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-Project Gutenberg's The Man Without a Conscience, by Nicholas Carter
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-Title: The Man Without a Conscience
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-
- NICK CARTER STORIES
-
- New Magnet Library
-
- Price, Fifteen Cents _Not a Dull Book in This List_
-
-
-Nick Carter stands for an interesting detective story. The fact that
-the books in this line are so uniformly good is entirely due to the
-work of a specialist. The man who wrote these stories produced no
-other type of fiction. His mind was concentrated upon the creation of
-new plots and situations in which his hero emerged triumphantly from
-all sorts of troubles and landed the criminal just where he should
-be—behind the bars.
-
-The author of these stories knew more about writing detective stories
-than any other single person.
-
-Following is a list of the best Nick Carter stories. They have been
-selected with extreme care, and we unhesitatingly recommend each of
-them as being fully as interesting as any detective story between cloth
-covers which sells at ten times the price.
-
-If you do not know Nick Carter, buy a copy of any of the New Magnet
-Library books, and get acquainted. He will surprise and delight you.
-
- _ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT_
-
- 850—Wanted: A Clew By Nicholas Carter
- 851—A Tangled Skein By Nicholas Carter
- 852—The Bullion Mystery By Nicholas Carter
- 853—The Man of Riddles By Nicholas Carter
- 854—A Miscarriage of Justice By Nicholas Carter
- 855—The Gloved Hand By Nicholas Carter
- 856—Spoilers and the Spoils By Nicholas Carter
- 857—The Deeper Game By Nicholas Carter
- 858—Bolts from Blue Skies By Nicholas Carter
- 859—Unseen Foes By Nicholas Carter
- 860—Knaves in High Places By Nicholas Carter
- 861—The Microbe of Crime By Nicholas Carter
- 862—In the Tolls of Fear By Nicholas Carter
- 863—A Heritage of Trouble By Nicholas Carter
- 864—Called to Account By Nicholas Carter
- 865—The Just and the Unjust By Nicholas Carter
- 866—Instinct at Fault By Nicholas Carter
- 867—A Rogue Worth Trapping By Nicholas Carter
- 868—A Rope of Slender Threads By Nicholas Carter
- 869—The Last Call By Nicholas Carter
- 870—The Spoils of Chance By Nicholas Carter
- 871—A Struggle With Destiny By Nicholas Carter
- 872—The Slave of Crime By Nicholas Carter
- 873—The Crook’s Blind By Nicholas Carter
- 874—A Rascal of Quality By Nicholas Carter
- 875—With Shackles of Fire By Nicholas Carter
- 876—The Man Who Changed Faces By Nicholas Carter
- 877—The Fixed Alibi By Nicholas Carter
- 878—Out With the Tide By Nicholas Carter
- 879—The Soul Destroyers By Nicholas Carter
- 880—The Wages of Rascality By Nicholas Carter
- 881—Birds of Prey By Nicholas Carter
- 882—When Destruction Threatens By Nicholas Carter
- 883—The Keeper of Black Hounds By Nicholas Carter
- 884—The Door of Doubt By Nicholas Carter
- 885—The Wolf Within By Nicholas Carter
- 886—A Perilous Parole By Nicholas Carter
- 887—The Trail of the Finger Prints By Nicholas Carter
- 888—Dodging the Law By Nicholas Carter
- 889—A Crime in Paradise By Nicholas Carter
- 890—On the Ragged Edge By Nicholas Carter
- 891—The Red God of Tragedy By Nicholas Carter
- 892—The Man Who Paid By Nicholas Carter
- 893—The Blind Man’s Daughter By Nicholas Carter
- 894—One Object in Life By Nicholas Carter
- 895—As a Crook Sows By Nicholas Carter
- 896—In Record Time By Nicholas Carter
- 897—Held in Suspense By Nicholas Carter
- 898—The $100,000 Kiss By Nicholas Carter
- 899—Just One Slip By Nicholas Carter
- 900—On a Million-dollar Trail By Nicholas Carter
- 901—A Weird Treasure By Nicholas Carter
- 902—The Middle Link By Nicholas Carter
- 903—To the Ends of the Earth By Nicholas Carter
- 904—When Honors Pall By Nicholas Carter
- 905—The Yellow Brand By Nicholas Carter
- 906—A New Serpent in Eden By Nicholas Carter
- 907—When Brave Men Tremble By Nicholas Carter
- 908—A Test of Courage By Nicholas Carter
- 909—Where Peril Beckons By Nicholas Carter
- 910—The Gargoni Girdle By Nicholas Carter
- 911—Rascals & Co By Nicholas Carter
- 912—Too Late to Talk By Nicholas Carter
- 913—Satan’s Apt Pupil By Nicholas Carter
- 914—The Girl Prisoner By Nicholas Carter
- 915—The Danger of Folly By Nicholas Carter
- 916—One Shipwreck Too Many By Nicholas Carter
- 917—Scourged by Fear By Nicholas Carter
- 918—The Red Plague By Nicholas Carter
- 919—Scoundrels Rampant By Nicholas Carter
- 920—From Clew to Clew By Nicholas Carter
- 921—When Rogues Conspire By Nicholas Carter
- 922—Twelve in a Grave By Nicholas Carter
- 923—The Great Opium Case By Nicholas Carter
- 924—A Conspiracy of Rumors By Nicholas Carter
- 925—A Klondike Claim By Nicholas Carter
- 926—The Evil Formula By Nicholas Carter
- 927—The Man of Many Faces By Nicholas Carter
- 928—The Great Enigma By Nicholas Carter
- 929—The Burden of Proof By Nicholas Carter
- 930—The Stolen Brain By Nicholas Carter
- 931—A Titled Counterfeiter By Nicholas Carter
- 932—The Magic Necklace By Nicholas Carter
- 933—’Round the World for a Quarter By Nicholas Carter
- 934—Over the Edge of the World By Nicholas Carter
- 935—In the Grip of Fate By Nicholas Carter
- 936—The Case of Many Clews By Nicholas Carter
- 937—The Sealed Door By Nicholas Carter
- 938—Nick Carter and the Green Goods Men By Nicholas Carter
- 939—The Man Without a Will By Nicholas Carter
- 940—Tracked Across the Atlantic By Nicholas Carter
- 941—A Clew From the Unknown By Nicholas Carter
- 942—The Crime of a Countess By Nicholas Carter
- 943—A Mixed Up Mess By Nicholas Carter
- 944—The Great Money Order Swindle By Nicholas Carter
- 945—The Adder’s Brood By Nicholas Carter
- 946—A Wall Street Haul By Nicholas Carter
- 947—For a Pawned Crown By Nicholas Carter
-
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-
- THE MAN WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE
-
- OR,
-
- FROM ROGUE TO CONVICT
-
-
- BY
-
- NICHOLAS CARTER
-
- Author of the celebrated stories of Nick Carter’s adventures,
- which are published exclusively in the NEW MAGNET LIBRARY,
- conceded to be among the best detective tales ever written.
-
-
- [Illustration]
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- PUBLISHERS
- 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York
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- Copyright, 1906
- By STREET & SMITH
-
- The Man Without a Conscience
-
-
- (Printed in the United States of America)
-
- All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign
- languages, including the Scandinavian.
-
-
-
-
- THE MAN WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER I.
-
- AN INQUISITIVE CLERK.
-
-
-“Bureau of Secret Investigation.”
-
-Nick Carter glanced at the above sign over the door, an unpretentious
-and somewhat faded reminder of better days, while he descended the
-flight of stone steps leading into the basement offices of the Boston
-police department.
-
-The sunlight lay warm and bright in Pemberton Square at ten o’clock
-that May morning, shedding over the magnificent new court-house a
-golden glory consistent, no doubt, with the wise dispensation of
-justice, yet in monstrous anomaly with some of the dreadful experiences
-and grim episodes sometimes enacted within those splendid sunlit walls.
-
-Nick turned to the right in the main corridor and entered the adjoining
-office, quite a commodious room, in which the general business of this
-secret service branch of the local police department was conducted.
-
-The enclosure back of the chief clerk’s high desk, which also was
-topped with a brass grating, happened to be vacant when Nick entered.
-In one corner of the room, however, a subordinate clerk was busily
-engaged in attempting to repair a slight leak in the faucet of the
-ice-water vessel, and to this young man the famous New York detective
-addressed himself.
-
-“Has the chief been in this morning?” he asked.
-
-The clerk bobbed up from his work as if startled, drying his hands with
-his handkerchief, and stared sharply at Nick for several moments. But
-he saw nothing familiar in the stranger’s grave, clean-cut features.
-
-For all that this clerk knew, or surmised, Nick might have been an
-ordinary or very humble citizen, who had quietly dropped in there for
-want of something better to do.
-
-“Chief Weston?” he returned inquiringly, still sharply scrutinizing
-Nick.
-
-“There is no other chief in this department, is there?” was Nick’s
-reply, with a subtle tinge of irony.
-
-“Well—no.”
-
-“Chief Weston, yes,” bowed Nick. “Is he in his office?”
-
-“I believe so.”
-
-“Busy?”
-
-“I reckon he is, just now.”
-
-“Reckon, eh? Don’t you know?”
-
-“Yes, sir, he’s busy,” the clerk now said, a bit curtly, flushing
-slightly under the detective’s keen eye and quietly persistent
-inquiries.
-
-“He’s not too busy to see me, I think,” replied Nick, with dry
-assurance. “Go in and tell him I’m here.”
-
-“Who are you?”
-
-“Never mind who I am.”
-
-“I’ll take in your card.”
-
-“No card,” said Nick tersely.
-
-“Your name, then?”
-
-“Nor any name.”
-
-“But——”
-
-“Merely tell the chief that his friend from New York is here.”
-
-The expression in the eyes of the irritated clerk lost none of its
-searching interest, yet they now took on a rather different light, as
-if he had been suddenly hit with an idea. Yet he still frowned slightly
-and said:
-
-“If you object to having your name mentioned——”
-
-“I do object, young man,” Nick now interrupted, with ominously quiet
-determination. “Your chief may possibly have persons in his office
-before whom I do not care to have my name announced. Now, you go to
-him and deliver my message just as I gave it to you, neither more nor
-less, or you’ll very suddenly hear something drop—providing you still
-retain your senses.”
-
-Now the clerk laughed, as if amused by the cool terms of the quiet
-threat, and then he turned quickly and vanished into a short passageway
-between the outer room and Chief Weston’s private office.
-
-Nick gazed after him with a rather quizzical stare—a slender chap
-of about twenty-five, with reddish hair, thin features, a sallow
-complexion thickly dotted with freckles, and a countenance lighted by a
-pair of narrow gray eyes, that greenish-gray sometimes seen in the eyes
-of a cat.
-
-“I wonder what use they have for him around here?” Nick said to
-himself, while waiting. “If I were chief in this joint, it’s long odds
-that that red-headed monkey would get his walking-ticket in short
-order.”
-
-The subject of these uncomplimentary cogitations returned in less than
-a minute.
-
-“You are to walk right in, sir—this way,” he glibly announced, with
-much more deference.
-
-At the same time he opened the way for Nick to pass into the enclosure,
-and through the passage mentioned.
-
-“Thank you,” said Nick, with half a growl.
-
-“Don’t mention it,” grinned the clerk. “Straight ahead, sir. Chief
-Weston is at his desk.”
-
-Nick heard, meantime, the tramp of men through a corridor adjoining the
-opposite side of the outer office, and he knew that Chief Weston had
-immediately dismissed them, to receive him in private.
-
-“So, so; the business is important,” he rightly conjectured.
-
-The door closed behind Nick of itself, but the snap of the catch-lock
-hung fire until after the hearty voice of the Boston chief of
-detectives, as he arose and gripped Nick by the hand, had sounded
-through the room.
-
-“How are you, Nick?” he cried cordially. “I’m a thousand times more
-than glad to see you, Carter, on my word.”
-
-“Same to you, Weston,” laughed Nick. “Some time has passed since we
-met.”
-
-“Too long a time, eh?”
-
-“That’s right, too.”
-
-“Have a chair.”
-
-Now the catch-lock snapped lightly.
-
-A finger between the door and the jamb had been withdrawn.
-
-A reddish head drew away from the panel, a pair of ears ceased their
-strained attention, a light step retreated through the passage, and two
-narrow gray eyes like those of a cat indicated that their owner had
-now satisfied his inquisitive yearning, and learned the name of the
-visitor who so peremptorily had issued his commands.
-
-As Nick accepted a chair near that taken by Weston at his desk, he
-carelessly jerked his thumb toward the door by which he had entered.
-
-“Where’d you get him, Weston?” he asked dryly.
-
-“Get whom?” queried the chief, with inquiring eyes.
-
-“The clerk.”
-
-“Hyde—the one who announced you?”
-
-“The same.”
-
-“Oh, he’s been at work on the books out there for about a year. He’s
-only an assistant clerk.”
-
-“Ah, I see.”
-
-“Why did you ask?”
-
-“For no reason.”
-
-“Nonsense! You must have had some reason, Nick.”
-
-“None of consequence,” smiled Nick. “I asked about him, in fact, only
-because I had to fairly drive him in here when I declined to send in a
-card or mention my name.”
-
-Chief Weston threw back his head and laughed.
-
-“That’s easily explained,” said he, still chuckling. “I growl at him
-roundly at regular intervals, Nick, for annoying me with visitors whom
-I neither know nor wish to see. I am getting him by degrees, however,
-so that he requires the whole pedigree of a caller before announcing
-him, which is about as bad a fault, I imagine. Sandy is all right,
-though, in his own peculiar way.”
-
-“Sandy, eh? That’s a nickname, I take it, because of his red hair?”
-
-“No, not exactly. His name is Sanderson Hyde.”
-
-“Ah, just so.”
-
-“I took him in to oblige a journalist friend,” added Weston, smiling.
-“It’s always well to stand ace-high with the press, you know.”
-
-“That’s right, too,” nodded Nick, now willing to digress. “You sent for
-me to come over here from New York, Weston. What do you want of me?”
-
-“You got my wire?”
-
-“Certainly.”
-
-“Did Chick come with you?”
-
-“No,” replied Nick, at this reference to his chief assistant. “I came
-over alone.”
-
-“Are you busy in New York just now?”
-
-“I’m always busy, Weston.”
-
-“Too busy to undertake a little work for me?”
-
-“Where?”
-
-“In and about Boston.”
-
-“What’s the nature of it?”
-
-“There is nothing in giving you all of the details, Nick, unless you
-are in a position to accept an offer and help me out,” Chief Weston
-gravely rejoined. “First of all, Nick, may I count on you?”
-
-The brows of the celebrated New York detective knit a little closer
-over his keen gray eyes. He drew up a bit in his chair, remarking
-gravely:
-
-“Your business is important, Weston, or you would not have sent for me.”
-
-“Very important.”
-
-“A serious matter?”
-
-“Decidedly.”
-
-“Have your own men tackled it?”
-
-“Yes, the very best of them.”
-
-“With no results?”
-
-“None but absolute failure.”
-
-“Are they now at work on the case?”
-
-“Some of them.”
-
-“And you wish me to take a hand in the work?”
-
-“I certainly do.”
-
-“If I consent to do so, Weston, I shall impose one condition,” said
-Nick decidedly.
-
-“I expect it.”
-
-“You do?”
-
-“Certainly,” nodded the chief. “Am I not familiar with your methods?
-You will require me to order all of my men off the case and give it
-entirely to you.”
-
-“That’s the condition,” said Nick bluntly.
-
-“I will accept it.”
-
-“And leave the matter to me alone?”
-
-“Precisely. In no way whatever shall you be interfered with.”
-
-“Very good.”
-
-“You will undertake the work for me?”
-
-“I will hear of what it consists,” replied Nick, with his curiosity
-stirred. “If it is all that your remarks imply—well, Weston, you may
-then count on me to give it an argument.”
-
-“Capital.”
-
-“Now, cut loose and give me the facts of the case.”
-
-Chief Weston opened a drawer of his desk and took out a batch of papers
-and documents, among which was a neatly mounted photograph about five
-inches square, such as may be taken with a small portable camera, or a
-kodak.
-
-While he placed the papers on his desk, he handed the photograph to
-Nick Carter, saying impressively:
-
-“First examine this, Nick, and tell me what you make of it.”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER II.
-
- MODERN HIGHWAYMEN.
-
-
-While the Boston chief sat silently regarding him, Nick Carter studied
-the photograph attentively for several moments.
-
-“H’m!” he presently grunted. “The picture is quite plain. Two
-automobiles appear to have met in a lonely woodland road.”
-
-“Precisely.”
-
-“Only part of one of them is visible in the picture,” continued Nick,
-commenting upon the various details. “The picture was evidently taken
-by an occupant of one of the cars.”
-
-“Correct.”
-
-“In the road near the other machine stands a very tall woman, closely
-veiled, who is pointing a revolver, evidently at the occupants of the
-other car.”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“They are not visible in the picture, however, except the extended
-hand of one of them, obviously the hand of a woman. She is passing a
-purse, two watches, and what appears to be several pieces of jewelry,
-to a masked man, who is standing near the woman holding the leveled
-revolver.”
-
-“Those are the main features of the picture, Nick,” nodded Weston.
-“Now, what do you make of it?”
-
-Nick glanced up and replied:
-
-“It looks to me like a hold-up.”
-
-“That’s just what it was.”
-
-“When and where?”
-
-“Near the Brookline suburb, about a week ago.”
-
-“Is this the case on which you wish to employ me?”
-
-“One of them.”
-
-“There are others?”
-
-“Fifty, Nick, within the past two months.”
-
-“Whew!” whistled Nick, with brows lifting. “I have read in the
-newspapers that you have had numerous highway robberies about here, but
-I did not imagine them to be so frequent as you state.”
-
-“Because only a small part of them have been given publicity,” replied
-Weston. “I have suppressed many, Nick, in the hope of thereby getting
-some traceable clue to the crooks.”
-
-“Yet you are all still in the dark?”
-
-“Never more so, Nick,” was the grave rejoinder. “In the past two months
-there have been, as I have stated, upward of fifty of these highway
-robberies.”
-
-“Early and often, eh?”
-
-“Decidedly so. These hold-ups have been committed, moreover, with a
-boldness and daring that invests them with a peculiarly mysterious
-character. Whether they are the work of two or three professional
-crooks, or that of a larger organized gang of them, is hard to say. At
-all events, Nick, we have been absolutely unable to get any traceable
-clue to the identity, haunts, or headquarters of the rascals.”
-
-“Have two of these hold-ups ever been committed at precisely the same
-time?”
-
-“Not that have been reported.”
-
-“If that had occurred,” explained Nick, “it would indicate that a
-considerable gang is at work.”
-
-“Two hold-ups in one evening is the nearest approach to it,” said
-Weston.
-
-“In the same locality?”
-
-“Within a mile of one another.”
-
-“Were the crooks in an automobile?”
-
-“Yes, in both cases.”
-
-“Then both jobs may have been done by the same persons.”
-
-“I feel quite sure of that, Nick, for the same description of the
-thieves and their automobile was given me by the victims of both
-outrages.”
-
-“Do these crooks always work from an automobile?”
-
-“In the majority of the cases reported,” bowed Weston. “Yet at times
-they have appeared on horseback, and on several occasions afoot. The
-work, Nick, is that of two or more men and a woman, as nearly as I can
-judge, and all of them are possessed of extraordinary nerve, boldness,
-and sagacity. They have committed these crimes at all hours of the
-day and night, frequently in quite public places, yet they have thus
-far completely evaded detection and pursuit. They invariably do their
-rascally job with a decisiveness and despatch that completely awe their
-victims, who are usually so alarmed——”
-
-“Stop a moment,” said Nick quite abruptly. “I’d like to ask you a few
-questions, Weston.”
-
-“Very well.”
-
-“If I decide to look into this case, I shall then have some few
-points already settled, and will need to waste no time in seeking the
-information myself.”
-
-“Exactly,” nodded the chief. “What do you wish to know?”
-
-“First, about the crooks themselves,” said Nick. “What have you in the
-way of descriptions of them?”
-
-Chief Weston laughed.
-
-“A variety, Nick, to fit any type of man except a humpback or one
-dismembered,” he replied.
-
-“The descriptions vary, eh?”
-
-“I should say so.”
-
-“Possibly the robbers use a different disguise for each job.”
-
-“Very likely.”
-
-“Or, as nearly always is the case,” said Nick, “the victims of the
-robbers were so frightened or excited at the time that they retain only
-vague and exaggerated impressions of their assailants.”
-
-“Precisely.”
-
-“To illustrate that,” added Nick, “I know of a case of a noted
-prize-fighter, who was held up and robbed of his watch and money in
-broad daylight, and within fifty yards of Central Park. He declared
-that the thief was six feet tall, weighed one hundred and eighty
-pounds, and was backed by two confederates, whom he could not quite
-recall. We got the crook next day.”
-
-“Yes?”
-
-“He was under five feet, weighed one hundred and thirty pounds, and did
-the job entirely alone.”
-
-“Quite a difference!” exclaimed Weston, laughing heartily.
-
-“Rather,” smiled Nick. “As a matter of fact, the prize-fighter was
-so scared when he saw a revolver thrust under his nose that the crook
-loomed as big as a house. Probably thinking that such a job would
-not be attempted single-handed, he afterward got it into his head
-that he saw the two confederates, and was so thoroughly convinced of
-the imaginary fact that he really believed it. I could cite numerous
-similar cases.”
-
-“So could I, Nick.”
-
-“Descriptions are not at all reliable, as you imply, yet they sometimes
-help one a little.”
-
-“That’s true.”
-
-“In a general way, then, you think there are at least two men and one
-woman in this gang?”
-
-“The cases reported convince me of that,” bowed Weston. “That picture
-shows the woman, moreover, though two men are mentioned in the majority
-of robberies reported.”
-
-“Are the men always masked?”
-
-“No, not always. The woman is invariably veiled, however, and the
-descriptions of the men indicate a frequent change of disguise.”
-
-“That is to be expected,” said Nick. “Now, about the automobile used by
-the knaves. Have any attempts been made to follow it or to trace it?”
-
-“Repeated attempts, Nick, all of which have proved futile.”
-
-“Has none of the victims been able to report its registered number?”
-
-“We have had a dozen different numbers reported,” replied Chief Weston;
-“but investigation showed that all of them were fictitious.”
-
-“Yet the crooks might be located, chief, if the make of the automobile
-were known,” suggested Nick. “That should have been easily learned by
-some of these people.”
-
-Chief Weston shook his head.
-
-“That would be true, Nick, providing the scamps always used the same
-machine,” said he. “Half a score of different automobiles have been
-reported as having been used by these knaves at the time of the
-numerous hold-ups.”
-
-“H’m!” grunted Nick, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “Evidently,
-then, these crooks have considerable money invested in their rascally
-enterprise.”
-
-“It certainly appears so.”
-
-“How about the horses ridden by them?” Nick next inquired. “Can the
-owner of none of them be discovered?”
-
-“In the few cases in which persons have been held up by a horseman,”
-replied Weston, “the highwayman has usually been alone. According to
-the description given, moreover, he has as many horses as automobiles,
-for he has appeared on grays, bays, blacks, and sorrels.”
-
-Nick laughed at the glibness with which the last was said.
