. This affair will be all over when she gets back. She'll never hear of it, where she is, and that's as it should be." 

 Nick returned to his house, where he was informed that a visitor was waiting for him. 

 He found a gentleman somewhat under forty years of age, and apparently in prosperous circumstances, pacing the study floor. 

 The visitor was evidently greatly excited about something, for his hands trembled and he started nervously when Nick entered. 

 "Mr. Carter," he said, anxiously, "can I trust you fully?" 

 Nick laughed. 

 "I shan't do anything to prevent it," he said. 

 "Will you swear to keep what I shall tell you a secret?" 

 "No, sir; I will not." 

 The man made a despairing gesture. 

 "I supposed that your business was always strictly confidential," he said. 

 "So it is, but I take no oaths." 

 "I didn't mean that exactly, but—but—" 

 The man hesitated, stammered, and was unable to proceed. 

 "Come, sir," said Nick; "be calm. Tell me plainly what you want me to do for you." 

 "It isn't for me; it's for a—for a friend of mine." 

 "Very well; what can I do for your friend?" 

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