CHAPTER IVHOW CALAMAN KEPT HIS WORD
“Whom does he want? You?” asked the detective.
“I think not. He seems to be looking at you. Go!”
“One moment!” begged Nick Carter. “Do you know Calaman very well? Is he your friend or an enemy?”
“Outwardly we are on good terms,” was the answer. “But who can trust Calaman? He trusts me, I believe, because once I did him a service—it matters not what. But if once he got an inkling of a suspicion, even now, at the last hour, neither you nor I would see the sun sink below those hills tonight. Now go, before he gets suspicious.”
Nick Carter strode over to the priest, apparently unconcerned, but with every sense on the alert.
“Stranger! Accompany me!” came from Calaman. “You shall see today something you could never have anticipated.”
“I believe that,”