-
-“It seems a bit odd to me, Weston, that none of your men have been able
-to get on the track of these desperadoes,” he presently rejoined. “It
-is not often that a gang of highwaymen can long escape detection and
-arrest, when at work in and about a city like Boston.”
-
-“They are not ordinary knaves, Nick,” emphatically declared Chief
-Weston. “If they were, we should have landed them long ago.”
-
-“Where do these robberies usually occur?”
-
-“Generally in some lonely part of a suburban road, though several have
-taken place in the evening, right in the heart of Brookline, Cambridge,
-and Newton,” replied Weston. “It is evident that the crooks select
-their victims from the more wealthy suburbs, presumably with a view to
-obtaining the more plunder.”
-
-“How do they usually proceed?”
-
-“In various ways, Nick, according to my reports. At times they block
-the road with their car and hold up the first automobile-party that
-appears, which, of course, is obliged to stop. Having relieved the
-travelers of their property, the crooks then forced them to turn their
-machine about, under the muzzles of leveled revolvers, and depart at
-full speed. If the frightened victims return in a few moments, as once
-or twice has been the case, they reach the scene, only to find that the
-knaves have fled.”
-
-“Naturally,” said Nick smilingly.
-
-“They have adopted, in fact, innumerable methods for holding up an
-automobile-party,” added Weston, “and they invariably intimidate their
-quarry and get away with the goods.”
-
-“Of what does their plunder usually consist?” inquired Nick.
-
-“Money and jewelry. They take all that their victims have, and the most
-of them give up readily rather than take any chances of being shot in
-cold blood.”
-
-“Have you been able to locate any of the stolen property in the
-pawn-shops?”
-
-“Not a piece of it.”
-
-“Judging from your reports, Weston, what is the value of the property
-thus far secured by these highwaymen?”
-
-“Thousands of dollars, Nick. Close upon fifty thousand, at least.”
-
-“Have there been house burglaries about here of late?”
-
-“Very few.”
-
-“It looks, then, as if these knaves were confining themselves to this
-road work.”
-
-“I think so,” bowed Weston.
-
-Nick glanced again at the photograph, which he still retained in his
-hand.
-
-“This was one of these hold-ups, was it?” said he.
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“It occurred in Brookline?”
-
-“In a lonely road leading into Brookline,” replied Weston. “The victims
-were Brookline people, and were robbed of some five hundred dollars’
-worth of diamonds and jewelry, including what money they had with them.
-The victims were two ladies, taking an afternoon ride in a Stanley
-machine.”
-
-“Did they have a chauffeur?”
-
-“No.”
-
-“How was that?”
-
-“One of the women, Mrs. Badger, is an expert driver, and frequently
-rides without a chauffeur.”
-
-Nick glanced again at the photograph—little dreaming at that moment,
-however, how important a clue he then held in his hand.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER III.
-
- NICK CARTER HELD UP.
-
-
-Despite that he then attached no special significance to the
-photograph, the fact that Nick Carter was of a peculiarly
-impressionable nature, and that any unusual circumstance quickly
-stirred his rare detective instinct, appeared in his next question and
-the abruptness with which it was asked.
-
-“How did it happen, Weston, that this picture of the scene was taken
-during the robbery?”
-
-“I’ll tell you,” replied the Boston chief.
-
-“One moment,” interposed Nick. “First, tell me something about the
-victims of the robbery.”
-
-“The Mrs. Badger mentioned,” replied Weston, “is the wife of one Amos
-G. Badger, a wealthy Boston stock-broker. He owns a fine old place
-on one of the most desirable outskirts of Brookline, inherited from
-his father some years ago, and the couple move in the most exclusive
-circles of the local fashionable society. Badger’s place is on Laurel
-Road, and covers several acres.”
-
-“Go on,” nodded Nick; “I follow you.”
-
-“Mrs. Badger’s companion that afternoon was her sister,” continued
-Weston, “a woman locally famous under the name of Madame Victoria.”
-
-“Famous for what?” inquired Nick.
-
-“Well, she claims to be an astrologer, a spiritual medium, and a sort
-of fortune-teller, I believe,” explained Chief Weston.
-
-“H’m!”
-
-“At all events, Nick, she does a tremendous business, and has a
-magnificent suite in an office building on Tremont Street, directly
-opposite the Common. No end of wealthy and fashionable people consult
-her, either for advice in business or love-affairs—or to get messages
-alleged to come from dead friends,” added Weston, laughing a bit
-derisively.
-
-“I don’t take any stock in that stuff,” said Nick bluntly.
-
-“Nor do I, Nick,” was the reply. “Yet the woman is certainly a
-character, and, if reports are true, has made very many remarkable
-predictions, and displays a most mysterious faculty for communicating
-with the unseen world.”
-
-“Bosh!”
-
-“Like you, Nick, I have no faith in any of that rot!” laughed Weston.
-“Yet I know half a dozen brokers who consult her regularly as to the
-course of the stock-market, as well as many other business men, all
-of whom claim to derive great advantages thereby. Her rooms are always
-occupied by some patron, either male or female, and her fees are very
-high. So there may be a little more in it, Nick, than you imagine.”
-
-Nick shook his head incredulously.
-
-“Come back to Hecuba,” he growled. “You say that this woman is sister
-to Badger’s wife?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“What is her right name?”
-
-“Victoria Clayton.”
-
-“A euphonious name, at least.”
-
-“Badger’s wife was a Claudia Clayton, and at one time was on the
-stage,” continued Weston. “She, too, is a remarkably clever and capable
-woman, an accomplished linguist, a votary of physical culture, an
-expert tennis and golf-player, and one of the best cross-country riders
-among the cultured sporting set who lean to such pastimes. Both women,
-in fact, are over the average, and out of the ordinary.”
-
-“Did Badger marry his wife from the stage?”
-
-“I think not, Nick. She had retired some time before. They have been
-married about five years, I believe.”
-
-“Come back to the picture,” said Nick. “It must have been taken just as
-the hold-up occurred.”
-
-“Yes, it was.”
-
-“Were the crooks aware of it?”
-
-“No, indeed.”
-
-“How was the trick pulled off?” demanded Nick curiously. “It’s not
-often that such a clever dodge is played upon professional crooks.”
-
-“The woman who did it is clever, just as I tell you.”
-
-“Tell me how it happened.”
-
-“I will give you the facts as they were given to me.”
-
-“By whom?”
-
-“By Amos Badger and his wife,” replied Chief Weston. “He notified me
-by telephone of the robbery, and called here with his wife the next
-morning to report the details of the hold-up. Two days later, as soon
-as it could be finished and mounted, Badger brought me the photograph.”
-
-“What about the hold-up?”
-
-“It was committed about a week ago, at three o’clock in the afternoon,”
-said Weston. “Mrs. Badger and her sister, Madame Victoria, were
-returning from Canton to Brookline. When in a lonely section of a road
-that leads through a considerable belt of woods, they rounded a sharp
-curve and came suddenly upon a large automobile standing at an angle
-across the road. A man appeared to be fixing some break in the works,
-and was crouching beside it, while a woman stood near-by in the road,
-apparently watching him.”
-
-“Were they the only occupants of that car?”
-
-“Yes, as the picture indicates. They were, too, the only persons in
-sight in either direction.”
-
-“The machine appears to be a Winton.”
-
-“That’s what it was, Nick, for Mrs. Badger noticed it.”
-
-“Go on,” nodded Nick. “What more?”
-
-“Naturally Mrs. Badger slowed down, nearly stopping, for the road was
-almost completely blocked by the other car,” continued Weston. “Then
-the veiled woman seen in the picture suddenly stepped forward, leveled
-a revolver, and commanded Mrs. Badger not to start her auto without
-permission.”
-
-“H’m!” exclaimed Nick. “That was bold, indeed.”
-
-“At the same moment the man, who was seen to be masked, sprang up and
-approached the two startled women, and commanded them to hand over
-their jewelry and money, and to be very lively about it.”
-
-“Which they did?”
-
-“Yes, Nick, for the women naturally were much alarmed. Both hastened
-to obey, though Madame Victoria did, I believe, undertake to make some
-argument or protest. She was cut short, however, with a threat that
-quickly silenced her.”
-
-“I see.”
-
-“She had on the seat of the car, however, a small camera, which she
-frequently carries, one of her fads being that of securing pretty
-views, of which she has several large volumes. Looking down, she
-observed it, and had the presence of mind to conceal it with her hand,
-at the same time snapping it and luckily catching the picture you have
-there. I told her it was a clever piece of work, Nick, yet it is much
-to be regretted that the faces of the crooks were covered. Otherwise,
-we should possess a clue well worth having.”
-
-“I believe your story,” assented Nick.
-
-“The crooks, having secured their plunder, ordered the women to drive
-on, which they were very willing to do,” concluded Weston. “They were
-too frightened to venture back in pursuit of the rascals, but hurried
-home, to notify me by telephone.”
-
-For some moments Nick had worn a decidedly thoughtful expression, as if
-he already had some project in his mind. Before the chief had fairly
-ceased speaking, moreover, Nick said bluntly:
-
-“I’d like to talk with Mrs. Badger.”
-
-“By telephone?” inquired Weston, wondering at the wish.
-
-“No, personally.”
-
-“You may easily do so by going out to Brookline.”
-
-“I’ll go!” exclaimed Nick, abruptly rising. “I suppose I may keep this
-photograph for a short time?”
-
-“Certainly.”
-
-“As regards my undertaking to round up the rascals guilty of these
-robberies—well, I will give you my answer a little later,” Nick went
-on to say, as he opened the door by which he had entered. “I have no
-doubt, old friend, that it will be a favorable answer.”
-
-“I hope so, Nick, I’m sure,” declared Weston, as he followed the former
-into the outer office, where Nick briefly halted.
-
-Sanderson Hyde, perched upon a stool in the enclosure, appeared busy
-over his books, not so much as looking up at the intruders.
-
-“Are you going out at once?” inquired Weston.
-
-“Yes,” replied Nick, slipping the photograph into his pocket. “There
-are a few questions I wish to ask Mrs. Amos Badger. If I can find a
-public automobile, Weston, I think I will go out there in it. It’s the
-quickest conveyance, and this is a fine morning for a ride.”
-
-“You’ll find what you want at the corner below,” replied Weston. “The
-machine is all right, and so is the man. Grady is his name. Mention
-mine, Nick, and there’ll be no charges.”
-
-“Oh, I’ll see that Grady gets his fee, all right,” laughed Nick, as he
-turned to leave the office. “I’ll see you later, Weston, probably early
-this afternoon.”
-
-“Do so,” nodded the latter.
-
-Then he turned to the busy clerk and added, a bit sharply:
-
-“What did you say to that man, Hyde, when he came in here this morning?”
-
-Young Sanderson Hyde looked up with raised brows.
-
-“Nothing of consequence, chief,” he respectfully answered. “Only a few
-words about sending in his card.”
-
-“Do you know the man?”
-
-“No, sir. I don’t recall ever having seen him.”
-
-“Well, the next time you see him take a good look at him, for that man
-is Nick Carter, the greatest detective that ever stood in leather.”
-
-“The dickens!” gasped Hyde, with manifest astonishment. “You don’t mean
-it, chief! Not Nick Carter himself?”
-
-“I always say what I mean,” growled Weston. “Hereafter, show him into
-my office without delay.”
-
-The catlike eyes followed the burly figure of the speaker as he
-returned through the passage, and presently the snap of the catch-lock
-sounded through the office.
-
-Then Mr. Hyde laid down his pen and came out of the enclosure. His
-tread was more light and cautious than ordinary business should have
-required. He glanced sharply into both of the adjoining corridors,
-listened intently for a moment, then darted into a telephone-closet
-near-by and tightly closed the door.
-
-Nick Carter found Grady on the corner mentioned, a shrewd-looking
-young Irishman, seated in an excellent runabout, reading the morning
-newspaper.
-
-“Do you know Laurel Road, Brookline, Mr. Grady?” asked Nick, halting
-beside the machine.
-
-“I know pretty near where it is, sir,” said Grady, alert for business.
-“I can find it for you, all right.”
-
-“Take me out there,” said Nick, mounting to the seat. “To the house of
-Mr. Amos Badger.”
-
-“The broker, sir,” nodded Grady. “I know the man, sir. I’ll land you
-out there in thirty minutes, sir, or less, if you say the word.”
-
-“I’m in no special hurry,” said Nick. “Keep down to the speed limit.”
-
-He did not tell Grady his name, nor that he came from the police
-headquarters. Neither did he enter into much conversation with the
-man, for Nick was absorbed in thought about the disclosures made him,
-and the various possibilities of the work he was invited to undertake.
-
-Grady, on his part, was not quite as good as his word. He ran a mile or
-two out of the direct course to Laurel Road, and then he had to round
-the great Chestnut Hill reservoir in order to hit the right track.
-
-There are numerous wooded roads on the outskirts of fashionable
-Brookline, along which the attractive dwellings are much scattered, or
-divided by extensive estates; and through one of these roads Grady was
-sending his machine at a faster clip, to make up for lost time.
-
-Suddenly, from out a little piece of woods some fifty yards away, a
-drunken fellow came staggering into the road, much as if he had just
-awakened from a nap in the shrubbery; and Nick Carter, being the first
-to see him, said quickly to his driver:
-
-“Look out for that chap, Grady.”
-
-“I see him, sir,” nodded Grady.
-
-“He has a load aboard.”
-
-“I should say so.”
-
-The intoxicated man now heard the automobile approaching him from
-behind. He turned around, halting unsteadily in the middle of the road,
-where he stood swaying and staring as if too fuddled to know which
-side of the road to seek to avoid being run over.
-
-Grady naturally slowed down when scarcely twenty feet from the fellow.
-
-“Get out of the road!” he impatiently yelled. “Take one side or the
-other, blast you!”
-
-The auto had come to a dead stop.
-
-The man in the road reeled a little to one side—and a little nearer.
-
-Then, with movements as quick and decisive as a lightning stroke, he
-sprang forward, whipped out a brace of revolvers, leveled them straight
-at the heads of the two men in the auto, and sharply cried:
-
-“Hands up! If you start that machine, driver, I’ll blow your head off!”
-
-The voice was as firm and cold as ice, yet it had a ring as threatening
-as when blades of steel cross in deadly combat.
-
-Nick Carter fairly caught his breath.
-
-“Held up, by thunder!” was his first thought.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER IV.
-
- THE ESCAPE.
-
-
-How to get the best of the highwayman was Nick Carter’s second thought.
-
-This did not look to be easy, yet Nick’s hand instinctively went toward
-his hip pocket.
-
-“Stop! Hands up!”
-
-The reiterated command fairly cut the air with its threatening
-intensity.
-
-Grady’s hands were already reaching after clouds.
-
-Nick Carter’s now followed suit, and went into the air.
-
-In the voice, eyes, and attitude of the ruffian in the road, there
-was that which convinced Nick that disobedience and defiance would
-certainly invite a bullet.
-
-He saw, moreover, that the aim of the scoundrel was true to the mark,
-and that the finger on the trigger of the weapon covering his own
-breast was already beginning to contract, during the moment that he
-showed signs of giving fight.
-
-“If one of you move before I command it,” said the highwayman, “I will
-instantly open fire upon you. And I never miss my aim!”
-
-The threat was as calmly made as if the speaker had merely inquired
-the time of day, yet the voice did not for a moment lose its terribly
-convincing ring.
-
-Nick seized the opportunity to look him over, and he felt comparatively
-sure that he was up against the same man that appeared in the Badger
-photograph.
-
-The fellow was roughly clad at this time, however, with a soft felt hat
-drawn over his brows.
-
-He was a well-built, athletic man, apparently somewhere in the forties;
-yet he was as quick as a cat in his movements, and evidently was
-endowed with supple muscles and nerves of steel.
-
-The rascal was heavily bearded, yet this did not figure for much with
-Nick Carter. He rightly judged that the man was carefully disguised,
-yet the make-up was so cleverly prepared and adjusted that Nick,
-despite his experience in such artifices, could not detect it.
-
-What Nick chiefly noted, in fact, was that the eyes of the man had
-in them the piercing gleam of deadly resolution, a fixed and vicious
-determination to execute the desperate deed that he had undertaken.
-There was no sign of intoxication now, which plainly had been assumed
-only for the purpose of holding up the travelers.
-
-Though not lacking in courage, Nick Carter had his share of wisdom and
-discretion. He saw at a glance that he was entirely helpless for the
-moment, at least, and he had no idea of deliberately inviting a bullet.
-
-Such stirring episodes occur in a very few moments, and not thirty
-seconds had passed since the hold-up, when the voice of the highwayman
-again cut sharply upon the morning air.
-
-“Chauffeur, you do what I command, or worse will be yours,” he cried
-sternly. “Lower one of your hands and remove your employer’s watch.”
-
-Grady hesitated for the bare fraction of a second.
-
-Nick saw the hand clutching one of the weapons begin to contract.
-
-“Obey him, Grady,” said he, with ominous curtness.
-
-“Bedad, I don’t like——”
-
-“One more second, and I’ll——”
-
-“Obey him!” hissed Nick, with suppressed vehemence. “Obey him, you
-idiot!”
-
-Nick saw at a glance that that one more second would have ended with
-Grady’s receiving an ounce of lead.
-
-Grady had the true grit and pugnacious characteristics of an Irishman,
-but he now dropped one hand and removed Nick’s watch and chain.
-
-The highwayman came a step nearer, until he stood barely six feet away
-in the dusty road.
-
-“Toss them to the ground at my feet,” he commanded, with his evil eye
-fixed upon the chauffeur.
-
-“Do so, Grady,” said Nick.
-
-Grady obeyed with an ugly scowl, and the watch and chain landed in the
-dust at the ruffian’s feet.
-
-“Now, your employer’s purse.”
-
-“In the breast pocket of my vest, Grady.”
-
-“Look lively.”
-
-Grady dove into Nick’s vest and drew out his pocketbook.
-
-Nick still sat with his hands in the air, but not for a moment did his
-eyes leave those of the highwayman.
-
-Though at first inclined to send Grady into his hip pocket after his
-revolver, Nick realized that the Irishman might not be quick and
-accurate in using it, and also that the crook was alert to their every
-move. The hazard was too great to be taken, and Nick decided to submit
-to the situation for the time being, and watch for an opportunity to
-turn the tables on the rascal.
-
-Grady drew out the pocketbook, which contained about a hundred dollars
-and a few unimportant papers.
-
-“Toss it into the road,” commanded the highwayman.
-
-“Let it go, Grady,” said Nick.
-
-“Your employer has more wisdom than you, Grady,” said the crook, with
-a threatening sneer. “Obey at once, or I’ll let daylight into you.”
-
-Grady tossed the pocketbook after the watch and chain.
-
-“Now, up with your hands again!”
-
-“Bedad, mister, some day the boot’ll be on the other leg,” snarled
-Grady, as he obeyed.
-
-“It’ll not be to-day, Grady, take my word for that,” retorted the
-ruffian.
-
-“The day will come, nevertheless,” Nick Carter now said, with ominous
-quietude.
-
-“Do you think so?”
-
-“I certainly do.”
-
-“Well, I don’t.”
-
-“That is because you do not know who I am,” said Nick pointedly.
-
-“I don’t care who you are.”
-
-“You don’t, eh?”
-
-“I certainly don’t.”
-
-“You will change your mind later.”
-
-The scene was a curious one, the two men in the runabout seated with
-their hands high above their heads, while the man in the road stood as
-coolly intimidating them as if not the slightest danger existed for
-him, either from them or the sudden approach of some intruders upon the
-scene.
-
-Nick had begun the conversation with the scamp in the hope of catching
-him napping for an instant, or that some person or another automobile
-might appear; but neither of them seemed probable, for the woodland
-road was deserted, and the highwayman did not for a second relax his
-vigilance or lower his leveled weapons.
-
-With Nick Carter’s last remark, however, the rascal’s eyes took on an
-uglier gleam, and he evidently decided that he had better not defer
-making his escape. That he was clever in so doing, and foresaw that his
-victims might possibly be armed, appeared in the way he accomplished it.
-
-With both men constantly under his eyes, he said sternly:
-
-“The slightest move by either of you will cost him his life. I warn you
-that I shall instantly fire, not caution you again; so keep that in
-mind, and be wise.”
-
-Then he slipped one of his revolvers into his coat pocket.
-
-With the other weapon constantly covering his victims, with his gaze
-never leaving them, he slowly crouched down and groped over the ground
-till he had secured the plunder lying there, which he also dropped into
-his pocket.
-
-Then he rose erect again, and drew his other weapon.
-
-Nick was mentally praying for an opportunity to get just one shot at
-the knave when he resorted to flight.
-
-The flight of the rascal, however, was as original and unexpected as
-his every other move had been.
-
-“Now, Grady,” said he, with threatening austerity, “you do just what I
-tell you, neither more nor less.”
-
-“Begorra! it looks as if I’d have to.”
-
-“You bet you will!”
-
-“What is it?”
-
-“You start that machine of yours slowly, and turn it into the shrubbery
-at that side of the road.”
-
-“How am I going to start it with me hands in the air,” snarled Grady,
-who had really seen Nick’s desire to delay matters.
-
-The voice of the highwayman again took on that vicious ring which had
-warned Nick not to oppose him then and there.
-
-“Don’t you speak again, Grady, or this gun will drown the sound of
-your voice,” he cried quickly. “You start that machine and turn it
-into the shrubbery—and don’t forget, either of you, that I shall keep
-you constantly covered. Start her up, Grady, and turn sharp out of the
-road!”
-
-With the ugliest kind of a scowl, Grady gripped the steering-bar and
-slowly started the runabout, turning toward the shrubbery that lined
-the road in that locality.
-
-Just as the Irishman did so, however, there suddenly sounded from up
-the road the warning toot of an automobile-horn.
-
-“Steady!—not a move!” yelled the robber warningly. “If you drop your
-hands, mister, I’ll fire!”
-
-Nick could not then see the scoundrel, for he had darted back of the
-runabout when Grady turned it from the road.
-
-Glancing quickly in the direction from which the horn had sounded,
-however, Nick now beheld a large touring-car come sweeping around a
-sharp curve of the road, some thirty yards away.
-
-It was driven by a man with a beard, who was the one occupant of the
-car, and whose eyes and features were almost entirely masked with a
-pair of huge dust-glasses.
-
-Nick now thought he could see a favorable finish to this unexpected
-hold-up, for the touring-car was approaching at a high rate of speed,
-and the escape of the thief appeared next to impossible.
-
-Yet the latter, while reiterating his threatening commands, only backed
-a few paces toward the middle of the road.
-
-The man in the approaching car evidently saw what was going on, and he
-began to slow down.
-
-The rear of the runabout was now toward the road, with the machine
-half-hidden in the shrubbery.
-
-“Stop her!” whispered Nick, not yet venturing to turn about on the
-seat. “Stop her at once!”
-
-He did not wish to go too far in from the road.
-
-Grady felt that he was taking his life in his hand—yet he promptly
-obeyed.
-
-Instantly two sharp reports of a revolver rang out on the morning air.
-
-The reports were followed by others, nearly as loud, occasioned by the
-bursting of the two rear tires of the runabout.
-
-The highwayman had sent a bullet through each rubber tire, obviously
-bent upon partly disabling the runabout and thus preventing pursuit.
-
-Then, just as the huge touring-car arrived upon the scene, the daring
-rascal darted back through the veil of smoke from his weapons and
-leaped aboard the car.
-
-“Let her go!” he yelled commandingly.
-
-The driver instantly gave her full speed, and the car swept on down the
-road with the velocity of an express-train.
-
-Already upon his feet in the runabout, Nick Carter whipped out his
-revolver and fired twice at the occupants of the departing car. His aim
-was ruined by Grady, however, who excitedly began backing the runabout
-into the road, and Nick’s bullets went wide of their mark.
-
-In ten seconds the touring-car was vanishing in a cloud of dust around
-a distant curve of the road.
-
-“Hold on!” roared Grady, thinking Nick was about to alight in the road.
-“I’ll follow them divils, sir, tires or no tires!”
-
-“Follow nothing!” growled Nick, thrusting his revolver back into his
-pocket. “You might as well try to follow a streak of lightning.”
-
-“Will you let that blackguard escape?”
-
-“Let him escape!” exclaimed Nick derisively. “I should say, Grady, that
-he has already escaped. You could not overtake him with this machine if
-your life depended upon it.”
-
-“Bedad, that’s right, sir,” Grady now admitted, more calmly. “Yet the
-man in that car may try to do the rascal——”
-
-“Bosh!” interrupted Nick, with a growl. “The driver of that car was the
-robber’s confederate.”
-
-“D’ye think so?”
-
-“I know so, Grady,” declared Nick, now plainly seeing how the entire
-job, which had taken less than five minutes, had been planned and
-executed.
-
-“I suspected as much when the man slowed down only enough to let the
-crook aboard,” added Nick. “His approach was timed to a nicety. It’s
-odds that he was watching the hold-up from beyond the curve of the
-road, and that he knew just when the other wanted him to approach.”
-
-“Bedad, sir, I reckon you’re right.”
-
-“Oh, we have much the worse of it for the present, Grady, and have been
-held up by two of the gang of crooks now at work in these parts,” added
-Nick. “But I will yet break even with them, I give you my word for
-that.”
-
-“Me tires——”
-
-“I will see that you are paid for them,” interrupted Nick, much to
-Grady’s satisfaction. “Can you run the machine back to town as it is?”
-
-“Sure, sir, I can.”
-
-“Well, I don’t wish to return quite yet.”
-
-“All right, sir.”
-
-“Keep on, Grady, and take me to Badger’s house,” Nick bruskly
-commanded. “Look lively, too! This does settle it, Grady, as far as I
-am concerned.”
-
-“What d’ye mean, sir?”
-
-“I mean that I will land this gang of highway robbers, every man and
-woman of them, or lose a leg in the attempt,” cried Nick, with Chief
-Weston’s request then in his mind. “That’s what I mean, Grady. Let her
-go lively, my man, and head straight for Amos Badger’s house.”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER V.
-
- THE HOUSE IN LAUREL ROAD.
-
-
-The direction taken by Nick Carter and Grady to reach Laurel Road and
-the house of Amos Badger was the same as that in which the highwayman
-had fled with his confederate in the touring-car.
-
-Nick felt some little chagrin over thus having been successfully held
-up and robbed, yet this feeling was somewhat assuaged by the fact that
-he had obtained a good look at the thief, and had a clear impression of
-his general features.
-
-Nick felt quite sure, despite the rascal’s disguise, that he could
-identify him if they again met, or, at least, recognize his peculiarly
-keen eyes and cutting voice.
-
-Though it then gave him no surprise, the distance to Laurel Road from,
-the scene of the hold-up was less than a quarter of a mile, and then
-about the same distance to the place owned and occupied by Mr. Amos
-Badger.
-
-The surroundings were about as stated by Chief Weston.
-
-The road ran through an extreme outskirt of the town, and was for the
-most part shut in by woods, cleared only here and there for building.
-
-There were but three dwellings on this secluded road, none of which
-was within view of Badger’s place, which was less modern and much more
-extensive than the others, as if it had been a family homestead for
-several generations.
-
-Nick surveyed the place with some interest as he approached it.
-
-The house was a large, wooden mansion, standing fully fifty yards from
-the road. It had a broad veranda in front and on one side, the latter
-terminating with a porte-cochère at the side entrance of the house.
-
-A gravel driveway between a double row of elms and beeches led in from
-the road, passing the front and one side of the house, then leading out
-to a large stable well to the rear of the dwelling.
-
-In addition to these there were several wooden outbuildings, one of
-which was a long carriage-house adjoining the stable.
-
-The features mentioned, together with the broad estate covered with
-garden plots and shade trees, with a background of woods in the near
-distance, gave the entire place a rural aspect not often seen so near a
-large and thickly settled town.
-
-As the runabout sped up the long driveway, Nick saw a man cleaning
-a large automobile just beyond the porte-cochère; but the vehicle
-bore no resemblance to the one in which the crooks had fled, and the
-circumstance did not then appeal to him with any special significance.
-
-“Run round to the side entrance, Grady,” said he. “I’ll ask that
-workman who’s at home.”
-
-Grady nodded, and presently brought the runabout to a stop under the
-porte-cochère.
-
-Nick quickly sprang down and approached the man at work near-by.
-Instead of making any inquiry concerning the inmates of the house,
-however, Nick abruptly demanded:
-
-“Have you seen an automobile pass along Laurel Road, my man?”
-
-My man was one Jerry Conley, chauffeur, hostler, and all-round workman
-out of doors for Mr. Amos Badger. He was a short, stocky man, of about
-thirty years, with a head nearly as round as a bullet. His face was
-smoothly shaven, and was lighted by a pair of as shifty, crafty eyes
-as ever lighted a human countenance.
-
-They came round with half a leer to meet those of the detective,
-while the man arose from his work on the car. Wiping his hands on his
-overalls, he indulged in a series of jerky nods, steadily eying Nick
-all the while, then deliberately inquired:
-
-“What’s that you say?”
-
-“I asked if you had seen an automobile pass along Laurel Road,” replied
-Nick, not half-liking the fellow’s looks.
-
-“Aye, I have,” said Conley.
-
-“Which way did it go?”
-
-“Which one d’ye mean?”
-
-“Which one?” echoed Nick, sharply eying the fellow. “I mean one that
-may have passed within five or ten minutes.”
-
-It was then less than ten minutes since the robbery.
-
-“Oh, if that’s what you mean, mister, I haven’t seen any,” Conley now
-vouchsafed, with a less steadfast scrutiny of Nick’s countenance.
-
-“You haven’t, eh?”
-
-“Not to-day.”
-
-“Did you think I meant last week?”
-
-“I didn’t think at all, mister,” said Conley, stooping to pick up a
-bit of cotton waste from the ground. “I only heard what you asked, and
-that was whether I’d seen an automobile pass along Laurel Road. I’ve
-seen hundreds of ’em, mister, but none this morning.”
-
-“You should have known that I meant this morning.”
-
-“So I would, mister, if you’d said this morning,” Conley replied, with
-a leer. “I never know more’n I’m paid for knowing.”
-
-“See here, my man,” said Nick quite sternly. “If the master you serve
-carries the same cut of jib as yourself, it’s long odds that he——”
-
-What more Nick would have said was abruptly withheld, however, for his
-quick ear heard the side door of the house opened, and then the fall of
-a man’s feet on the veranda, followed by the inquiry:
-
-“What’s the trouble, Jerry?”
-
-“None at all, sir,” replied Conley, turning with a grin to his
-questioner. “Not unless this gentleman is looking for trouble, which I
-reckon he isn’t.”
-
-Nick had already turned to survey the first speaker, whom he rightly
-conjectured might be Mr. Amos Badger, despite that it was then an hour
-when a stock-broker should have been busy at the market.
-
-He stood near the rail of the veranda, an erect, well-built man of
-forty, cleanly shaven, with dark hair and eyes, the latter lighting a
-rather attractive yet noticeably strong and determined face.
-
-He was in slippers, and wore a house-jacket of figured woolen, while
-his neck was bandaged with several thicknesses of red flannel, as if
-he was afflicted with a sore throat or with a cold. This was further
-evinced by his hoarse voice when addressing Conley, yet his gaze all
-the while was fixed upon the detective.
-
-Nick promptly took up the remark of the chauffeur, saying, with a quiet
-laugh:
-
-“No, I’m not specially looking for trouble. I have had enough of it for
-one day.”
-
-“Enough of trouble?” inquired Badger, with an air of wonderment at
-Nick’s meaning.
-
-“Quite enough, sir, and at considerable expense. I’m out a valuable
-watch and chain also what money I had on my person.”
-
-“Not robbed?”
-
-“That’s what,” nodded Nick. “Held up by the crooks who are doing such
-rascally work in these parts. But there’ll come a day of reckoning,
-sir, you may safely wager your whole fortune on that.”
-
-There stole into Badger’s dark eyes, which were still fixed upon Nick’s
-face, a momentary gleam of resentment.
-
-“What sent you here so quickly after being robbed?” he asked, with
-sinister inflection. “Did you expect to find the thieves in my house?”
-
-“Oh, no, not at all.”
-
-“Or did you come to condole with me over a like mishap, since misery
-likes company? The headquarters of the police is, I should say, the
-proper place for you to have hurriedly visited.”
-
-“I have just come from there,” replied Nick, a bit dryly.
-
-“Ah, that is different.”
-
-“I merely asked that man if he had seen an automobile pass,” added
-Nick, now approaching the veranda-steps. “As a matter of fact, sir, I
-was on my way to this house when I was held up by the crooks. Is Mrs.
-Badger at home this morning, or her husband?”
-
-“Both are at home.”
-
-“Ah, very good!” exclaimed Nick.
-
-“I am Mr. Badger.”
-
-“I would like a brief interview with you and your wife.”
-
-“Regarding what?”
-
-“The recent robbery of which your wife was a victim.”
-
-“Are you a reporter?”
-
-“I am a detective.”
-
-“From Pemberton Square?”
-
-“From New York,” replied Nick. “Yet I have just come from Chief
-Weston’s office, in Boston, and at his request I shall undertake to run
-down the gang of thieves who are at work in this section.”
-
-Though a doubtful smile curled Badger’s thin, firm lips at this
-confident announcement, he at once displayed more cordiality when Nick
-stated his vocation.
-
-“I hope that you may succeed, officer,” said he, with the same husky
-voice. “Come into the house. From New York, did you say?”
-
-“Yes,” replied Nick, entering. “You may wait for me, Grady.”
-
-“All right, sir,” cried Grady, from his seat in the runabout.
-
-“What name, officer?” inquired Badger.
-
-“My name is Carter.”
-
-“Not Nick Carter?”
-
-“The same.”
-
-Badger appeared surprised, Nick observed, and his eyes lighted. He
-quickly extended his hand, saying heartily, in wheezy tones:
-
-“Well, well, I’m glad to meet you, Detective Carter, and to hear that
-you think of getting after these highwaymen. I know you by reputation,
-sir, and I have no doubt that you will accomplish more than is being
-done by Weston’s pack of mongrels. Forsooth, if you do not, you will
-accomplish very little.”
-
-The last was said with a covert sneer that fell unpleasantly on Nick’s
-ears. He decided, however, that Badger was probably nettled by the
-failure of the Boston detectives to recover the property of which his
-wife had been robbed, and Nick thought no more of the matter at that
-time.
-
-As he followed the man into the attractively furnished library, from
-the windows of which could be seen the stable and driveway, Nick
-agreeably rejoined:
-
-“I am told that not much progress is being made against these road
-robbers?”
-
-“None at all, Mr. Carter, that I can discover,” replied Badger, with a
-scornful shrug of his shoulders. “Here is my wife, sir. Claudia, this
-is Detective Carter, of New York, sent out here by Chief Weston to
-inquire about the robbery. My wife, Mr. Carter.”
-
-In the light of what Chief Weston had told him about her, Nick surveyed
-the woman with more than cursory interest.
-
-Though now but thirty, she still retained in face and figure most of
-the beauty and freshness of youth. She was dark, like her husband,
-and rather above medium height, with a figure at once noticeable for
-its grace and suppleness. She had clean-cut features, a firm mouth
-and chin, with a square jaw that plainly indicated more than ordinary
-womanly strength.
-
-She met Nick with a lively flash of her dark eyes, and said agreeably,
-as they shook hands:
-
-“I am pleased to see you, Detective Carter. I do hope you’ll excuse my
-husband’s appearance, however, for he looks dreadfully with those red
-flannels around his neck. A sore throat has confined him to the house
-several days, and he insists that nothing but red flannel bandages will
-cure——”
-
-“Oh, never mind my looks, Claudia,” interrupted Badger petulantly. “Mr.
-Carter can put up with my looks, I’m sure, and probably he has more
-important business than that of discussing the curative virtues of red
-flannel bandages.”
-
-“No apology is necessary, Mrs. Badger, I assure you,” smiled Nick, as
-he accepted a chair. “I did have a little business with you when I
-started for here this morning, but I do not now regard it as important.”
-
-“How is that?” inquired Badger, with a furtive gleam of distrust in his
-watchful eyes.
-
-“It has lost the element of importance,” laughed Nick. “I did intend
-to question you closely as to the personal appearance of the rascals
-by whom you were robbed, Mrs. Badger, but since I have now seen one of
-them myself, I need make no inquiries. I have no doubt that the rascal
-I encountered was the same by whom you were robbed.”
-
-“You don’t mean that you, too, have been robbed?” exclaimed Claudia,
-with countenance reflecting profound amazement.
-
-“Exactly,” nodded Nick.
-
-“When?”
-
-“This morning.”
-
-“On your way here?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Well, well! What are these suburban roads coming to, Amos?” cried the
-woman, quite aghast. “It soon will not be safe to venture even into
-one’s front yard.”
-
-“I believe you,” said Badger, with a wheezy growl. “I do hope, Mr.
-Carter, that you’ll accomplish something. What do you intend doing
-toward rounding up these scoundrels?”
-
-Nick laughed and shook his head.
-
-“That is a difficult question for me to answer at present,” said he.
-“I must first discover some clue with which to start, some thread
-that is strong enough to follow, and which possibly may lead to the
-identification of the knaves and where they are located.”
-
-“Have you any such clue at present?” inquired Mrs. Badger, with a smile
-and glance well calculated to invite a frank rejoinder.
-
-“Not the slightest.”
-
-“That’s too bad.”
-
-“Stay,” added Nick, as if with an afterthought. “I believe I have
-something that may prove of advantage.”
-
-“Good enough!” exclaimed Badger, with eyes dilating curiously. “Of what
-does it consist, Mr. Carter?”
-
-Nick was then reaching into his breast pocket, and did not observe the
-speaker’s quickened interest, which had not been betrayed in his husky
-voice.
-
-“A photograph,” he replied, producing it. “The one taken by you, Mrs.
-Badger, at the time you were robbed.”
-
-“Oh, you are mistaken about that, Detective Carter,” Claudia quickly
-exclaimed.
-
-“Mistaken?”
-
-“I took no photograph, sir.”
-
-“Yet——”
-
-“It was taken by my sister, Miss Clayton,” interrupted Mrs. Badger.
-“Dear me, I couldn’t have done it for my life. I was so unnerved by
-the terrible episode and sight of the robber’s revolver that I had no
-power to see or do anything except what he commanded.”
-
-“Yet one of them was a woman,” smiled Nick.
-
-“I admit that, sir, but she had a revolver, and the mere sight of a
-weapon has always terrified me,” explained Claudia, with a shudder.
-
-“You were quite sure that she was a woman?” inquired Nick.
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“That it was not a man clad in woman’s apparel?”
-
-“Oh, absolutely. Her voice would have convinced me of her sex.”
-
-“A voice may be assumed.”
-
-“Yet I am positive that I am right.”
-
-“She was thickly veiled, I understand?”
-
-“True.”
-
-“Then you did not see her face?”
-
-“I did not.”
-
-“Her figure, as seen in the photograph, appears very tall—too tall for
-a woman,” persisted Nick.
-
-“Nevertheless, Detective Carter, I am positive that she was a woman,
-and not a man in female apparel,” declared Mrs. Badger, with emphasis.
-“Not only her garments and voice plainly prove it, but I also noticed
-her hands. They were too slender, white, and well formed for the hands
-of a man.”
-
-Nick now laughed lightly, remarking, in bantering tones, not then
-attributing any serious weight to his words:
-
-“That last, Mrs. Badger, is capital. Yet I must observe that, for one
-too terrified at the time to say or do anything but obey the commands
-of that brace of crooks, you did note some quite delicate details.
-Small hands, eh? Well, well, I think quite likely you are right.”
-
-A wave of crimson had risen over Mrs. Badger’s face, while on that of
-her husband a darker frown was settling.
-
-“I only happened to notice the woman’s hands, Detective Carter,
-merely because she held in one of them the revolver by which I was so
-frightened, and from which I scarcely could take my eyes. Naturally,
-then, I noticed the hand that held it.”
-
-Nick vaguely wondered why she had gone to the trouble to make this
-explanation, for there seemed to him to be no special occasion for it;
-and before he could frame any reply, Badger huskily demanded, with
-sinister curiosity:
-
-“Why are you pressing such questions as these, Detective Carter? I
-fail to see that they signify anything very important.”
-
-“It signifies considerable to me, Mr. Badger, this question of sex,”
-replied Nick, with a quiet laugh.
-
-“Why so?”
-
-“Because I shall be able to proceed much more intelligently, sooner or
-later, if I know positively that this gang of crooks consists only of
-men, one or more of whom is masquerading at times as a woman.”
-
-“There is something in that,” admitted Badger.
-
-“Female highwaymen are not common in these days,” added Nick
-pointedly; “and I find it hard to credit the evidence presented in
-this photograph, despite your wife’s very natural confidence in the
-reliability of her own eyes.”
-
-“I don’t much wonder at it,” Badger now laughed indifferently.
-
-“It is not at all material who took the photograph,” Nick went on. “I
-understand that Miss Clayton has an office in town. I think I will call
-upon her this morning, in the hope that she may have seen something
-worthy of note at the time of the robbery. Am I likely to find her at
-this hour?”
-
-“Yes, surely,” exclaimed Mrs. Badger, rising. “If you will wait just
-one moment, Detective Carter, I will give you her business-card.”
-
-“If you please.”
-
-“You will then have no trouble in finding her rooms.”
-
-Nick bowed, then arose and took his hat from the table.
-
-Both Badger and his wife accompanied him to the door, the latter giving
-him the card mentioned, and the former remarking, as Nick descended the
-steps and entered the runabout:
-
-“I hope you’ll inform me, Mr. Carter, if you get any reliable clue to
-the identity of these rascals. If I can aid you in any way, moreover, I
-beg that you will command me.”
-
-“Thank you,” returned Nick, nodding for Grady to start the machine. “I
-will bear it in mind, Mr. Badger.”
-
-As he rode down the driveway he read the card which he still retained
-in his hand, but the name of Miss Clayton did not appear upon it.
-
-It was the card of—Madame Victoria.
-
-It gave the street and number of her suite of rooms, and announced that
-she was an astrologer, an impressionist, and a spiritualist medium.
-It further stated that she could tell one’s fortune from the cradle
-to the grave, that she could be profitably consulted for information
-concerning dead friends, lost articles, missing relatives and heirs,
-or for advice in business matters, love-affairs, and all things
-pertaining to one’s personal welfare.
-
-Nick read the card twice with considerable interest.
-
-“Quite a round of accomplishments!” he grimly said to himself. “I
-wonder why she doesn’t locate the property of which she was robbed. The
-woman is evidently a charlatan, a pretender, who imposes upon credulous
-and weak-minded fools to get their money.
-
-“Madame Victoria, eh? Well, I will now give you a call, madame, and
-possibly a call-down! I’ll wager I take means to fool and expose you!”
-
-Such was the trend of Nick’s thoughts after reading Madame Victoria’s
-card, to whose rooms he next proceeded.
-
-Without the slightest faith in this woman’s alleged powers, however,
-Nick was approaching one of the most strange and startling experiences
-of his checkered career.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER VI.
-
- MADAME VICTORIA.
-
-
-It was nearly noon when Nick Carter, after dismissing Grady, entered
-the handsome granite building on Tremont Street in which the rooms of
-Madame Victoria were located.
-
-In so far as her pretentions to foretelling the future were concerned,
-as well as her other alleged powers, Nick felt morally sure that the
-woman was a fraud. Yet he decided to take no chances that she possibly
-had seen him before, and would remember his face, and in the corridor
-of the building he carefully adjusted a simple but effective disguise.
-
-In so doing, he had a double object, however; that of first getting
-an insight into Madame Victoria’s business and her alleged occult
-endowments, merely to satisfy his own curiosity; and, second, that
-of afterward being able to return and question her about the robbery
-without her suspecting his first visit.
-
-“I’ll have this much the best of her, at all events,” he said to
-himself, while adjusting his disguise. “If she is as clever as she
-claims to be, however, she should be able to see right through it. Yet
-I wager that she does nothing of the kind.”
-
-In the corridor of the second floor was a door bearing Madame
-Victoria’s name in gilt letters, and Nick unceremoniously entered.
-
-He found himself in an elaborately furnished waiting-room, with windows
-overlooking the Boston Common. The carpet was velvet. The furniture was
-upholstered with richly figured plush. There were fine lace draperies
-at the windows, and the walls were hung with choice paintings, while
-various ornaments of one kind or another added to the adornment of the
-place.
-
-Nick decided that Chief Weston was correct in stating that this woman
-did a lucrative business.
-
-From a chair near the window a young girl quickly arose, laying aside a
-novel, and Nick inquired if Madame Victoria was in.
-
-“Yes, sir, but she is engaged just now,” said the girl. “She will be at
-liberty in a few minutes, however.”
-
-“I’ll wait,” said Nick tersely.
-
-“Take a chair, sir. If you will give me your card, sir, I will take
-it to Madame Victoria as soon as her visitor leaves, and will learn
-whether she will give you a sitting at this time. It is nearly her hour
-for lunch.”
-
-Nick did not discuss the matter. He gave the girl a card bearing a
-fictitious name, with several of which he was always provided.
-
-Presently a richly dressed, middle-aged woman emerged from an inner
-room, drying her eyes with her handkerchief. She hurriedly departed,
-however, after viewing her hat and hair in the mirror.
-
-“She must have heard from some dead one,” thought Nick, with grim
-derisiveness. “Either that, or some infernal calamity has been
-predicted for her. I’m blessed if I’m not a good bit curious to know
-what I shall get in there. Maybe I shall get it in the neck.”
-
-He had not long to wait, for the servant presently announced that
-Madame Victoria would receive him in the inner room.
-
-Nick left his hat on the table, and entered.
-
-At first sight the view within was startling.
-
-The single window of the inner room was heavily curtained with black,
-excluding every ray of daylight. Above a small square table in the
-middle of the floor, however, there burned two electric lights
-enveloped in green globes, the rays from which shed a weird and uncanny
-light throughout the room.
-
-On the walls were hung numerous astrological charts, a number of
-horoscopes of celebrated men, more accurately cast after death than
-before; and along with these were various devices and insignia, of the
-meaning and object of which Nick was entirely ignorant.
-
-On a stand near the table were several packs of playing-cards,
-presumably for fortune-telling, if no other amusement.
-
-In other respects the room was well furnished, with a book-case against
-one wall, a couch opposite, and several small but expensive chairs.
-
-What chiefly startled Nick, however, was less this curious appearance
-of the room than that of its solitary inmate.
-
-Madame Victoria was seated at the table, a woman under thirty, large of
-figure, without being corpulent, an attractive, self-reliant face, and
-an abundance of brownish-red hair done up in picturesque disorder. She
-was clad in a long purple robe, figured with small silver stars, along
-with a crescent moon here and there among them, the whole conveying
-a vague suggestion of a midnight sky. The garment was voluminous,
-entirely covering her waist and skirts.
-
-From the large, loose sleeves, and in vivid contrast with the rich
-dark-purple, protruded a pair of shapely bare arms and hands; yet both
-these and the woman’s face, uplifted when Nick entered, were lent a
-disagreeable, deathlike pallor by the green light of the room.
-
-Her first glance was at Nick’s left hand, at a valuable carbuncle ring
-on the third finger, and then her eyes rose up to his face while she
-abruptly exclaimed, with a curious mingling of vivacity and surprise:
-
-“Dear me! Oh, dear me, what a strange feeling, Mr. Sibley. I feel just
-as if two men had entered this room.”
-
-Nick was a bit startled.
-
-Sibley was the name on the card he had sent in, and the woman’s
-immediate remark, in the light of Nick’s disguise, was at least a
-little peculiar.
-
-“Two men, eh?” said Nick inquiringly. “Well, I am quite alone, madame,
-I assure you.”
-
-Madame Victoria struck her brow violently with her palm several times,
-then shook her head, as if bent upon shaking out some of its ideas, and
-finally cried, with obvious perplexity:
-
-“Well, well, this is quite extraordinary. I never had such a strange
-feeling. I am impressed exactly as if two men had entered the room.”
-
-“Impressed?”
-
-“Take a chair, sir,” smiled Madame Victoria quite graciously. “You must
-understand, Mr. Sibley, that I am what I call an impressionist.”
-
-“I hear and know the meaning of the word,” laughed Nick, with curiosity
-still further piqued, “yet I cannot say that I fully understand.”
-
-Madame Victoria shrugged her fine shoulders, and regarded him archly
-from under her lifted brows.
-
-“Ah, well, that is not to be wondered at, Mr. Sibley,” she replied
-agreeably. “Very few people understand the true nature and source of
-their own impressions, to say nothing of those of another.”
-
-“That is quite true, madame,” assented Nick, bowing.
-
-“In fact, sir, I cannot say that I understand even my own,” added the
-woman, with a pretty display of frankness. “They are so vivid at times,
-yet frequently seem so utterly improbable, that I often shrink from
-expressing them. I should have felt so in this case, Mr. Sibley, and I
-doubt if I should have said what I did, sir, had it not come from me
-quite involuntarily, and before I could repress it. Of course, sir, I
-see that you are entirely alone.”
-
-“You interest me,” smiled Nick, bent upon leading her on. “May I ask of
-what your present impressions consist?”
-
-Madame Victoria drew forward in her chair, and rested her pretty arms
-upon the table. Her face became grave again, and once more her eyes
-briefly lingered upon the ring on Nick’s finger, yet in an absent way
-that did not attract his attention.
-
-After a few moments, during which she appeared to be yielding to some
-outside influence, she looked up at him and said:
-
-“There is something about you, sir, that I really cannot explain. I
-cannot get rid of this impression of a double personality here. I will
-try to fathom it, Mr. Sibley, if you will be patient.”
-
-“Take your time, madame,” said Nick, smiling at her across the table.
-
-Madame Victoria nodded and laughed, displaying her white teeth and
-calling up a charming dimple in each velvety cheek.
-
-“As you probably know, Mr. Sibley,” said she, “people come here for
-various objects. Some call to have their horoscopes cast, others
-to have a mediumistic sitting with me in the hope of receiving
-communications from dead friends, while others call to consult me about
-business and love-affairs, or to have their fortunes told by the cards.”
-
-“So I imagined,” bowed Nick.
-
-“But you came for nothing of the kind, that’s my impression,” exclaimed
-Madame Victoria, with an abrupt exhibition of earnestness.
-
-“It is quite correct.”
-
-“You have no faith in any of those things.”
-
-“That also is true.”
-
-“Dear me, I am awfully perplexed,” laughed the woman, apparently with
-vain efforts to straighten out something in her mind. “You seem to me
-just like two men, which I, of course, know is absurd. Yet I cannot rid
-myself of the effects of that impression. I shall try to do all that I
-can for you, however, and will give you what comes to me.”
-
-“If you please, madame,” said Nick, not a little impressed and puzzled
-by her curious statements and apparently genuine endeavors.
-
-Again Madame Victoria beat her brow with her palm, so violently that
-Nick did not wonder that her hair was somewhat disordered.
-
-As she suddenly fixed her eyes upon him, he noticed that they began
-to dilate and glow with almost preternatural brilliancy, while she
-abruptly exclaimed, as if under the impulse of another of her vivid
-impressions:
-
-“You have recently been in danger, Mr. Sibley, in great danger!”
-
-“Is that your present impression?” inquired Nick.
-
-“Yes, sir. It must be correct, too, or I could not feel it so strongly.”
-
-“Go on, madame.”
-
-“You are a man who encounters many dangers,” Madame Victoria continued,
-now speaking much more rapidly and earnestly. “Your life is made up of
-stirring adventures and frequent perils.”
-
-“That is very true,” admitted Nick.
-
-“I see you hunting—hunting—hunting!” cried the woman, with suppressed
-vehemence. “I don’t know what it means, sir, but you seem to be
-constantly hunting, searching after persons and things, and delving
-into all kinds of complicated mysteries.”
-
-“Well, well! that hits pretty near the mark,” laughed Nick.
-
-“Oh, dear! and I see you all surrounded with a red atmosphere, as if
-you were not a stranger to violent combats and the sight of blood.”
-
-“I have seen my share of both.”
-
-“Yes, yes, that is plain to me, very plain,” she rapidly went on. “You
-are a busy man, and you—wait! I am now carried away from here. I feel
-as if I were riding in a railway-train. I don’t quite interpret the
-impression as yet, but I feel—oh, now I have it! You don’t belong here,
-sir, not in this city. You are a stranger here.”
-
-“Well, not exactly that,” replied Nick, more and more puzzled by the
-accuracy with which she was hitting the mark.
-
-“I don’t mean that you never were here, and are not familiar with this
-city,” cried Madame Victoria quickly. “I mean only that your business
-is not here, that your interests are in some distant place. Isn’t that
-right?”
-
-“Nearly so.”
-
-“I knew it was.”
-
-“How did you know it?”
-
-“Because of my impression, that of being carried away in the cars,”
-explained the woman. “I presumably get it from you, sir, for I am
-susceptible to all of the conditions surrounding those who come here to
-consult me.”
-
-“That is quite mysterious.”
-
-“So many think.”
-
-“How do you explain it?”
-
-“I don’t explain it. I know only that it is so.”
-
-“Yet——”
-
-“One moment, please!” exclaimed Madame Victoria, again leaning nearer.
-“You have recently lost something, Mr. Sibley.”
-
-Nick laughed.
-
-“Can you direct me how to find it?” he asked.
-
-“Am I right?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“I cannot tell what it is, yet—yet I feel that you miss something
-usually carried on your person.”
-
-“That is true.”
-
-“No, I cannot direct you how to find it—at least, not at present. It
-is not still, not located yet. It is moving—moving—moving. I see smoke
-and hear guns. I feel the same impression as a moment ago—that you have
-lately been in danger.”
-
-Again she was speaking with that rapid, vehement earnestness as
-before, as if every sensitive string of her delicate organism had
-been suddenly struck, thrilling her with new and strangely correct
-impressions.
-
-Nick Carter sat watching her as a cat watches a mouse, but he could
-detect no sign of simulation or treachery. Her voice, looks, actions,
-and constantly changing moods all appeared to be perfectly genuine.
-
-“I admit that I recently have been in danger,” said he, in reply to her
-last remark.
-
-Madame Victoria bowed over the table, again fixing her eyes upon him
-with that strangely intensified stare.
-
-“There are greater dangers before you,” she rapidly declared.
-
-“Is that so?” inquired Nick, wondering what was now coming.
-
-“Much greater dangers.”
-
-“Of what kind?”
-
-“Many kinds.”
-
-“A general assortment, eh?”
-
-“You regard them lightly, but I judge that to be like you.”
-
-“Rather.”
-
-“If you do so at this time, Mr. Sibley, you will do wrong.”
-
-“Why so?”
-
-“The perils threatening you cannot be wisely ignored. I am impressed
-with a conviction that your life is imperiled by——Stop a moment!”
-
-“Well?”
-
-Again Madame Victoria beat her brow, shaking her head violently,
-apparently striving to get a clear interpretation of her impressions.
-
-“Ah, I have it!” she suddenly cried. “You are in Boston on
-business—perilous business.”
-
-“Well?” queried Nick, determined to tell her nothing.
-
-“You came to me for advice?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Then I advise you to drop it.”
-
-“Drop what?”
-
-“This perilous business.”
-
-“Do you know of what it consists?”
-
-“I do not get any impression of that,” replied Madame Victoria, with
-curious nervous efforts to make her mind receptive to the information
-desired, efforts that brought the perspiration to her neck and brow in
-tiny drops.
-
-“No, no. I do not get it—cannot get it,” she presently added, with a
-gasp. “I have no idea of what it consists. Yet I advise you to drop it.”
-
-“Because of the dangers it involves?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“They will not deter me,” said Nick, with a headshake. “I never run
-from danger.”
-
-“There is yet another reason.”
-
-“For dropping the business?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“What is it?”
-
-“You will fail.”
-
-“Fail in my undertaking?”
-
-“That is my impression. Ah, I see you smile!” cried the woman, wiping
-her damp cheeks and brow. “You do wrong to deride and ignore my
-predictions. Ask others to whom I have given advice. I have never yet
-erred in one of these predictions. Take my advice, Mr. Sibley, and
-avoid the impending perils.”
-
-Nick had smiled incredulously, and arose to go. He saw that the woman
-had no more to tell him, nor had he any inclination to hear more in the
-same line.
-
-Having paid her fee in money obtained by cashing a check in order to
-settle with Grady for the damage to his runabout, Nick bade Madame
-Victoria good morning, and departed.
-
-At the door of the inner room the woman tendered him her hand, which
-he gravely accepted, noting at the same time that it was damp with
-perspiration, yet as cold as a hand of clay.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER VII.
-
- THE DEEPER MYSTERY.
-
-
-Nick Carter was puzzled.
-
-His interview with Madame Victoria had, in a way, left him on the rocks.
-
-He could not account for the knowledge which, in indirect and equivocal
-terms, she had displayed. It plainly indicated that she had from some
-source received information concerning him and his business designs,
-as well as about the losses he had suffered in his encounter with the
-highwayman.
-
-Had this information really been derived through the occult powers of
-which the woman claimed to be possessed?
-
-Nick Carter was not ready to believe that it had, for he had but little
-faith in the supernatural.
-
-On the other hand, any natural explanation seemed equally difficult.
-
-“My intended visit to her rooms was known to only three persons by whom
-she could have been informed, and they were Badger and his wife, and
-Grady,” Nick perplexedly reasoned. “I know positively that Grady did
-not inform her. Assuming even that the Badgers did so by communicating
-with her by telephone, they cannot possibly have guessed that I would
-call upon her in disguise. My make-up, together with the fictitious
-name I gave, certainly should have blinded her to my identity. Yet I do
-not believe she could have guessed, merely by chance, all of the facts
-that she imparted, and I’m blessed if I can quite fathom the mystery.”
-
-The more Nick thought about it the more positive he became that there
-existed some crooked work under the surface, and this made him even the
-more determined to ferret out what it was.
-
-“I’ll telegraph to Chick and Patsy to come here,” he abruptly decided,
-as he returned to the Adams House, at which he had registered. “I shall
-need them to assist me in locating these road robbers, whom I am now
-fully resolved to run down. After sending a message to Chick I will
-have another bout with the fortune-teller. I’m blessed if I’ll let her
-throw me down in this fashion—not and keep me down!”
-
-It was but a short walk to the hotel, and there Nick sent a telegram to
-Chick Carter, his chief assistant, ordering him and Patsy, one of his
-younger detectives, to come to Boston by the first train and join him
-at the Adams House.
-
-Nick knew that both would arrive late that evening, and before then
-he hoped to have solved that portion of the mystery relating to the
-Tremont Street fortune-teller.
-
-After spending half an hour at lunch, Nick went up to his room and
-examined his disguise, which he had not removed.
-
-“It is perfect in every detail,” he mentally declared, while surveying
-himself in the mirror. “She cannot possibly have detected the make-up,
-and there must be some other explanation of her insinuations. I’ll take
-it off and visit her this time in proper person.”
-
-While removing the disguise, Nick noticed the carbuncle ring on his
-finger, and he immediately took it off and slipped it into the pocket
-of another suit he was then about putting on.
-
-“I’ll have nothing about me that she may have seen this morning,” he
-said to himself. “There’s a deal of crafty keenness in those bright
-eyes of hers, and I’ll make sure that she discovers nothing to identify
-me with her visitor by the name of Sibley. If she succeeds in doing
-that, the witch, there will be something more than natural in it—or
-some sort of rascally cunning at work under the surface. I’ll wager
-that she will have no impression of two men entering her room this
-time, nor that I was there this morning.”
-
-Fashionably clad, with his strong, attractive face inviting
-observation, Nick appeared for the second time at the rooms of Madame
-Victoria, just about an hour after leaving them.
-
-The girl in the waiting-room did not recognize him, and Nick took even
-the precaution to vary his voice several degrees from that he had
-previously used.
-
-“Is Madame Victoria disengaged?” he inquired.
-
-“She is, sir, just at present,” said the girl.
-
-“My card,” said Nick tersely. “I would like a business interview with
-her.”
-
-“One moment, sir.”
-
-The girl vanished into the inner room, then returned without the card.
-
-“Madame will receive you, Mr. Carter,” she said, bowing.
-
-Nick left his hat as before, and approached the inner room.
-
-His recollections of it were not agreeable. The close atmosphere, the
-green light, the walls hung with mystical insignia, the purple-robed
-woman who had so baffled his usual keen reasoning, and the touch of
-whose hand lingered with him as when a person has touched the hand of
-a corpse—all had left upon him a disagreeable impression, as when one
-has meddled with things pertaining to the black arts.
-
-He found Madame Victoria seated at the table, as before, looking more
-like a sorceress to him than ever, as he stepped gravely over the
-threshold.
-
-The woman looked up from the card between her thumb and fingers, and
-Nick thought he detected a subtle light leap up from the depths of her
-brilliant eyes. It vanished so quickly that he could not feel sure of
-it, however, despite that he was now alert for the slightest betrayal
-that might be of significance to him.
-
-Madame Victoria was the first to speak.
-
-“Take a chair, sir,” said she, smiling a bit oddly. “Your card informs
-me that you are Detective Carter, of New York.”
-
-“Yes, madame.”
-
-“My maid said you desire a business interview with me.”
-
-“If you please.”
-
-“Business from my standpoint, or your own?” inquired Madame Victoria,
-still smiling. “In other words, Detective Carter, does your visit
-relate to your business or to mine?”
-
-“The business is ours,” said Nick pointedly.
-
-“Ah, sort of a mutual interest,” laughed the woman, with a captivating
-glance at him.
-
-“Precisely.”
-
-“Then, since you have not called to consult me professionally,” said
-the madame, “I shall feel free to drop my usual mental attitude, that
-of holding myself susceptible to outward impressions, and receive
-you more conventionally. About what do you wish to see me, Detective
-Carter?”
-
-Nick instinctively felt that he was already being headed off by the
-woman, and he saw, with half an eye, if he had not seen it before, that
-he was up against a remarkably shrewd and clever character, one who was
-nearly his equal in diplomacy and cunning.
-
-Nick briefly set aside the motive with which he had called, therefore,
-and reverted to the business which primarily had sent him to Madame
-Victoria’s rooms.
-
-“I wish to ask you a few questions,” said he.
-
-“About what?”
-
-“About the recent robbery of yourself and Mrs. Badger, of Brookline.”
-
-“Ah, indeed!”
-
-“I am engaged by Chief Weston, of the local police department, to
-investigate some of these highway robberies committed about here, and
-to undertake the arrest of the culprits.”
-
-“Dear me! I am delighted to hear it, Detective Carter, and I do hope
-you’ll succeed,” exclaimed Madame Victoria, now displaying a very
-vivacious interest.
-
-“I hope so, too.”
-
-“I have lost some valuable jewels, and so has Claudia—that’s Mrs.
-Badger, sir—and I should be more than glad to recover them.”
-
-“No doubt.”
-
-“Or to aid you in hastening the arrest and conviction of the thieves,”
-added the woman. “In what way can I assist you, Detective Carter?”
-
-“By answering a few questions for me, madame——”
-
-“Pardon!” she interposed.
-
-“Well?”
-
-“You may call me Miss Clayton when not consulting me professionally,
-Detective Carter,” she explained, with a fascinating little laugh.
-“Like persons in other fields of art, I practise under an assumed name.
-If you ever meet my sister, Mrs. Badger, or her husband, they will
-probably refer to me by my real name. So I take this occasion to tell
-it to you. It is only here, or when discussing my professional work,
-that I make use of my business name.”
-
-Nick wondered if all this had been thrown at him to convey an
-impression that she had not been informed of his call upon Badger and
-his wife, and a gleam of new suspicion showed briefly in the eyes
-of the great detective. Yet he said quietly, with a nod, that he
-understood her.
-
-“It matters little to me what name you use, providing you answer my
-questions,” he added.
-
-“I shall gladly do so, Detective Carter.”
-
-“I have here a snap-shot photograph said to have been taken by you at
-the time of the robbery.”
-
-“Yes, that is true. I had my kodak with me, and it so happened that I
-could——”
-
-“I have been told by Chief Weston how you obtained the photograph,”
-interposed Nick, wishing to expedite matters.
-
-“Ah, I see.”
-
-“What I chiefly wish to know is whether you got a good look at the
-thieves, or were too frightened to notice them closely.”
-
-“Oh, I was not greatly alarmed,” smiled Madame Victoria, with a shrug
-of her fine shoulders. “I saw that the loss of our valuables was
-inevitable, but I did not fear for my life.”
-
-“Did you specially notice the woman who appears in this photograph?”
-
-“I saw all that was to be seen of both miscreants, Detective Carter,”
-the woman declared, with a nod of emphasis.
-
-“Did you detect any peculiarity about the woman?”
-
-“Only her unusual height.”
-
-“She was taller than the man?”
-
-“Yes, indeed; several inches taller.”
-
-“Yet in the picture he appears to be nearly six feet.”
-
-“I should judge that he was, as I now recall him.”
-
-“A woman taller than that is very rare,” said Nick, “and one who should
-be quite easily traced.”
-
-“That is true, sir.”
-
-“Do you feel quite sure that it was a woman?”
-
-“Sure? Why, certainly!” exclaimed Madame Victoria, laughing.
-
-“For what reasons?”
-
-“Because, Detective Carter, I saw the point of her chin under her black
-veil, and it was as smooth and white as my own.”
-
-“Anything more?”
-
-“Her hand and arm, too, what little I could see of the latter in the
-sleeve of her automobile coat, were as fair and plump as my own.”
-
-Nick glanced at the pretty hand and arm she held out, and decided that
-there could be no mistaking them.
-
-“My first impression, Detective Carter,” she quickly added, “was the
-same as yours—that her height might warrant a suspicion that it was a
-man in woman’s clothing. For that reason, sir, I particularly observed
-her.”
-
-“I am glad of that,” bowed Nick. “I called here chiefly to settle this
-question of sex, and I have already asked Mrs. Badger about it.”
-
-“Oh, indeed! Then you have seen her?”
-
-“I called upon her in Brookline this morning.”
-
-“Does what I say corroborate her statements?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-Nick had mentioned the call only to see if Madame Victoria would say
-that she had since heard from the Badgers, but she did nothing of the
-kind, leaving Nick to believe that she had not. This served only to
-increase his growing suspicions, when recalling what she had said that
-morning; and he now gravely added, with his gaze indifferently fixed
-upon her face:
-
-“I think there is only one more question that I would like to have you
-answer for me, Madame Victoria.”
-
-“Only one?”
-
-“That is all.”
-
-“Ask it, Detective Carter.”
-
-Nick’s voice fell a little lower, and became more impressive.
-
-“I wish to know what you would have said to me, Madame Victoria, if I
-had called to consult you professionally.”
-
-The smile still lingered about the woman’s red lips, and her eyes met
-his without flinching.
-
-“I should have said, Detective Carter, what my first impression
-impelled me to say, yet which I decided to repress.”
-
-“What was that?”
-
-“I should have told you that I felt, when you entered, as if I were
-meeting a person who had recently called here.”
-
-“Did you feel so?”
-
-“I did.”
-
-“How do you now feel about it?”
-
-“I am now sure.”
-
-“Of what?”
-
-“That you were here this morning under the name of Sibley,” replied
-Madame Victoria, now frowning slightly. “I cannot possibly imagine why
-you came here in disguise and under an assumed name, Detective Carter,
-yet I am convinced that you did so.”
-
-“How did you acquire that knowledge?” Nick now demanded, ignoring her
-quiet rebuke.
-
-“I answered that question for Mr. Sibley,” was the reply, with a covert
-sneer. “Hence there is no need for me to answer it for you.”
-
-“You acquired it through your impressions?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“In no other way?”
-
-“None.”
-
-“Then, as Mr. Sibley said this morning, it is very mysterious,” Nick
-dryly declared, rising to go.
-
-“So many think, as I said this morning.”
-
-“I will say, Madame Victoria, that I had no more malicious design in
-coming here in disguise than that of proving the validity of some of
-your claims to occult powers. I might add, too, that you have given me
-one of the most curious problems of my life.”
-
-“Indeed!”
-
-“I shall, however, make it a point to—solve the problem.”
-
-Madame Victoria laughed, and eyed him oddly from under her drooping
-lids.
-
-“If you do solve it, which involves learning how I get these
-impressions, Detective Carter, you will do more than I can,” she said,
-rising to bid him adieu.
-
-“Then I certainly shall, Madame Victoria, do more than you can,” Nick
-quietly declared, as he accepted her proffered hand.
-
-“You think so, eh?”
-
-“I do, madame! I have one very pronounced trait of character, which may
-be of some interest to you.”
-
-“What is that?”
-
-“I never drop a mystery, Madame Victoria, until it has—ceased to be a
-mystery!”
-
-The last was said pleasantly enough, yet very emphatically, as Nick
-bowed and withdrew from the room, with the smiling eyes of the woman
-steadily meeting his till the door closed between the two.
-
-Then there came over her one of those swift changes seen only when
-suppressed passions, intensified by restraint, are abruptly given free
-rein.
-
-Her smile vanished like a flash, displaced by a frown that transfigured
-her every feature and lent to her usually attractive face the
-threatening and vengeful visage of a fury. With eyes gleaming, with
-lips drawn, with breast heaving under the sudden swell of her pent
-feelings, she shook both clenched hands after the departing detective,
-while muttering fiercely through her white teeth:
-
-“Yon will solve the problem, will you? You will tear away the veil of
-mystery, will you? Not if I know it—not if I can prevent it, Mr. Nick
-Carter!
-
-“Beware what you do—what you attempt! Let the cost be what it may, my
-prediction shall be fulfilled, and only failure shall be yours! Beware
-lest you fail, for the inevitable price of failure will be—death!”
-
-Then she turned and hurried across the room, with every movement of her
-lithe and supple figure as quick and graceful as those of a leopard.
-With a quick sweep of her arm, she threw aside the curtain of a door of
-a small closet, into which she entered, to seize the receiver from a
-telephone attached to the wall.
-
-“Give me 22 ring 2, Brookline!” she commanded.
-
-It was the number of the telephone in the house of Mr. Amos Badger.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER VIII.
-
- UNDER THE SURFACE.
-
-
-As Nick Carter had rightly conjectured, when weighing the mystifying
-knowledge displayed by Madame Victoria, there was something under the
-surface.
-
-What the something was, moreover, plainly appeared in what followed the
-visit of Nick to the suburban house of Mr. Amos Badger.
-
-The moment the detective departed, in company with Grady, there came
-over both Badger and his wife a very decided change.
-
-With an ugly gleam in his dark eyes, which were still following the
-runabout as it sped down the long driveway, Badger ripped off the red
-flannel bandages from around his neck, exclaiming vehemently:
-
-“Whew! these infernal things have set me reeking at every pore! Thank
-Heaven he remained no longer, or I should have run down into my boots.
-There’s not a dry rag on me.”
-
-His wife indulged in a laugh, a vicious little laugh, most unpleasant
-to honest ears.
-
-“Yet the ruse worked well, Amos,” she cried exultantly.
-
-“Yes, apparently.”
-
-“Apparently?”
-
-“That’s what I said,” growled Badger, as the runabout passed out of
-view.
-
-“What do you mean?” demanded Claudia, with quickened apprehension.
-
-“I mean that there never is any knowing what Nick Carter thinks and
-suspects, however he may carry himself,” Badger petulantly replied.
-“He is one thing on the surface, another under it. There is no telling
-anything about him, and I’m infernally sorry that Weston has brought
-him over here.”
-
-“Bah!” cried his wife contemptuously. “He can accomplish no more than
-the Boston detectives have done.”
-
-“I’m not so sure of it.”
-
-“We can fool him as we have fooled the others.”
-
-“Yet he asked some deucedly ugly questions,” declared Badger, with a
-doubtful shake of his head. “And I more than half-fear that he already
-suspects our trick.”
-
-“Suspects that you were only feigning illness?”
-
-“Possibly.”
-
-“Nonsense! He cannot have got wise to that, nor to anything else that
-seriously affects us.”
-
-Badger turned quickly away, and hailed the man in the driveway.
-
-“Come in here, Jerry,” he commanded. “I want to speak to you.”
-
-Conley dropped his work and hastened into the house, following Badger
-and his wife into the library.
-
-“What d’ye want, Amos?” he inquired, with a familiarity plainly
-indicating that he was something more than a menial about the place.
-
-“I want to I know just what Carter said to you,” replied Badger,
-throwing himself into a chair.
-
-“He only asked if I’d seen an auto go along the road below here.”
-
-“Nothing more?”
-
-“Not a thing.”
-
-“I thought I heard him say something about me, Conley, and the cut of
-my jib.”
-
-“Oh, that was only because he couldn’t learn anything from me, and he
-didn’t fancy the jolly I was giving him,” replied Conley, with a grin.
-“Devil a thing did I tell him, Amos, and I was only keeping him on a
-string till I was dead sure that you and Claudy were out of your auto
-rigs and into the togs in which he found you.”
-
-“Are you sure he didn’t get sight of the other machine?” demanded
-Badger apprehensively.
-
-“The one you used when you held him up?”
-
-“Yes, certainly.”
-
-“Oh, I’m dead sure that he didn’t see that,” cried Conley confidently.
-“I had that in the secret cover a good five minutes before he showed up
-in the runabout.”
-
-“And you were at work on the other when he arrived?”
-
-“Yes, long before he arrived.”
-
-“Pshaw! he couldn’t have seen the Peerless when he got here, Amos,”
-supplemented Claudia decidedly. “We left that runabout behind us as if
-it had been tied to a stake.”
-
-“I know all that,” growled Badger; “but I want to feel sure that the
-infernal detective got no line on us after he reached here. I’ll tell
-you both, he’s a man to be feared, and we cannot be too careful in case
-he undertakes to round us up.”
-
-“Faugh!” snarled Conley, with a scowl rising about his crafty eyes. “If
-he gets wise, and presses us too hard, there’s one thing we can do.”
-
-“Put him out of the way?”
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“It will have to be done,” said Badger, with a nod. “Yet I don’t fancy
-running my neck into a noose if it can be avoided.”
-
-“It can be done without that,” said Conley, with grim significance.
-
-“It strikes me,” put in Claudia, “that we ought to give Vic a tip that
-Carter is coming to call upon her, also that he has been out here.”
-
-“That’s right, too.”
-
-“If he is as clever as you say he is, Amos, he must be handled with
-gloves,” added the woman. “Vic ought to be warned of his visit, and of
-what his business consists, so that she may be ready for him, and head
-him off from any suspicion.”
-
-“I can inform her by telephone.”
-
-“It must be done.”
-
-“There’s no great rush,” replied Badger. “Carter will not arrive there
-for an hour.”
-
-“You must tell her just what we have done, and why we did it.”
-
-“Tell her that we held him up this morning?”
-
-“Yes, certainly; also that we got away with his watch and money.”
-
-“Why tell her all that?”
-
-“So she may know just how to handle him,” declared Claudia, with knit
-brows. “Vic is clever, all right, but she may queer us in some way when
-pitted against Nick Carter’s cleverness, unless she knows just what his
-game is, and what has happened out here.”
-
-“I’ll go and talk with her at once,” said Badger, now rising.
-
-“A good idea,” said Conley approvingly. “Let Vic alone to queer any
-game that he may have.”
-
-“Stop a moment, Amos,” cried his wife, with an afterthought.
-
-“Well?”
-
-“If Carter has formed any suspicion of us, as you appear to fear, he
-may start in at once with some of his underhand work.”
-
-“What do you mean?”
-
-“He may not tell Vic who he is.”
-
-“Possibly not.”
-
-“And he may lead her into some self-betrayal, in case he questions her
-closely while she is ignorant of his identity.”
-
-“What the deuce can we do to prevent that?” demanded Badger, with a
-frown.
-
-“I’ll tell you what,” said Claudia, who plainly possessed many of the
-crafty qualities of her sister.
-
-“Well, out with it.”
-
-“First, Amos, describe him to her so she cannot mistake him, and then——”
-
-“Hold on a bit,” interrupted Conley, who was an interested listener.
-“He may take it into his head to go there in disguise, since that’s a
-clever trick of his.”
-
-“That’s just what I was coming to, Jerry, if you had let me finish,”
-snapped Mrs. Badger. “We can easily head off any disguise he may adopt.”
-
-“How so?”
-
-“Merely by telling Vic that he wears a red carbuncle ring on the third
-finger of his left hand,” said Claudia. “He’ll not think it necessary
-to remove that, Amos, even if he does put on a disguise.”
-
-“By Jove! that’s so.”
-
-“Go, now, and tell her the whole business.”
-
-Badger hastened into the hall, where he was presently heard imparting
-in cautious terms, yet which he evidently knew would be readily
-understood, the information concerning Nick which had so puzzled him.
-
-It was because of what she now was told over the wire that Madame
-Victoria glanced first at Nick’s left hand when he entered her rooms,
-and at once recognized him in the disguise of Sibley.
-
-At the time of his second visit, moreover, when he presented his own
-card, the fortune-teller at once noticed that he had removed the ring,
-and that alone was enough to convince her that he was beginning to play
-a double game, and that he must have formed some suspicions regarding
-herself and the Badgers.
-
-After Nick’s first departure she telephoned Badger that he had been
-there, and the latter then held a second consultation with his wife and
-Conley.
-
-Being ignorant of Nick’s primary object in visiting Madame Victoria
-in disguise, which was merely to test her peculiar powers, Badger’s
-apprehensions naturally were increased.
-
-“He’s wise to something, and already up to some game against us, or
-he wouldn’t have gone there in disguise,” he gravely reasoned. “I’m
-ruined, utterly ruined, unless we can continue this road work a few
-weeks longer. I shall be swamped completely unless I can thus raise the
-funds to tide me along until there’s a rise in the stock-market.”
-
-“We’ll keep up the road-work, Amos, never you fear,” his wife curtly
-declared, with an evil brightness in her expressive eyes. “It was I who
-suggested it to you, and I have done my part to help you along with it.”
-
-“That’s true enough.”
-
-“And we’ll not quit it now, Amos, Carter or no Carter.”
-
-“That we’ll not,” growled Conley, with a headshake. “There’s too much
-good stuff in it for us to have it queered at this stage by this man
-Carter. If it comes to the worst, Amos, a knife between his ribs will
-put him out of our way.”
-
-“That is more easily said than done.”
-
-“Not if it comes to that kind of a play.”
-
-“I don’t fear Weston and his second-rate detectives,” added Badger
-moodily; “but this man Carter is superior to that entire bunch.”
-
-“Bah!” cried Claudia. “You are needlessly alarmed. To begin with, Amos,
-he cannot possibly have learned anything definite about us as quickly
-as this.”
-
-“Possibly not.”
-
-“He could not have identified us as the couple who held him up and
-robbed him this morning, and he certainly must think that was only a
-chance job, not one planned by us the moment we heard he was coming out
-here in a runabout.”
-
-“No, he could not have guessed that,” admitted Badger.
-
-“Furthermore,” argued his wife, “my face was entirely covered with my
-dust-glasses and the false beard, and in my big auto coat it certainly
-could not have been suspected that I was a woman who suddenly showed up
-in the Peerless in which you escaped after robbing him.”
-
-“Sure it couldn’t,” put in Conley. “I’d have sworn you were a man
-myself.”
-
-“Oh, I don’t think he has any idea of the truth about that,” replied
-Badger.
-
-“There is still another thing in our favor,” continued Claudia.
-
-“What is that?”
-
-“The alleged robbery of Vic and myself, Amos, and the photograph which
-Vic took by which to convince Weston of the truth of our story.”
-
-“That was one of the shrewdest moves ever made,” declared Conley,
-laughing.
-
-“Certainly it was, Jerry, and you may let Vic alone to think of such
-schemes as that,” said Mrs. Badger, with an evil display of sisterly
-pride.
-
-“She’s a keen one, all right,” grinned Conley.
-
-“The picture is as good as a positive proof that we were robbed,” added
-Claudia; “and Weston never for a moment has doubted our story. The very
-fact, if it were a fact, that we were robbed, moreover, plainly shows
-that we cannot have been both the thieves and the victims, also. That
-would be absurd, you see, and as long as Carter credits the photograph,
-just so long we may be sure that he does not suspect us of being
-crooks.”
-
-“That is an ugly word to apply to us, Claudia,” growled Badger
-disapprovingly.
-
-“One might as well call things by their right names,” laughed his wife.
-“I told you I was an adventuress, and a woman of nerve, Amos, when you
-wanted to marry me, and you knew just what you bargained for.”
-
-“I’m finding no fault on that score.”
-
-“You’d better not,” was the pointed rejoinder. “I fancy the life I now
-lead, this moving in good society, for it lays away over the stage, or
-riding bareback in the circus-ring, to which Vic and I were bred in old
-England.”
-
-“What need to refer to those days?” muttered Badger, frowning darkly.
-
-“Only that you may keep in mind the stuff I am made of,” replied his
-wife, with a shrug of her shoulders. “When you told me you were in
-hot water financially, Amos, it was I who suggested this scheme of
-road robbery to tide you along. In becoming your assistant, along with
-Jerry, here, my old life of adventure has served me well. I can ride
-the most vicious horse, and no auto can go too fast for me, Amos; so
-you couldn’t have a better helper, whether I wear skirts or trousers,
-in holding up an auto-party.”
-
-“That’s true enough.”
-
-“As for the wickedness of it—well, most of the world is wicked in
-one way or another,” laughed the woman. “We must contrive to get our
-living, Amos, in some way; and this life of danger and adventure just
-suits me, to say nothing of the profits derived. Just think!—last month
-we cleaned up close to twenty thousand, providing those Gaylord jewels
-bring as much as we expect.”
-
-“Oh, there’s money enough in it, I’ll admit that,” nodded Badger.
-
-“And with Vic to help us, with the aid of the friend she has so
-completely under her thumb, we are sure to be informed of any move
-contemplated by Weston or by Nick Carter. So your fears are groundless,
-Amos, as I said in the beginning.”
-
-“It’s dead lucky, I’ll admit, that we have that anchor to the
-windward,” said Badger, with features now relaxing.
-
-“So it is, Amos, and with him to inform us of—— Hark! there goes the
-telephone-bell again. I’ll wager that Vic has something more to report.”
-
-Claudia Badger was right in the last.
-
-Madame Victoria now reported the second visit of Nick Carter, and all
-that had passed between them; also explained Nick’s simple object in
-first calling upon her in disguise, and stated that he came last only
-to ask about the woman in the photograph.
-
-“I have him well muddled, Amos,” was Madame Victoria’s last declaration
-over the wire. “There is nothing to be feared from him at present.”
-
-Badger’s dark countenance lighted while he listened, and he hastened to
-report the communication to his wife and Conley.
-
-“There! what did I tell you?” cried Claudia triumphantly. “I knew that
-Vic would prove more than a match even for Nick Carter. Now, there is
-just one thing to be done in order to avert suspicion from us.”
-
-“What is that?”
-
-“These road robberies must continue to occur,” declared the woman. “If
-they suddenly end at this time, after Carter’s visit here, he very
-possibly may infer that we are alarmed, providing he has any suspicion
-at all concerning us. Another robbery committed this very night would
-clinch matters in our favor.”
-
-“That’s right, too,” said Conley, quickly seeing the point.
-
-It was done, moreover, and one of the boldest yet committed, and
-the reports of it filled the morning papers, along with no end of
-editorials decrying the inferior work of the police in being unable to
-prevent such depredations.
-
-But the end was not yet, for that very day Chief Weston removed his own
-men from the case, and placed it entirely in charge of Nick Carter.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER IX.
-
- BODY AND LIMBS.
-
-
-“Chick, I’m hit with an idea!”
-
-This exclamation came from Nick Carter about ten o’clock one morning,
-two days after the highway robbery last reported, and the talk that
-followed showed with what remarkable insight this great detective
-arrived at the subtle deductions which contributed largely to his
-success.
-
-Chick and Patsy had arrived in Boston two days before, and both were
-now present with Nick in his room at the Adams House.
-
-Both had been fully informed of the facts thus far learned by him,
-moreover, as well as of his interview with the Badgers, and his visits
-to Madame Victoria.
-
-When he uttered the above exclamation Nick was seated at one of the
-windows of his room.
-
-In one hand he held the photograph that figured so curiously in the
-case, and which would have convinced any ordinary detective that Madame
-Victoria and Mrs. Amos Badger had been robbed precisely as alleged, for
-the camera, at least, would not have lied.
-
-Yet this bit of convincing evidence was so out of the ordinary, as
-well as the circumstances under which it had been obtained, that Nick
-from the very first had been inclined to distrust the picture.
-
-In his other hand he now held a large magnifying-glass, through which
-he was carefully studying the photograph, holding it in the full glare
-of the morning sunlight.
-
-“What’s that, Nick?” inquired Chick, starting up from his chair and
-dropping a morning paper reporting the last robbery. “Hit with an idea,
-did you say?”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“What is it, Mr. Carter?” asked Patsy, at once displaying a lively
-interest. “Have you discovered something lame in that picture?”
-
-Nick laughed.
-
-“That about hits the nail on the head, Patsy,” said he, with a glance
-in the lad’s direction. “I think I begin to see a ray of light in the
-darkness.”
-
-“What have you discovered?” asked Chick.
-
-And both he and Patsy came to lean over the back of Nick’s chair.
-
-Nick held the large glass and the photograph so that all three could
-plainly view the magnified picture.
-
-“I’ll explain what I find, and I wonder that I have not noticed it
-before,” said he quite earnestly. “It relates to this tall woman who
-appears in the picture.”
-
-“Gee! but she is a tall one,” remarked Patsy, with a laugh. “She’s tall
-enough to fit in a dime museum.”
-
-“That’s right, Patsy,” assented Nick, smiling.
-
-“What’s peculiar about it, Nick?”
-
-“As you probably know, Chick, there is a general uniformity in the
-proportions of the human body—a regular length of arms and limbs when
-compared with the trunk. In all normal subjects the proportions are
-nearly the same.”
-
-“Sure,” nodded Chick. “A man’s reach, from the tips of his extended
-arms and fingers, is usually the same as his height.”
-
-“Correct.”
-
-“But what has that to do with the picture, Mr. Carter?” asked Patsy.
-
-“It has to do with this woman,” Nick rejoined, drawing out his pencil
-to be used for a pointer. “I want you to notice her extended arm and
-hand, the one in which she held the leveled revolver.”
-
-“That’s plain enough, sir.”
-
-“It’s good fortune that it is, Patsy,” nodded Nick. “It also is plain,
-now that I study it closely, that the arm is a little out of proportion
-with her exceeding height.”
-
-“By Jove! it does appear so!” exclaimed Chick, bending nearer to view
-the pictured figure.
-
-“Notice the distance from her shoulder to her hand, then the distance
-from her shoulder to her hip, which is plainly outlined by this curve
-of her long auto coat. Her hip is here, Chick, where I have the point
-of my pencil.”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“Notice, now, that her extended hand, if it were to be dropped to her
-side, would reach only to this point, measuring the same distance, a
-point only a trifle below her hip.”
-
-“That’s clear,” cried Chick. “Yet the camera may——”
-
-“The camera never lies,” interposed Nick.
-
-“Then the woman must be out of proportion,” declared Chick.
-
-“Not necessarily.”
-
-“But her arm should be longer than it appears there,” Chick insisted.
-“I’m well-proportioned, I’ll swear to that, and my hand, when lowered,
-reaches half-way down my thigh.”
-
-“Which is about right, Chick.”
-
-“Yet you say the woman is not out of proportion——”
-
-“I said not necessarily,” interposed Nick. “If she was as tall as she
-appears in the picture, however, I’ll admit that her arm would be too
-short for her body.”
-
-“Oho, I see!” exclaimed Patsy, starting up. “You think, Mr. Carter,
-that she is not as tall as the picture indicates.”
-
-“That’s exactly it, Patsy,” nodded Nick.
-
-“How do you make it out?” asked Chick.
-
-“Notice this fold of her skirt, where the skirt shows below the edge of
-her auto coat?”
-
-“Well, what of it?”
-
-“Plainly enough, Chick, the fold does not hang quite naturally,” Nick
-went on to explain, still pointing with his pencil. “It appears drawn
-a little to one side and back of her, with the edge of the skirt
-carefully arranged to touch the ground, precisely as if to conceal
-something beneath it.”
-
-“Something on which she was standing!” exclaimed Chick, quickly seeing
-the point.
-
-“That’s just it,” declared Nick impressively. “No skirt ever hung quite
-like that, if it hung naturally.”
-
-“Surely not.”
-
-“Notice also the distance from her hip to the edge of the skirt, where
-her feet should be,” added Nick. “Her limbs would be as much above the
-regular proportions as her arm is below them.”
-
-“I see what you mean.”
-
-“In a nutshell, Chick, such an anomaly could not be,” continued Nick
-decisively. “A person with abnormally long legs and disproportionately
-short arms is out of the question.”
-
-“And in your opinion——”
-
-“In my opinion, Chick, the woman was standing on something, possibly a
-rock, with her skirts lengthened to conceal it. Obviously the whole was
-done to give her the appearance of being very tall.”
-
-“And with what object?”
-
-“With a design to thus blind the police to the real looks of the woman
-operating with this gang of crooks.”
-
-“You think they aimed to send the police searching after some very tall
-woman?”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“I’ll wager you are right.”
-
-“Furthermore,” added Nick, “these discoveries conclusively prove that
-the picture was deliberately taken, with the several persons calmly
-posing to make it effective, and that the two women said to have been
-held up and robbed were not robbed at all.”
-
-“And the design of the photograph?”
-
-“It was taken purposely to be offered as evidence to corroborate the
-story told to the police.”
-
-“With a view to averting suspicion and throwing them off the right
-track,” added Chick.
-
-“Precisely.”
-
-“By thunder, that was a crafty scheme!” declared Patsy, rather pleased
-with the originality of it.
-
-“Yes, it was crafty enough,” assented Nick. “But the rascals overleaped
-their mount, Patsy, in not anticipating the deductions I have
-mentioned. All this sheds a new and very bright light upon the case,”
-the speaker added, as he tossed the photograph upon the table.
-
-“I should say so,” nodded Chick, resuming his chair and lighting a
-cigar. “It indicates that those two women, who claim to have been
-robbed, may be in league with this gang of thieves.”
-
-“Even more than that, Chick.”
-
-“What more, Nick?”
-
-“It suggests that Badger himself may be one of the gang, if not the
-chief figure in it, and that their headquarters may be at that isolated
-suburban place of his.”
-
-“By Jove, that may be so!”
-
-“Let’s look a little deeper, Chick, and see how far some of the
-other facts sustain this theory. I was held up when on my way out
-there Tuesday morning,” continued Nick. “That may have been merely a
-coincidence, the scamps possibly having been laying in wait for some
-victim, though there still remains a chance of something even more than
-that under the surface.”
-
-“Decidedly so,” replied Chick. “Such things don’t often happen by
-chance.”
-
-“We’ll investigate that a little later.”
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“After the hold-up, Chick, I hastened to Badger’s house, arriving there
-within ten minutes after the robbery,” Nick went on.
-
-“Then it must have occurred pretty near his place.”
-
-“Within half a mile.”
-
-“That, too, is significant.”
-
-“In a measure,” assented Nick. “I found his chauffeur cleaning a
-Stanley machine in the driveway, where I could not help observing him.
-Ordinarily such a job would be done in the stable or garage, and I am
-now inclined to think that it was done outside only intentionally to
-make me believe, in case of any distrust, that Badger uses a Stanley
-machine, and not such a car as that in which I saw the thieves escape.”
-
-“Do you know how many machines he owns?”
-
-“I do not, Chick. In fact, I know very little about him or his place.”
-
-“We’ll make it a point to learn.”
-
-“I did not fancy the looks nor air of his chauffeur,” continued Nick.
-“He appeared to avoid my questions, and I now suspect that may have
-been done to give Badger time to get out of his rig as a highwayman and
-into the house suit and red flannel bandages in which he received me.”
-
-“You think that whole business was designed only to blind you, in case
-you had any suspicions?”
-
-“That certainly would have been the design, Chick, providing that we
-are justified in suspecting him at all.”
-
-“There are too many of these significant little circumstances, Nick,
-for us to doubt that we are hitting somewhere near the mark,” Chick
-shrewdly reasoned.
-
-“That’s the way I now regard them,” said Nick. “After my talk with
-Badger, in which I stated I should call upon Madame Victoria, he may
-have telephoned the fact to the fortune-teller. I noticed that he had a
-telephone in the hall.”
-
-“That would explain her knowledge of you, Nick,” said Chick. “But bear
-in mind that you were in disguise when you first called upon her.”
-
-“I remember that, Chick.”
-
-“How can she have known you?”
-
-“Badger may have been alarmed by my visit,” argued Nick, “and he
-possibly suspected that I might adopt some disguise. Very likely he
-mentioned some distinctive feature about my person, one which I would
-not ordinarily remove, by which Madame Victoria may have identified me.”
-
-“That may have been the case,” admitted Chick.
-
-“The knowledge she displayed certainly points to some such move on
-Badger’s part, and adds to our grounds for suspicion,” continued
-Nick. “She had me well marked in some way, there is no denying that.
-Furthermore, the fact that she warned me to drop the perilous business
-I was about to undertake, predicting that I should meet only with
-failure, points plainly to a possibility that they were taking that
-method to influence me to drop the case.”
-
-“Gee whiz!” exclaimed Patsy. “That now looks dead open and shut, Mr.
-Carter.”
-
-“It certainly is significant.”
-
-“I’ll bet you landed right in the midst of this gang of road thieves.
-In that case, Nick, the rest of our work should be easy,” Chick quickly
-remarked. “It should be child’s play for us to round them up.”
-
-Nick thoughtfully shook his head.
-
-“I’m not so sure of that, Chick,” said he. “We as yet have no tangible
-evidence against them, and nothing less will serve us in a court of
-law,” replied Nick.
-
-“That’s true.”
-
-“Our theory is built chiefly upon trivial circumstances, all of
-which are significant enough, I’ll admit, and sufficiently numerous
-to warrant considerable suspicion. But we must secure more positive
-evidence before we can take any decisive action against these suspects.”
-
-“I guess that is right, Nick.”
-
-“We ought to get the evidence easily enough, if we really have located
-the crooks,” declared Patsy.
-
-Nick Carter laughed again, with a glance at the eager eyes of the
-youthful detective.
-
-“That one word, really, is quite important, Patsy,” said he. “It is
-barely possible that we are mistaken, at least in part, if not entirely
-so. Circumstantial evidence is never wholly trustworthy.”
-
-“I’ll bet you are right, sir, for all that,” insisted Patsy, with
-abiding faith in Nick’s shrewdness.
-
-“I shall first make sure that I am,” said Nick, “by taking some step to
-confirm my theory. As for securing the evidence with which to convict
-these rascals, Patsy, that may not be done as easily as you think. If
-they become wary, fearing that we suspect them, they not only may drop
-the business entirely for a time, but may also cover their past tracks
-so cleverly as to conceal the evidence that we require.”
-
-“I hadn’t thought of that, sir.”
-
-“It’s too true for a joke, Nick, and we cannot be too careful and
-crafty at the outset,” Chick gravely put in, now taking the measure of
-the case quite as clearly as Nick himself. “What do you intend doing?”
-
-“Personally, Chick, I am going down to State Street this morning,
-and see what I can learn about Badger. Then I am going up to police
-headquarters and return these documents to Chief Weston. He loaned
-them to me that I might learn what lines of investigation his men have
-followed.”
-
-“Do they appear to have accomplished anything?”
-
-“Nothing more than to note in detail the facts of the various
-robberies,” smiled Nick. “Not one of them has hit upon a rational clue.”
-
-“Is there anything you want us to do while you are thus engaged?”
-
-“Yes. I want you and Patsy to go out to Brookline and see what you can
-discover at Badger’s place,” replied Nick. “I don’t want you to be seen
-about there, however.”
-
-“H’m! Let us alone to be discreet.”
-
-“His estate is backed by quite an extensive woodland, through which you
-can easily approach after locating the place.”
-
-“That will be an advantage.”
-
-“Take what time you require,” added Nick, “and learn how many men
-are employed in and about the house and stable. Also learn how many
-automobiles and horses he keeps. Several of these hold-ups have been
-committed by horsemen, and I wish to learn what Badger owns in both
-lines.”
-
-“Automobiles and horses?”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“We’ll ferret out the whole business, Mr. Carter, trust us for that,”
-cried Patsy, impatient to be at work.
-
-“Meantime,” said Nick, rising, “I’ll employ myself as stated. It is
-now half-past ten. You may require three or four hours to learn what I
-would like to know, so we will plan to meet here again about an hour or
-two before dinner, say at four o’clock.”
-
-“That will give us ample time,” declared Chick. “We’ll be here at four
-sharp.”
-
-“You’ll find me here,” said Nick, with no thought that anything would
-occur to prevent him.
-
-The three left the house together, parting at the Washington Street
-door, both Chick and Patsy heading for the subway to take a Brookline
-trolley car. Neither so much as dreamed, however, that many an anxious
-hour would pass before they again saw Nick’s familiar face or heard his
-genial voice.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER X.
-
- THE ANCHOR TO WINDWARD.
-
-
-As he had stated to his assistants before leaving the Adams House that
-morning, Nick Carter hastened down to State Street to see what he could
-learn about Amos Badger.
-
-With his wide acquaintance and friendly relations with the bankers and
-brokers, both in New York and Boston, it was an easy matter for Nick to
-ascertain, without disclosing his motives, the facts which he aimed to
-discover.
-
-He learned from perfectly reliable sources that Badger, who had no
-partner in business, was heavily long of stocks in the market, a
-market that had been steadily declining for months; also, that his
-loan-account on this class of collateral had been repeatedly subjected
-to calls for additional margins, which were known to have been met only
-with considerable difficulty and delay.
-
-In a nutshell, Nick easily discovered that Badger had for months been
-in financial hot water, yet had succeeded in tiding himself along up to
-date.
-
-Nick now thought he could guess by what desperate means this man was
-raising the funds required to meet his increasing obligations from day
-to day.
-
-Incidentally, however, Nick learned other facts for which he was not
-specially seeking, yet which further confirmed the theory he had so
-shrewdly formed.
-
-These facts related to Badger’s wife and her sister, the Tremont Street
-fortune-teller, and were imparted to Nick a bit maliciously by a broker
-who had suffered in one way or another through Madame Victoria, and who
-was informed of the history of the two women.
-
-Briefly stated, as it was given to Nick, both were born in England,
-the daughters of a second-rate actor and manager of various itinerant
-amusement enterprises, in none of which he had achieved any great
-success.
-
-The two girls had some little talent in one way or another, however,
-and both had spent their earlier years in the show business, filling
-such positions as the various enterprises of their father, since dead,
-required.
-
-Now as an alleged gipsy fortune-teller, now as a palmist, at other
-times an astrologer, or some like attraction under a different name,
-but always as a sideshow to some other amusement, the younger of the
-two had acquired that experience which, after the marriage of her
-sister and her coming to America, had enabled her to establish in
-Boston the business now conducted under the name of Madame Victoria.
-
-The elder of the two, now Badger’s wife, had sung on the stage,
-done turns in the concert-halls, and in earlier years had been an
-accomplished equestrienne in the circus-ring, from the first of which
-Badger had married her in Manchester, about five years before.
-
-That both women were little more than adventuresses of a rather
-disreputable type, Nick’s informant positively assured him, and this
-further confirmed his theory and convinced him that he was on the right
-track.
-
-It was early afternoon when he arrived at police headquarters, in
-Pemberton Square, and entered the general office previously described.
-
-It so happened that Chief Weston was in this office at the time, though
-all of the detectives not then assigned to outside work were either out
-at lunch or in the officers’ lounging-room.
-
-It so happened, also, since Satan sometimes serves his own, that the
-only other occupant of the general office was the clerk whom Nick had
-encountered there several days before—Mr. Sandy Hyde.
-
-The brick-hued head of the latter was raised from over his books upon
-hearing the detective’s name mentioned in greeting, and his catlike
-eyes lighted with quickened interest.
-
-“Ah, good morning, Nick!” was Chief Weston’s greeting. “Anything doing?”
-
-“I wish to return these reports, chief, which I took from you a few
-days ago,” replied Nick, producing them from his pocket.
-
-“No further use for them?”
-
-“Not at present.”
-
-“Very well.”
-
-“I will retain this photograph, however, which I may use to advantage a
-little later.”
-
-“You’ve not hit upon a clue from that, have you?”
-
-“Well, I’m not prepared to say,” demurred Nick, a bit evasively.
-
-“Come inside,” Chief Weston abruptly said, quick to notice Nick’s
-hesitation. “We shall not be interrupted in my office. Bear that in
-mind, Sandy.”
-
-“All right, chief.”
-
-“This way, Nick.”
-
-Nick entered the enclosure, and passed through the passage leading to
-the chief’s, private office.
-
-He did not so much as glance at the clerk, however, whose head had
-again dropped over his books.
-
-Snap!
-
-The catch-lock announced that the door of the private office had
-securely closed.
-
-Now Mr. Sandy Hyde dropped his pen, and came down from his stool.
-
-For a moment he peered sharply through the brass lattice along the top
-of the desks, toward the two open doors leading into the adjoining
-corridors.
-
-Next he darted out of the enclosure, and quickly closed both of these
-doors.
-
-No cat’s eyes aglow from a dark corner ever burned more greenishly
-bright and intense than those of this watchful miscreant at that moment.
-
-It was for him a moment of peril, and well he knew it; yet, in the
-event of an intruder into the outer office, he relied upon hearing one
-of the closed doors opened in time to evade detection.
-
-With both closed, he next hurried back into the enclosure, from outside
-of which the interior of the narrow passage could only partly be seen.
-
-Into this passage Hyde quickly entered, with the stealthy quietude of
-a shadow, and stood listening at the chief’s door, his ear touching
-the panel, his eyes still bright with a satanic glow evincing his evil
-impulse.
-
-His several precautions had required but a very few seconds, moreover,
-and he lost hardly a word of Nick Carter’s brief interview with Chief
-Weston, who was about repeating his question just as the eavesdropper
-arrived at the door.
-
-“You’ve not struck a clue from that photograph, Nick, have you?”
-
-Nick was never much inclined to reveal his discoveries before they
-culminated in some decisive move, and he again evaded the question by
-saying:
-
-“Well, I’m not quite sure about that, Weston.”
-
-“What do you suspect?”
-
-“Nothing at all definite as yet,” laughed Nick indifferently. “I wish
-to retain the photograph a while longer, however, if you have no
-objection.”
-
-“None whatever, Nick, yet you pique my curiosity.”
-
-“I will explain later.”
-
-“Very well.”
-
-“I presume that Madame Victoria could easily show me the exact spot
-where this hold-up occurred,” remarked Nick, who had remained standing
-beside the chiefs desk.
-
-“I imagine so, Nick.”
-
-“I’m going to have her take me out there.”
-
-“For what purpose?”
-
-“I want to see what sort of a place these crooks usually select for
-their rascally work.”
-
-“I should say that you already had seen that,” laughed Weston, who had
-been informed of Nick’s encounter with them.
-
-Nick shrugged his broad shoulders, smiling meaningly, and said:
-
-“I wish to see how the two localities correspond. As for my lost
-property, Weston, I’ll make an even bet that I recover it sooner or
-later.”
-
-The last was said a bit resentfully, and with a significance that
-brought a quick change over Weston’s face.
-
-“You’ve got wise to something, Nick!” he abruptly exclaimed.
-
-Nick laughed again.
-
-“What is it?”
-
-“I’d rather inform you a little later, Weston.”
-
-“Just as you like, of course, but I’m really curious to know what you
-have learned.”
-
-“I’m not quite sure of it yet, chief, and I’d prefer making sure before
-I indulge in any revelations,” said Nick, with a shake of his head.
-“It’s not my way, you know, to make disclosures which later may prove
-to be groundless.”
-
-“I’m well aware of that, Nick.”
-
-“If it will afford you any satisfaction, however, I will make one
-definite statement.”
-
-“What is that?”
-
-“Merely this, Weston,” Nick forcibly declared. “I will land these
-crooks for you, every man and woman of them, or I’ll throw up my
-commission.”
-
-The ear at the panel was strained at that moment, and the glow in the
-eyes of the listener became a threatening flame.
-
-“Well, well, that ought to be good enough for anybody,” cried Weston,
-with much satisfaction. “I felt sure that you had run upon something
-worth knowing.”
-
-Nick nodded significantly, yet replied quite indifferently:
-
-“I think that I have, Weston, and, when I am dead sure of it, I will
-tell you of what it consists.”
-
-“All right, Nick,” was the reply, with a genial laugh. “I said in the
-beginning that you should not be interfered with in this case, and that
-goes at any stage of it. Run it in your own way, Nick, and you’ll suit
-me.”
-
-“I’m only a bit curious to go out to the scene of this robbery,” Nick
-now added, with a glance at the photograph which he was replacing in
-his pocket. “If I can catch Madame Victoria at her rooms after I have
-lunched, I think I can get her to ride out there with me.”
-
-“No doubt of it, Nick. She’ll be glad enough to do anything that gives
-promise of the recovery of her property.”
-
-Nick smiled a bit oddly, and prepared to depart.
-
-“I shall drop in to see her about two o’clock,” said Nick. “I reckon I
-can bring her to my way of thinking.”
-
-“When shall I see you again?” asked Weston, rising.
-
-“Within a day or two.”
-
-“I wish you luck meantime.”
-
-Nick laughed and shook his head, saying with considerable dryness:
-
-“I depend less upon luck, Weston, than upon labor and head-work. If I
-can make nothing out of this case with my brains, I have no faith that
-luck will do it for me. As I said before, Weston, I’ll see you within a
-day or two.”
-
-The listening ear had left the panel of the door.
-
-The catlike tread had pattered quickly through the passage and out of
-the enclosure, and again the corridor doors stood open.
-
-There had been no intruder during the brief interview, and a look of
-evil exultation had risen in the eyes of Mr. Sandy Hyde.
-
-As Amos Badger had declared to his confederates one recent morning, it
-was, indeed, dead lucky that they had—this anchor to the windward.
-
-For it was this miscreant who had warned Badger of Nick Carter’s
-arrival in Boston, and of his acceptance of this case.
-
-It was this miscreant who had informed Badger of Nick’s intended visit
-the same morning, and who had made possible the hold-up which to Nick
-had appeared so like a coincidence.
-
-It was this miscreant, too, whose treachery now bid fair to cost Nick
-Carter his life, yet whom the latter, with all his keenness, was far
-from suspecting.
-
-For who looks for treachery in high places, or in those from whom only
-loyalty is most naturally expected?
-
-The catlike eyes had lost their greenish glow, and the brick-hued
-head was again bowed above the books, when Nick and Chief Weston came
-striding through the passage and out of the enclosure.
-
-Nick did not delay his departure any longer, and without a word to the
-clerk, Chief Weston returned to his private office.
-
-It was then one o’clock.
-
-Five minutes later the head clerk came in from lunch, and Sandy Hyde
-at once laid down his pen and began putting on his street coat.
-
-The next hour was his own—and he thought he knew how he could best use
-it.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XI.
-
- THE INCENTIVE TO TREACHERY.
-
-
-Ten minutes after leaving police headquarters Sandy Hyde might have
-been seen slinking across the Tremont Street mall of Boston Common.
-
-Yet only a close observer would have recognized the treacherous little
-rascal.
-
-He had his coat-collar turned well up about his ears, his soft felt hat
-drawn forward over his brow, and with his handkerchief held to his face
-his crafty countenance was for the most part concealed.
-
-Presently he glided across the street, then hurriedly bolted into
-the corridor of one of the buildings—that in which the rooms of the
-fortune-teller and long-time adventuress were located.
-
-Quickly mounting the stairs, Hyde unceremoniously entered her rooms.
-
-He found Vic Clayton, by which name he best knew her, seated alone in
-the reception-parlor, the maid employed there having just gone out to
-lunch.
-
-“Why, hello, Sandy!” she cried, starting up from her chair when he
-entered.
-
-When he eagerly advanced to clasp both her hands, moreover, she drew
-him into her arms and kissed him, as only lovers kiss.
-
-“Break away!” he quickly protested, however.
-
-“Well, well, what’s this?”
-
-“As much as I like it, Vic, there’s no time for that.”
-
-The woman’s eyes took on a startled look.
-
-“No time!” she echoed, sharply regarding him.
-
-“I should say not. There’s the devil to pay.”
-
-“What do you mean?”
-
-“Or worse than the devil—that’s Nick Carter!”
-
-“What of him?”
-
-“He’s coming here again.”
-
-“For what?”
-
-The last came with vicious asperity from the lips of the surprised
-woman.
-
-The color had left her cheeks. The light of sensuous affection, the
-bestowal of which had turned this man into a knave, a traitor to his
-trust at police headquarters, and made him her dupe and tool—this light
-of passion had suddenly died from her eyes, displaced by the vengeful
-fire with which she had last parted from the man he had just mentioned.
-
-Darting to the door, Vic hurriedly turned the key, then swept around,
-as quick and lithe as a panther in her movements, and grasped Hyde by
-the shoulder.
-
-“Not coming here now, not at once, is he?” she demanded, in rapid
-whispers.
-
-“Do you think I’m daffy, to be here, in that case?” growled Sandy.
-
-“Yet——”
-
-“No, no; there’s time enough, Vic,” he interrupted. “He’s not coming
-till two o’clock.”
-
-“For what?”
-
-“To ask you to go with him to the scene of the fake hold-up.”
-
-“That of the photograph?” gasped Vic, with hands pressed to her breast
-and her white face drawn with increasing apprehension.
-
-“That’s what he said.”
-
-“Has he detected something queer in that picture?”
-
-“I reckon he has, Vic.”
-
-“Do you know what he suspects?”
-
-“He didn’t say,” replied Hyde. “Weston asked him, but Carter only said
-that he’d keep the photograph for a time.”
-
-“Do you know for what?”
-
-“I don’t.”
-
-“Were there any names mentioned?”
-
-“Only yours.”
-
-“In the way you stated?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Anything more?”
-
-“One thing—and a mighty significant one!” growled Hyde, with a nod.
-
-“What was that?”
-
-“He added that he would land our gang, every man and woman of us, or
-throw up his job.”
-
-“He said that, did he?”
-
-“That’s what.”
-
-“The infernal meddler!”
-
-“He has struck some clue, that’s dead sure!” declared the spy. “It’s a
-condition that means we must get him, Vic, or he’ll get us.”
-
-“Oh, we’ll get him, all right!” Vic Clayton now cried, with a venomous
-sneer. “If he’s coming for that, for what you say, you let me alone to
-get him!”
-
-Though her flood of questions had been asked with passionate
-impatience, she now appeared more calm, yet not less viciously
-determined.
-
-With a seductive smile, she now said warmly:
-
-“You’re all right, Sandy. I’ll not forget this little service, and you
-shall have your reward when——”
-
-“I’ll get mine, all right, Vic, if the chief ever gets wise to the game
-I’m playing,” interrupted Hyde, with a mingled laugh and grimace.
-
-“He will never learn of it.”
-
-“If he does, Vic, I can see myself put through the third degree in a
-way that will leave mighty little of me.”
-
-“Bosh!”
-
-“I’m taking mighty long chances in doing this for you, and for——”
-
-“Are you getting no reward for doing it, Sandy?”
-
-The woman’s arm had stolen around his neck, while her breath fell warm
-on his cheek with the interruption. She drew him closer till her lips
-met his, then hurriedly released him, saying quickly:
-
-“Go, now, Sandy, and leave the rest to me.”
-
-“You can handle the matter?” he lingered to inquire anxiously.
-
-“You bet I can handle it!”
-
-“What will you do?”
-
-“You leave that to me, I say.”
-
-“You have no time to waste, Vic.”
-
-“Is time not wasted in talk of this kind?” Vic impatiently rejoined.
-“Go at once, I repeat, and leave the rest to me.”
-
-Hyde started for the door, only to have the woman again dart across his
-path and clasp him by the arm.
-
-“Stop a moment!” she cried, under her breath.
-
-“Well?”
-
-The query came with a startled gasp, as Hyde, naturally a nervous and
-cowardly cur, instinctively shrank from the expression now risen over
-Vic Clayton’s face.
-
-For there was murder in her dilated eyes, in her deathly white
-features, in the vicious firmness of her drawn, gray lips.
-
-“There is something more!” she hissed, with suppressed ferocity. “Have
-you been constantly watchful at headquarters?”
-
-“Have I? That’s a fat question for you to ask me,” said Hyde. “You
-should know that I have.”
-
-“So I do—so I do, Sandy, dear!” Vic hurriedly exclaimed, in assuasive
-tones. “But there is one thing more. Is Nick Carter alone in this case?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Are you sure of it—dead sure of it?” demanded Vic, with a voice and
-aspect that plainly betrayed the murderous design that inspired this
-precautionary question.
-
-“Certainly I’m sure of it.”
-
-“It will do us no good to down him, mind you, if others at work with
-him are to rise up out of his ashes and confound us with the same
-evidence that he may possess.”
-
-“There are no others,” protested Hyde confidently. “If there were, Vic,
-I’d have told you.”
-
-“Providing you knew it.”
-
-“Oh, I’d have known it, all right,” declared Sandy. “I’m never out of
-the office except to eat and sleep, and I’d have been wise to it by
-this time if Carter had brought on any of his assistants from New York.”
-
-“You have heard none mentioned?”
-
-“Not one.”
-
-“This shows me the way, then—the one and only way,” muttered the woman,
-staring for a moment at the floor. “If it must be him or us—it shall
-not be us!”
-
-“Carter has been at the chief’s office only twice, both times alone,”
-added Hyde assuringly. “You may safely gamble on it, Vic, that he’s
-still alone on the case.”
-
-Again, with her vengeful countenance lighting for a moment, she slipped
-her arm about the spy’s neck and kissed him.
-
-“Go, now, Sandy, and leave the rest to me,” she repeated. “But come out
-to Badger’s place after dark to-night.”
-
-“To-night, Vic?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Shall I find you there?” queried Hyde, with wistful gaze.
-
-“Yes, you’ll find me there—and another with me!”
-
-“Not Nick Carter?”
-
-The woman’s brows knit again and her eyes gleamed venomously.
-
-“Nick Carter—yes!” she rejoined, with suppressed ferocity. “Nick
-Carter—or what there is left of him!”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XII.
-
- THE ROAD TO CANTON.
-
-
-It was precisely two o’clock when Nick Carter arrived at Vic Clayton’s
-rooms in Tremont Street.
-
-Naturally, Nick did not so much as dream that she had been informed of
-his designs against her. That treachery existed at police headquarters
-was farthest from his thoughts.
-
-In asking Vic Clayton to take him to the place where she and Claudia
-Badger claimed to have been robbed, Nick had several motives.
-
-To begin with, he wished to see if she would willingly consent to do so.
-
-Nick reasoned that, in case she readily consented, it would indicate
-a bare possibility that he in some way had misinterpreted the curious
-features that he had detected in the photograph, and that the picture
-might not be as incriminating in its significance as he had inferred.
-
-While even this remote doubt existed, Nick felt that he could not
-wisely make any very aggressive move in the case, and he took this
-method to remove the doubt.
-
-As a matter of fact, he hardly believed that Vic would consent to
-comply with this request, but would evade it with some plausible excuse.
-
-Providing that she complied and went with him, however, Nick believed
-that he could so corner her with questions, while alone with her in
-a carriage, that he could finally force from her a confession of the
-whole business.
-
-In any event, moreover, he felt sure that he could so artfully take
-these steps that he would in no way sacrifice any of his present
-advantages.
-
-He found Vic Clayton alone in the handsomely furnished waiting-room,
-engaged in writing at an open desk in one corner.
-
-She had rearranged her hair and rouged her cheeks since Sandy Hyde’s
-departure, and she looked, as a matter of fact as well as of design,
-remarkably handsome and attractive.
-
-“Dear me!” she exclaimed, quickly dropping her pen upon seeing Nick
-enter. “Is it you, Detective Carter?”
-
-“None other,” bowed Nick, smiling.
-
-“I’m delighted!” cried Vic, rising to offer her hand. “I do
-hope you bring some encouraging news, or possibly my lost gems
-themselves—despite that I predicted only failure for you.”
-
-The last was added with a fascinating laugh, in which Nick was willing
-enough to join, though he found nothing inviting in her seductive eyes
-and alluring airs.
-
-“Well, hardly anything as favorable as that, Madame Victoria,” he began.
-
-“No, no, pardon me!” she interrupted, playfully tapping him on the arm.
-“You surely do not call again to consult me professionally?”
-
-“No, I do not.”
-
-“Then drop the Madame Victoria, my dear Mr. Carter, which is much too
-strained for friendly intercourse,” she softly cried, with an arch
-glance at him. “Let me be to you plain Miss Clayton—or even plain
-Victoria, so be it that suits you even better.”
-
-Nick experienced a vague feeling of distrust stealing through him
-as he looked and listened, but in his ignorance of what herein has
-been disclosed, he could find no definite grounds for the feeling.
-Yet, instinctively, as one sometimes dreads dangers still remote and
-visionary, he did not fancy this woman’s bantering remarks nor her
-playful attempts to captivate him.
-
-Nick laughed again, nevertheless, and agreeably rejoined:
-
-“As I told you the other day, Miss Clayton, it matters little to me
-what I call you, providing you consent to comply with my wishes.”
-
-“Your wishes?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Dear me! I really think I should enjoy making them my own, Detective
-Carter,” murmured Vic, with a pretty cant of her head and a shrug of
-her shoulders.
-
-“I trust so.”
-
-“Have a chair.”
-
-“Thanks.”
-
-“Now what do you want of me this time, Detective Carter?”
-
-She had taken a seat near-by, still smiling archly at him, and Nick
-more gravely answered:
-
-“I want you to do me a little service.”
-
-“You have only to name it.”
-
-“I find you willing,” smiled Nick, a bit puzzled.
-
-“The pleasure is all mine,” laughed Vic. “Yet I’m really curious to
-know what you want of me.”
-
-“I’ll tell you. On what road was it, Miss Clayton, that you and Mrs.
-Badger were held up by these rascally highwaymen?”
-
-“The road to Canton.”
-
-“Are you familiar with it?”
-
-“I’m familiar with that part of it,” cried Vic, with a very significant
-smile and grimace. “Dear me! I shall never forget it!”
-
-“Quite vividly impressed upon your memory, eh?”
-
-“Decidedly so, Detective Carter?”
-
-“I suppose you could locate the precise spot, if there was any
-occasion?”
-
-“Indeed, I could. I know exactly where it is.”
-
-“Ah, that is very fortunate,” said Nick agreeably. “I wish to go out
-there and view the spot.”
-
-“For what?”
-
-“I think I may discover some clue or sign, Miss Clayton, either in
-the general appearance of the immediate scene or the surrounding
-country, which might put me on the track of the thieves,” Nick artfully
-rejoined, now feeling that even this lame explanation could be made to
-serve his purpose. “Of course,” he smilingly added, “we detectives see
-much more in such cases than the untrained eyes of a layman.”
-
-“Naturally.”
-
-“You see the point, do you not?”
-
-“Oh, yes,” nodded Vic, with a demure stare at him.
-
-“What do you think of it?”
-
-“I’ll admit there might be something in it.”
-
-“I thought you would,” Nick heartily replied. “Now the question is, to
-get back to the service I require of you. Will you go out there with me
-and show me the spot?”
-
-Vic burst out laughing, as if much amused.
-
-“Is that all you want of me?” she cried.
-
-“That is all just now,” said Nick, a bit dryly.
-
-“Why, of course, Detective Carter, I’ll go with you,” exclaimed Vic, as
-if a refusal was the last thing to have been expected, or any occasion
-for one. “How shall we go? It’s much too far to walk.”
-
-“Oh, I should not think of asking you to walk,” laughed Nick, somehow
-feeling again that he was on deucedly thin ice, for which he could not
-account.
-
-“I hope not, my dear Mr. Carter.”
-
-“I will provide a carriage.”
-
-“What time do you wish to go?”
-
-“The sooner the better, Miss Clayton. At once will suit me best of all.”
-
-Now Vic bridled a little, never other than crafty, and her smiling face
-took on a look of regret.
-
-“Dear me! That makes it a little bad,” she said, as if weighing the
-situation. “I already had planned to go to——Stay! here is a note to
-verify my making any excuse, Detective Carter, after offering so
-volubly to serve you.”
-
-She reached over to the desk while speaking, taking from it the note
-she had been writing, which she now handed to Nick to be read.
-
-It was merely a note to her maid, informing her that she would be
-absent for a few hours, and that the girl might close the rooms and
-take an outing until the morrow.
-
-“I had already planned to go riding, and was about to leave that note
-for Delia, my maid,” she explained, while Nick glanced at the craftily
-prepared missive.
-
-“Well, that does interfere, Miss Clayton, as you say,” he replied,
-eying her a bit sharply, yet failing to detect any sign of duplicity,
-so artful was the jade. “If you cannot go with me to-day, however,
-possibly to-morrow you——”
-
-“Stop a moment!” exclaimed Vic, as if struck with a second thought. “I
-was going only with Amos and his wife, merely for a run of an hour or
-two, and——Hark! that should be they!”
-
-The toot of an automobile-horn had sounded from the street below, and
-Vic sprang up while speaking, and ran to look from the window.
-
-“Yes, they are at the curb,” she added, with manifest satisfaction.
-“Amos is coming up here. Now, if he has no definite plans, Mr. Carter,
-I see no reason why we cannot prevail upon you to——”
-
-She was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Amos Badger.
-
-He bolted into the room like a man in a hurry, his face flushed, his
-eyes bright, his voice resonant when impulsively inquiring:
-
-“All ready, Vic?”
-
-Then he checked himself and exclaimed quickly, as if unexpectedly
-beholding Nick in the room:
-
-“Why, hello, Carter! You here? Glad to see you again.”
-
-“The pleasure is mutual, Mr. Badger,” replied Nick, rising to accept
-the other’s proffered hand.
-
-“Thanks,” nodded Badger. “Have you got a line on those infernal crooks
-yet?”
-
-“No, not as yet.”
-
-“Sorry to hear it.”
-
-“But I’m hoping to do so.”
-
-“I join you in the hope, Carter,” declared Badger; then he laughingly
-added: “You’ll observe that I’m out of those red flannel bandages.”
-
-“Yes, so I see.”
-
-“A nasty thing, a cold in the early summer.”
-
-“So it is,” assented Nick. “I congratulate you upon being rid of it.”
-
-He had eyed the man intently while they were speaking, and he saw what
-he had not seen, heard what he had not heard, when they met at his
-place in Brookline; for Badger now knew that he was suspected; knew
-what desperate work must be done that afternoon, and he had dropped
-those little artifices with which he had aimed to blind Nick during
-their previous meeting.
-
-In his clear and cutting voice, in every subtle, sinister inflection,
-in the glowing glint of his dark eyes, in the poise of his supple,
-muscular figure—in one and all of these Nick now saw or heard again the
-man of the hold-up—as plainly as when he saw the knave standing with
-leveled weapons in that sunlit suburban road.
-
-Yet the face of the detective did not change by so much as a shadow,
-and Vic Clayton now interposed, with a fine display of solicitude:
-
-“We can do Mr. Carter a service, Amos, if you have no plans for the
-afternoon.”
-
-“How?” demanded Badger, turning quickly to her.
-
-“He wishes to visit the place where Claudia and I were held up and
-robbed, and he came here to ask me to go with him. Now, if you have no
-particular trip you wish to make to-day——”
-
-“None whatever!” cried Badger, quickly interrupting. “We are out for an
-airing only, and I’d as soon go that way as any. The road to Canton—can
-you locate the precise place, Vic?”
-
-“Surely.”
-
-“Then we’ll take him out there at once, if he wishes,” said Badger,
-quickly reverting to Nick. “What do you say, Carter? There’s a seat in
-my auto, if you care to go.”
-
-Nick had foreseen what was coming, and had decided what course to take.
-
-“Yes, I’ll go,” he said briefly.
-
-“Good enough!” cried Badger. “Get into your wraps, Vic, and we’ll start
-at once.”
-
-Nick had seen, in fact, no wise alternative to accepting the offer. To
-have declined it, after the request he had made Vic Clayton, might have
-aroused suspicions which he had no reason to believe already existed.
-He would take no chance of that before positive evidence against these
-knaves had been secured.
-
-That he had been betrayed from police headquarters, that his suspicions
-and designs were already partly known, that he was now up against a
-plot hurriedly arranged by telephone, that he was the victim of an
-admirably played game, that his life itself was in jeopardy from that
-moment—only a clairvoyant could have seen all this.
-
-Nick Carter was not a clairvoyant, however, nor had he any reasonable
-cause for suspecting the real gravity of his situation.
-
-Yet with caution that was habitual to him when in the company of
-persons known to be crooks, Nick became more wary from the moment he
-took his seat in Badger’s automobile.
-
-It was a Packard four-cylinder motor-car, and Badger was running the
-machine. With Nick beside him on the front seat, and his wife and Vic
-Clayton behind, the party of four were soon speeding through Brookline
-toward the woodland roads of the famous Blue Hills.
-
-Though the animated conversation that was sustained meantime is not
-material here, it soon led Nick to form, in conjunction with the
-polite attentions bestowed upon him, a new theory in explanation of the
-seemingly natural situation.
-
-“These crafty rascals are merely aiming to make a favorable impression
-upon me with their courtesies,” he said to himself, during a lull in
-the conversation.
-
-“They are doing so in the hope of averting suspicion, with a view to
-convincing me that they are as honest and fashionable as they appear.
-They look and seem all right. I’ll give them credit for that, and if I
-knew less about them, I’m blessed if they wouldn’t fool me with their
-pretensions.”
-
-This soliloquy ran through Nick’s mind more than an hour after they had
-started, but it was given the lie most violently less than five minutes
-later.
-
-The car was then speeding along a woodland road in the Blue Hills, and
-Badger was bent forward over his steering-wheel, apparently intent upon
-the road ahead.
-
-As far as the eye could reach, the road was deserted. One hundred yards
-ahead it divided, a branch road turning off to the left.
-
-The junction of the two was in the very midst of a belt of woods, with
-no sign of a house or clearing in sight.
-
-After one swift, backward glance over her shoulder, Vic Clayton
-suddenly leaned forward and cried, above the noise of the machine:
-
-“You must take that road to the east, Amos. The other leads to——”
-
-“No, no, you’re wrong about that,” Badger quickly called back over his
-shoulder.
-
-“No, I’m not!”
-
-“The west road leads to Canton.”
-
-“You’re mistaken, Amos,” insisted Vic, in apparent excitement, as the
-car rapidly approached the junction. “We must take the east road.
-Mustn’t we, Claudia?”
-
-Badger slowed down, as if in some uncertainty, then brought the car to
-a stop just at the junction.
-
-“Well, I am not really sure,” cried his wife, doubtfully looking
-about—yet only to make sure that no other car was in sight in any
-direction. “It’s all right, Amos——”
-
-Badger was already upon his feet, interrupting her.
-
-“Nonsense!” he exclaimed, while Nick glanced up with a feeling of
-distrust. “If we take that road, Vic, it will——Oh, I beg your pardon,
-Mr. Carter!”
-
-Apparently by accident, while gesticulating about the road, he had
-knocked Nick’s derby hat from his head.
-
-Then, with a lightning like move, made as if to catch the hat before
-it could fall to the ground, he threw himself across the detective’s
-body, confining his arms to his sides.
-
-At that moment Vic Clayton had risen up in the car, standing directly
-behind Nick.
-
-“Now!” yelled Badger, with terrible ferocity.
-
-There was no need for the command.
-
-Already the uplifted hand of the fortune-teller was descending; a hand
-fiercely gripping a clubbed revolver, and thrice the butt of the heavy
-weapon fell squarely upon Nick Carter’s unprotected head.
-
-The tragic episode had been enacted in the fraction of a second, before
-Nick could realize the design, much less prevent it, and a single blow
-delivered as the three had been would well-nigh have felled an ox.
-
-Without so much as a groan, with every muscle suddenly relaxing, Nick
-dropped inert and senseless upon the floor of the car, his hair and
-brow turned crimson by a swift gush of blood.
-
-In an instant Badger was out upon the ground.
-
-“Take my seat, Claudia,” he hurriedly cried to his wife. “Lend me a
-hand here, Vic, and we’ll throw him in behind. I’ll bind him hand and
-foot after we start again. There, there, that will do! Now around with
-the car, Claudia, and drive for home as if the devil followed us!”
-
-The transfer had been made in half a minute.
-
-In another half the car was speeding back over the woodland road at
-thirty miles an hour—heading for Badger’s place near Brookline.
-
-Senseless, between the seats, out of view of any persons whom the
-speeding car might pass along the road, lay the man for whom failure
-only had been predicted by the desperate woman who had struck him down.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XIII.
-
- CLOSE QUARTERS.
-
-
-“It’s not for me to say what you’ll do or not do, since you now appear
-to hold the ribbons. It’s up to you, Badger, and not for me to say.”
-
-The above came from Nick Carter several hours after the tragic episode
-enacted in the woodland road.
-
-Bound hand and foot, with his head rudely bandaged, Nick sat propped
-against one of four stone walls, evidently those of a small cellar, or
-possibly a wine-vault, with but one heavy door through which the place
-was accessible.
-
-Only the bare earth was under him, damp and cold, while a small pool
-of stagnant water in one corner of the place evinced the depressed
-location of the ground.
-
-Two empty beer-kegs stood on end near-by.
-
-On one of them a lantern was burning, the rays from which shed only a
-dismal light over the more dismal scene.
-
-On the other keg sat Amos Badger, with his hands on his knees, his
-lowering gaze fixed upon the helpless detective, and his dark features
-wearing a look of mingled satisfaction and sinister scorn.
-
-It was then well into the evening, and Nick Carter had with some
-difficulty been doctored back to consciousness, and to a keen
-realization of his aching head and a most unenviable situation.
-
-The restoration had been accomplished by Conley, who was somewhat of a
-veterinary physician, and it was no sooner done than Badger hastened to
-interview his captive, an interview only just begun when Nick made the
-remark which opens this chapter.
-
-“Up to me, is it?” returned Badger, with stern complacency. “Up to me
-to say what shall be done with you?”
-
-“I cannot see that anything I say would be of weight,” said Nick coolly.
-
-“That’s right—it wouldn’t!”
-
-“Not at present.”
-
-“No, nor later!” sneered Badger sharply. “You’ve had your last say,
-Carter, now that we have you in our clutches.”
-
-“A very rascally game you played to accomplish it!”
-
-“When you go hunting rascals, Carter, you must expect to be turned down
-by their own methods, if at all.”
-
-“That’s right, too, and I was imprudent in not being ready for you.”
-
-“You were up against more craft and cunning than you bargained for.”
-
-“I don’t need to be informed of it,” retorted Nick, now wondering when,
-how, and for what reason they had planned the trick.
-
-For he knew the assault must have been planned previous to his talk
-with Vic Clayton that afternoon, or it could not have been so quickly
-executed, nor the trap itself so definitely arranged.
-
-“One fact is now very obvious, however,” he presently added, hoping to
-lead Badger into some inadvertent disclosure.
-
-“What fact?” growled Badger, frowning at him.
-
-“Some person informed you of the request I designed to make the Clayton
-woman.”
-
-“Think so?”
-
-“Or informed her.”
-
-“You’re getting wise fast.”
-
-“Otherwise, Badger, you couldn’t have planned the job among you,”
-continued Nick.
-
-“Perhaps not.”
-
-“I can come pretty near guessing who it was, too, since Chief Weston is
-the only man I informed of my intention.”
-
-“Most likely he sent a messenger out here and warned us,” sneered
-Badger, with a grin.
-
-“Not he,” retorted Nick. “But there’s a red-headed sketch and outline
-of a man in his office, Badger, whom I’ll come pretty near rounding up
-along with the rest of you, when I get out of this hole.”
-
-“There will be no immediate rounding up, Carter, since it depends upon
-you alone,” replied Badger, with a searching stare at Nick’s face.
-
-“Ah, then you were also told that I’m alone on the case,” said Nick,
-willing enough to have him think so.
-
-“Aren’t you alone on it?”
-
-“If I’m not, Badger, you’ll hear from others soon enough.”
-
-“There are no others.”
-
-“All right.”
-
-“And you are now helpless.”
-
-“Not quite.”
-
-“As good as down and out.”
-
-“But I’m still in the ring,” insisted Nick.
-
-“You’re in hands from which you’ll never escape alive, I give you my
-word on that,” cried Badger, with menacing austerity.
-
-“Your word, Badger, is a poor voucher.”
-
-“You now know far too much about us for us to let you escape and
-disclose it,” added the latter decisively. “I now want to know of just
-what your knowledge consists, and what action you have taken against
-us.”
-
-Nick laughed a bit derisively.
-
-“I guess, Badger, you’ll have to take it out in wanting,” said he.
-
-“You’ll not inform me?”
-
-“Not by a long chalk.”
-
-“I shall find a way to compel you.”
-
-“Possibly,” said Nick. “But you’ll have a long hunt before you find the
-way.”
-
-“You’ll let me alone to find that,” cried Badger, with confident
-asperity. “I can devise tortures so acute that even you will reveal
-what you have done toward——”
-
-His rascally threat was interrupted at that point by the sound of
-approaching steps from beyond the partly closed door. In a moment
-it was thrown open, and Jerry Conley, followed by Vic Clayton and
-Badger’s wife, entered the dismal place.
-
-That the two women were as low-bred and disreputable as had been
-reported to Nick appeared in their utter disregard of his wretched
-condition, and the malicious satisfaction with which they stared at
-him, as they might have stared at a caged beast which they had had
-occasion to fear.
-
-“You’ve got him back to earth, have you?” asked Claudia, with a glance
-at Badger’s grim face. “Jerry just came and told us, so we thought we’d
-have a look at him.”
-
-Vic Clayton, however, came and bent above Nick, peering down at his
-stern features, now white from loss of blood; while her own evil eyes,
-with the mocking smile that curled her cruel lips, plainly evinced her
-despicable and malignant nature.
-
-“Well, you’ve got as many lives as a cat, haven’t you?” she demanded,
-in taunting tones.
-
-Nick returned her evil stare with hardly a change of countenance, yet
-there was in his lifted eyes an ominous, fiery gleam, from which those
-who knew him best had learned to shrink with fear.
-
-“I shall live long enough to repay with interest the blows you dealt
-me, and to land you where you belong?” he sternly rejoined.
-
-“You will, eh?” sneered Vic, with a derisive laugh.
-
-“Without the slightest doubt.”
-
-“Evidently you’ve forgotten what I predicted for you.”
-
-“The predictions of a charlatan are seldom fulfilled.”
-
-“Charlatan?”
-
-“And crook,” added Nick.
-
-“Don’t be saucy, Mr. Carter, not to a lady,” said the frowning jade.
-“You’ll meet with just what I predicted for you—failure.”
-
-“I’ll risk that.”
-
-“And you’re in a very fair way to it,” added Vic, with a sinister nod,
-as she terminated her malicious scrutiny and turned to Amos Badger.
-
-The latter had drawn aside with his wife and Conley, and the three
-stood talking in subdued tones, apparently with no interest in the
-recent amusement of their confederate.
-
-“Well, what do you say?” demanded Vic, as she approached them. “We’ve
-got him, all right. Now, what’s to be done with him?”
-
-“That’s what we are discussing,” growled Conley, who had much of the
-ruffian in him. “I say ’twas a mistake not to have let him croak, if
-he’d have been accommodating enough to do so.”
-
-“Bah!” muttered Claudia. “Men with as hard heads as his don’t die so
-easily.”
-
-“To my way of thinking,” added Conley, “it’s safest for us to put out
-his light at once, and be done with it.”
-
-Badger, however, quickly shook his head.
-
-“Not yet,” said he grimly. “Not before to-morrow.”
-
-“But why the delay?” protested Conley. “I cannot see anything in that.”
-
-“Then I’ll tell you why.”
-
-“Well, out with it.”
-
-Nick pricked up his ears, yet he could catch only a word now and then
-louder than others.
-
-“To begin with,” argued Badger, “I’m not going to run my neck into a
-noose before I know just how we stand. We have no blood on our hands
-as yet, and before I take chances of that kind, Conley, I’m going to
-be dead sure that Carter has not reported his suspicions to Weston.
-What good will it do to put him out of the way, only to find that we
-have half a score of Boston detectives on our heels, to whom Carter’s
-discoveries have been imparted.”
-
-“But Sandy declares that Weston knows nothing about that,” whispered
-Vic.
-
-“I hope he doesn’t, but I’m going to be sure of it before I wipe out
-Nick Carter,” said Badger.
-
-“How can you make sure?” growled Conley.
-
-“We shall know by to-morrow at this time.”
-
-“How so?”
-
-“Because we shall have others after us, Jerry, just as soon as the
-discovery is made that Carter is missing,” reasoned Badger. “If none
-show up, we may then safely assume that Sandy Hyde is right, and that
-Carter has disclosed nothing definite. We shall then know that he’s the
-only one we need fear, and it will then be time enough to put him down
-and out.”
-
-“Well, there’s something in that,” Conley now muttered.
-
-“We know he cannot escape.”
-
-“H’m! I should say not.”
-
-“So there’s no need of haste, since we have him in our clutches,” added
-Badger. “Besides, there is another thing to be considered.”
-
-“What’s that?”
-
-“Carter may have some of his New York assistants here, for all we
-positively know to the contrary.”
-
-“Sandy says not,” interposed Vic.
-
-“He may not be absolutely sure,” Badger argued. “And until we are
-dead certain of it, which should be by to-morrow at this time, I am
-resolved to take no chance of some day being tried for murder.”
-
-“That does have an ugly sound,” said Vic, with a dismal grimace.
-
-“And there’s an ugly penalty,” added her sister.
-
-“So that settles it, Jerry,” said Badger. “We’ll keep Carter right here
-till we know just what we’re up against.”
-
-“Well, that’s good enough for me if ’tis for you,” said Conley
-indifferently.
-
-“Are you sure his bonds are secure?”
-
-“If he loosens any of those knots, Amos, I’ll eat the ropes,” was the
-confident rejoinder.
-
-“To-morrow we’ll take steps to make him open his mouth, and tell all he
-knows.”
-
-“What steps?”
-
-“I’ll find a way, let me alone for that.”
-
-“Meantime——” began Vic.
-
-“No more here,” interposed Badger. “It’s too infernally damp and cold.
-Go back to the house, you two women, and I’ll presently join you there.
-I’ll first make sure that things here are all safe.”
-
-“All right, Amos.”
-
-The two women withdrew from the vault, Nick following them with his
-gaze.
-
-The two men remained, and both now proceeded to make doubly sure that
-the ropes binding Nick’s arms and limbs were securely knotted.
-
-Not a word was spoken.
-
-The work required less than a minute, and Badger then took up the
-lantern and signed for Conley to go out ahead.
-
-At the door of the vault, however, Badger turned back for a moment, to
-say, with vicious assurance:
-
-“If it is to be one of us who must go down and out, Carter, it will be
-you! Take my word for that!”
-
-For a moment Nick gazed sternly at him across the dismal place, then
-coldly retorted:
-
-“Since I have only your word for it, Badger, I feel perfectly safe!”
-
-Badger vented a half-smothered growl, then closed the heavy door with a
-resounding bang.
-
-Nick heard the shooting of bolts and the sound of a bar dropped into
-place.
-
-Then all was silence for a time—silence and darkness!
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XIV.
-
- SHADOWS AND SHADOWED.
-
-
-“Thundering guns!” muttered Patsy. “He’d be an ugly cur to meet in the
-dark.”
-
-Chick Carter gazed in the direction indicated.
-
-The two detectives were comfortably seated on a log in the midst of a
-cluster of shrubbery.
-
-The shrubbery formed a part of the scrub and bushes skirting the
-woodland back of the extensive Badger estate.
-
-Nearly a hundred yards away was the stable, a side view, with the long
-carriage-house adjoining, as previously described.
-
-Fifty yards beyond was the Badger dwelling, rear elevation, with the
-back door and windows in plain sight, as well as part of one of the
-side verandas.
-
-The intervening ground was clear of trees, and nothing obstructed the
-view of the two watching detectives.
-
-They were executing Nick’s command given them that morning, that of
-learning what they could about the Badger place without being seen.
-
-They had already measured it from in front, and had arrived at their
-present vantage-point about half an hour before, bent upon watching
-till they were reasonably assured as to the number of servants in the
-house and stable.
-
-Matters always moved lively with the Carters after a trail was once
-fairly struck, and in this case they were no exception.
-
-That which had occasioned Patsy’s muttered exclamation was now observed
-by Chick, who parted the shrubbery concealing them to view the object a
-little better.
-
-It was a huge Cuban bloodhound, a wicked-looking beast. The animal had
-evidently just come out of the stable, the front of which was only
-partly visible to the detectives, and he was now trotting across the
-lawn toward the rear door of the house.
-
-“I believe you are right,” rejoined Chick. “He looks as if he might
-bolt a man with a single mouthful.”
-
-“Dead easy,” nodded Patsy.
-
-“If we have work to do here after dark,” said Chick, “we’d best keep
-that fellow in mind.”
-
-“Rather.”
-
-“He’d put up an uglier fight than the entire bunch we’ve seen so far.”
-
-“That’s right, Chick.”
-
-“We’ve seen only four as yet.”
-
-“Badger and his wife, whom we saw from the front,” counted Patsy. “The
-middle-aged woman at work in the kitchen yonder, and the covey we’ve
-seen about the stable. That makes four, Chick; sure as you’re a foot
-high.”
-
-“I begin to think there are no others.”
-
-“Four are not many to be carrying on the game Nick suspects,” suggested
-Patsy, a bit doubtfully.
-
-“There is still the Clayton woman,” replied Chick; “and she and
-Badger’s wife may be as bold and capable as men would be.”
-
-“Very likely.”
-
-“There are enough of them to have played this hold-up game
-successfully, that’s plain enough; and the smaller the number, Patsy,
-the less liability of betrayal.”
-
-“That’s true, Chick.”
-
-“I think that the paucity of servants here is a point in our favor.”
-
-“A point that Nick is right?”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“Perhaps so.”
-
-“I doubt if there are others,” repeated Chick, “or if we can remain
-here much longer to advantage. We are to rejoin Nick at four o’clock,
-you remember.”
-
-“What time is it now?”
-
-“Half-past one,” replied Chick, consulting his watch.
-
-It was at that moment that Vic Clayton was receiving her very important
-communication from the spy from police headquarters, half an hour
-before the arrival of Nick.
-
-At the same moment, while Chick and Patsy were crouched, gazing toward
-the house, Conley came out of the rear door and sauntered toward the
-stable, lighting his pipe while he walked.
-
-“There’s that stable covey again,” murmured Patsy. “I don’t half-fancy
-his looks.”
-
-“Evidently he is just out from dinner.”
-
-“Sure thing! See, the woman is now feeding the dog at the back steps.
-That’s what the ugly cur trotted over there for.”
-
-“He knows when meal-time comes,” laughed Chick.
-
-“Mebbe his meal-ticket is only good at this hour,” grinned Patsy. “I
-wonder if that covey is the only man in the stable. If he is, Chick, he
-must have a good bit of work, or else Nick is away off on some points.”
-
-“Why so?”
-
-“Nick thinks they have three or four horses out here.”
-
-“We know of one, Patsy.”
-
-“And he thinks these hold-up crooks have several automobiles.”
-
-“They don’t require much labor, particularly when only seldom used.”
-
-“Well, they haven’t the autos in that stable, nor in the
-carriage-house,” declared Patsy. “That’s a cinch, Chick, for we’ve had
-a look into both.”
-
-“True.”
-
-“And there’s only one horse in the stable.”
-
-“They may have some secret place of concealment for the whole
-business,” said Chick.
-
-“Perhaps so, yet——”
-
-“Stop a bit!” Chick suddenly interrupted, rising to peer through the
-shrubbery. “What’s the meaning of this?”
-
-“Gee!” muttered Patsy, also starting to his feet. “Something’s up!”
-
-Though they had no way of learning the occasion for the excitement at
-this time, both being out of hearing and unable to approach without
-being detected, it was at just this time that Badger received from Vic
-Clayton a telephone communication concerning Nick Carter’s designs, and
-which had been quickly followed by the laying of the plot that later
-resulted in Nick’s downfall.
-
-Badger had come plunging out of the back door of the house, without
-coat or hat, throwing away his cigar as he ran across the lawn, all
-the while shouting lustily to Conley.
-
-It was his sudden appearance and obvious excitement that had so
-startled both Chick and Patsy.
-
-Conley turned back upon hearing the shouts, and the two crooks met
-about twenty feet in front of the stable, within plain view of the
-detectives.
-
-There Badger talked rapidly for several moments, with occasional fierce
-gestures in the direction of the city, and all the while both men
-exhibited in their faces and movements a consternation and excitement
-not easily to be accounted for by one out of hearing.
-
-“Gee! I’d give something to know what they are saying,” muttered Patsy,
-staring with distended eyes.
-
-“There is something in the wind,” nodded Chick.
-
-At the end of about a minute, Badger turned and rushed back to the
-house, entering it at the top of his speed.
-
-Conley, meantime, bolted out of sight toward the stable door, yet not
-into it, which was out of view of the detectives.
-
-“Where the dickens did he go?” said Chick curiously.
-
-“It looked as if he went into the stable,” said Patsy.
-
-“I’m not so sure of that.”
-
-“No?”
-
-“I thought he turned to one side just before he approached the door.”
-
-“He may have run around the farthest corner,” suggested Patsy. “We
-might change our positions, Chick, so as to see that door.”
-
-“Wait a bit,” replied Chick. “There’s a big hurry here over something,
-and we shall see all there is to be seen in short order.”
-
-“I guess that’s right.”
-
-“Badger pointed toward town several times,” added Chick, with grave
-countenance. “I’d wager a little that Nick is in some way back of this,
-if not involved in some bother.”
-
-“You don’t imagine——”
-
-“Easy! Here comes Badger again.”
-
-Once more the latter had bolted out of the house, and this time he was
-followed by his wife.
-
-Now both had on their outside garments, and evidently were prepared for
-a ride.
-
-At the same moment an automobile, with a furious rumble and whir, came
-into view in front of the stable, and sped across the lawn to meet the
-couple.
-
-It was driven by Conley, who tumbled out of it the instant it stopped,
-while Badger and his wife clambered in almost as quickly.
-
-In another moment, with Badger running it, the car was speeding down
-the long gravel driveway toward Laurel Road.
-
-The departure was made so excitedly and hurriedly that Patsy, who had
-been holding his breath all the while, now exhaled it with a sharp gasp.
-
-“Whew; that beats the record,” he exclaimed.
-
-“What puzzles me,” replied Chick perplexedly, “is where that auto came
-from.”
-
-“Gee! that’s just what I was thinking.”
-
-“It did not come out of the stable, I’ll swear to that.”
-
-“It looked to me as if it came around the farther corner.”
-
-“It was a Packard,” said Chick. “I know the machine.”
-
-“Perhaps——”
-
-“Break off and follow me,” now interrupted Chick, who had been watching
-Conley walk leisurely back toward the stable.
-
-“Where now?” asked Patsy, as they drew back through the woods.
-
-“Back to town,” said Chick decidedly. “There’s nothing more for us here
-at present.”
-
-“It’s a good bet that Badger has headed for town, since he pointed that
-way so often.”
-
-“That’s just my idea, Patsy.”
-
-“What do you think about it?”
-
-“I think that something has happened to alarm these rascals,” replied
-Chick.
-
-“And that nobody but Nick could have brought that about?”
-
-“Exactly.”
-
-“In that case, Chick, he may have made some move since we left him.”
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“And possibly these guys have got wise to it.”
-
-“That appears to be about the size of it,” nodded Chick. “Furthermore,
-it looks as if Badger, in making this lightning trip, had got something
-up his sleeve for Nick.”
-
-“A counter-move?”
-
-“Precisely.”
-
-“What shall we do about it?”
-
-“We’ll first make sure about Nick,” replied Chick. “He was to rejoin us
-at four o’clock. If he doesn’t show up at that hour, or a little later,
-we must get a move on.”
-
-“To trace him?”
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“And if we fail to strike his trail?”
-
-“Back out here we’ll come, Patsy, dog or no dog, to learn what this
-sudden journey really meant,” declared Chick, with grave determination.
-
-He had reasoned shrewdly in that he had attributed Badger’s excited
-departure to some unexpected cause for alarm, and also that Nick was
-the person most likely to have occasioned it.
-
-In the light of these deductions, moreover, Badger’s immediate and
-decisive action plainly indicated that he had some definite project in
-view, presumably one to avert the impending danger.
-
-The conclusions alone were sufficient to point to some peril
-threatening Nick, and his chief assistant was quick to arrive at them,
-and act accordingly.
-
-As a matter of fact, however, the celerity and astuteness with which
-the Carters invariably cooperated in their work went far toward
-insuring their success.
-
-Chick’s talk with Patsy had occurred while they picked their way
-through the belt of woods, from which they presently emerged, then
-hastened to the nearest trolley line and back to the city.
-
-It was nearly three o’clock when they arrived at the Adams House, and
-went to Nick’s room.
-
-There was no sign of Nick, however.
-
-The magnifying-glass with which he had examined the incriminating
-photograph was still lying on the table where he had left it. But there
-was neither note nor token to show that he had been there since the
-three departed in company that morning.
-
-“He has not returned since he left with us, Patsy,” said Chick, after
-looking about. “We’ll wait till the appointed hour.”
-
-“Four o’clock?”
-
-“Or a little later.”
-
-“He may show up by that time.”
-
-“I haven’t much hope of it,” replied Chick, a bit anxiously. “I’ve got
-it on me good and hard, a genuine hunch, Patsy, that something has gone
-wrong with him.”
-
-“You’re most generally right, Chick, when you feel like that.”
-
-Chick made no reply, but began pacing the floor.
-
-An hour passed, and brought no sign of Nick.
-
-At half-past four Chick could restrain his impatience no longer.
-
-“Come on!” he abruptly exclaimed, catching up his hat. “We’ll get a
-move on.”
-
-Patsy started up from the couch, on which he was having a pull at his
-pipe.
-
-“I’m with you!” he cried, with alacrity. “Going to try to trace him?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Where first, Chick? To State Street?”
-
-“It’s too late to go there,” replied Chick, as they left the room and
-hastened toward the elevator.
-
-“Yet we might strike his trail there.”
-
-“I can do so more quickly, I think.”
-
-“Where?”
-
-“At police headquarters—Chief Weston’s office, in Pemberton Square.”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XV.
-
- ON NICK’S TRAIL.
-
-
-It was five o’clock when Chick and Patsy entered Pemberton Square.
-
-It was about half an hour before that when Nick Carter was lodged in
-his place of confinement.
-
-“You wait here, Patsy,” said Chick, at the corner on which Nick engaged
-Grady’s runabout a few mornings before. “There is no need of both of us
-going into the chief’s office. I’ll return inside of five minutes.”
-
-“Go ahead.”
-
-Chick hastened down the basement stairs and into the chief’s
-office—only to encounter Sandy Hyde just entering from the opposite
-corridor.
-
-“Where’s the chief?” Chick cried bruskly.
-
-Hyde didn’t know Chick from a side of sole leather, but, knowing at
-least that he was not Nick Carter, he answered quite promptly:
-
-“The chief is in his office.”
-
-“I must see him.”
-
-“What name?”
-
-“Chick Carter. Come, come, I’m in a rush!”
-
-Hyde’s catlike eyes at once began to dilate upon hearing the name,
-taking on their greenish glow of internal excitement.
-
-He now realized that he had given Vic Clayton a wrong tip, that one
-of Nick’s assistants was in Boston and on the case with him, and the
-servile little rascal at once began to figure how he could square
-himself and discover Chick’s mission.
-
-He did not dare hazard playing the eavesdropper again, and also feared
-that he might not overhear all that was said by so doing, and he at
-once adopted the first resort that appealed to him.
-
-He hastened through the enclosure, and into Weston’s private office,
-saying quickly:
-
-“There’s a man out here to see you, chief.”
-
-“What man?”
-
-“I didn’t catch his name, sir. But he’s in an awful rush, and I reckon
-something has happened.”
-
-Just as Hyde had expected, Chief Weston started up from his chair and
-strode into the general office.
-
-Hyde was cunning enough to foresee that, if Chick was in such great
-haste, their conversation would probably be carried on in the outer
-office.
-
-So it was, moreover, despite that Weston at once cried, as he shook his
-visitor by the hand:
-
-“Why, hello, Chick Carter! How are you? Come inside.”
-
-“No, no, chief,” Chick quickly declined. “I’m going to stay but a
-moment. Has Nick been here to-day?”
-
-“Yes—about one o’clock.”
-
-“Do you know where he has gone?”
-
-“I know where he said he was going.”
-
-“Where was that?”
-
-“To Madame Victoria’s rooms, in Tremont Street,” replied Weston.
-
-“Do you know for what?” inquired Chick, beginning to see light ahead.
-
-Chief Weston briefly told him of what Nick’s mission at Vic Clayton’s
-rooms consisted, as stated by Nick, and then he inquired curiously:
-
-“Why are you asking about him, Chick? Is there anything wrong?”
-
-Having learned all that he could then and there, however, Chick decided
-to impart nothing at this time.
-
-“No, nothing wrong, chief, I think,” he quickly rejoined, turning to
-go. “I am merely in a hurry to locate him, that’s all. He may have
-returned to the hotel by this time.”
-
-“I think likely you’ll find him there,” nodded Weston, a bit suspicious
-of Chick’s evasion.
-
-Chick did not wait longer, but bolted out as he had bolted in.
-
-Weston walked toward his private office.
-
-Hyde’s greenish eyes, now glowing more brightly than ever, drifted
-toward the telephone-closet.
-
-Before he could make a move to convey the desired warning to Badger,
-however, Chief Weston turned back and said curtly:
-
-“You come in here with me, Sandy. I want you to help me on my quarterly
-report for an hour or so. Look lively, too, or you’ll be tied up here
-till after six o’clock.”
-
-The sallow features of the treacherous miscreant quivered and twitched
-with disappointment for a moment, but immediate obedience was
-imperative—and the telephone had to wait!
-
-Chick Carter rejoined Patsy on the corner.
-
-“Come on!” he exclaimed.
-
-“Where now?” inquired Patsy, as they headed for Tremont Street.
-
-“To the fortune-teller’s rooms.”
-
-“Has Nick been there?”
-
-“Yes, about two o’clock.”
-
-“Did you learn for what?”
-
-“All that Weston could tell me,” replied Chick, hurriedly informing him
-what he had learned.
-
-Both were quick to see the possibilities which their various
-observations and discoveries presented, and Patsy now forcibly
-declared, as Chick concluded:
-
-“I’ll bet that some kind of a scurvy trick has been turned.”
-
-“I fear so, Patsy.”
-
-“Badger wouldn’t have been on such a rush with that auto unless he had
-some scheme in view.”
-
-“That’s right,” assented Chick. “Madame Victoria may have telephoned to
-him what Nick was about doing, and possibly planned with Badger to get
-him into their hands.”
-
-“That appears about the size of it. If we get no trace of him here,”
-growled Patsy, “we’ll go out there again to-night and investigate.”
-
-“That’s what we’ll do.”
-
-“Do you know just where the fortune-teller’s rooms are located?”
-
-“Yonder,” nodded Chick, as they hastened up Tremont Street. “In that
-block on the next corner.”
-
-“What are you going to ask her, in case she is there?”
-
-“Oh, I can give her some kind of a plausible story to explain my
-inquiries,” replied Chick confidently. “She’s not clairvoyant enough to
-see through me, I’ll go my pile on that.”
-
-“Mine goes the same way,” vouchsafed Patsy, with a grin.
-
-“I’ll assuredly not let her know that I’m on the case with Nick,” added
-Chick. “If these rascals think he is working it alone, we may derive
-some advantage by keeping them in the dark.”
-
-“Surely.”
-
-“Nick also may not wish us to expose that we, too, are investigating
-the case——Stop a bit! Wait here!”
-
-Chick had suddenly caught Patsy by the arm and drawn him to the shelter
-of a doorway, less than twenty yards from that leading into the
-building occupied by Vic Clayton.
-
-The occasion for this move was obvious.
-
-Just turning the corner of Boylston Street, and approaching the
-building mentioned, was a huge touring-car of the latest type, occupied
-by two women only.
-
-“By thunder!” muttered Patsy excitedly. “That’s Badger’s wife running
-that car.”
-
-“I see it is,” said Chick more coolly.
-
-“With the fortune-teller?”
-
-“No doubt of it. She answers Nick’s description of her.”
-
-“Gee whiz!”
-
-“Well?”
-
-“That’s not the car that Badger and his wife used this afternoon,”
-cried Patsy.
-
-“So I see,” said Chick, still watching the couple. “There is something
-back of all this.”
-
-“You bet there is!”
-
-“Hold your horses, however, till I see what the two women are about to
-do.”
-
-With skillful hands Claudia Badger had turned the huge car in Tremont
-Street, then brought it to a stop at the curb opposite the doorway
-giving ingress to Vic Clayton’s rooms.
-
-Then both women deliberately alighted and entered the building, leaving
-the automobile unattended.
-
-Chick Carter’s eyes took on a sudden bright gleam.
-
-They had lighted upon a large willow hamper, or covered basket,
-attached to the rear of the car for the purpose of stowing away
-articles to be carried on a long tour. The hamper was nearly as large
-as a small trunk, and the top was secured only with two brass clasps.
-
-“By Jove, Patsy, here’s the chance of a lifetime!” Chick hurriedly
-exclaimed.
-
-“What do you mean?” came the eager inquiry.
-
-“Do you see that hamper?”
-
-“Sure!”
-
-“Do you think you can get into it?”
-
-Patsy needed no further hint to the design in Chick’s mind, nor to the
-possibility it presented. With eyes quickly glowing with eagerness and
-excitement, he hurriedly replied:
-
-“Get into it? Sure I can! The scheme is a corker! It’ll take me right
-into the midst of these rascals. Come on, Chick, and——”
-
-“Stop a moment,” cautioned Chick. “Get that policeman to help you,
-explaining who you are, and have him take away any stuff that may be in
-the hamper.”
-
-“And you?”
-
-“I’ll rush up-stairs, and keep those two women engaged till I’m sure
-you are well under cover.”
-
-“Good enough!”
-
-“And to-night you can count on me to lend a hand,” added Chick, “in
-case I am needed.”
-
-“That’s the idea!” cried Patsy.
-
-“Away with you, then, while I tackle the two women.”
-
-Patsy hastened toward the deserted automobile, near which a policeman
-happened to be standing, and whose aid the former quickly obtained in
-the way Chick had suggested.
-
-Chick, meantime, hastened into the building and up to the rooms of
-Madame Victoria.
-
-He found the two women in the reception-parlor, Vic Clayton engaged in
-changing her automobile coat for a long cloak.
-
-They had driven into town again, after securing Nick, only in order
-that they might be seen by the occupants of the stores near-by, with a
-view to subsequently obtaining the testimony of these observers, if the
-need arose, in support of some plausible story to the effect that they
-had brought Nick back to town and left him in some locality.
-
-Upon hearing Chick enter the room, both women turned toward him with
-looks of surprise.
-
-“I beg pardon, ladies,” said he, bowing. “I am looking for Madame
-Victoria.”
-
-“I am she,” replied Vic, sharply regarding him.
-
-“My name is Henderson, madame.”
-
-“What can I do for you, Mr. Henderson?”
-
-“I am looking for a gentleman who is said to have been here this
-afternoon, and with whom I have important business,” explained Chick,
-with a deliberation well calculated to give Patsy what time he would
-require below.
-
-He was quick to see, however, the suspicious gleam that instantly arose
-in Vic Clayton’s eyes upon learning his business, and he added, with
-some suavity:
-
-“I am unable to find the gentleman at his hotel, madame, and I thought
-he might still be here.”
-
-“Who is the gentleman?” asked Vic, with affected indifference.
-
-“His name is Nick Carter.”
-
-“Is he a friend of yours?”
-
-“An acquaintance only.”
-
-“How did you learn that he had been here, Mr. Henderson?” inquired Vic,
-now bestowing a gracious smile upon her questioner.
-
-“I was so informed by the clerk at the hotel, to whom Mr. Carter had
-mentioned his intention of coming here.”
-
-“Ah. I see.”
-
-“I inferred that Mr. Carter came here to consult you professionally,
-madame, and I thought his interview might possibly have lasted till
-now.”
-
-Chick easily detected the relief which his artful explanation had
-occasioned both women, and it convinced him that he was on the right
-track, yet he in no way betrayed his convictions.
-
-Neither woman had approached the window to look out, and Vic Clayton
-had now buttoned her cloak and appeared anxious to depart.
-
-Chick knew that Patsy must have accomplished his design by this time,
-however, and he did not care how soon the interview terminated.
-
-“Well, Mr. Henderson, I cannot say where Mr. Carter has gone,” Vic
-carelessly rejoined. “We dropped him at the corner of Arlington Street,
-however, only a short time ago.”
-
-“From your automobile?”
-
-“Yes, sir.”
-
-“Possibly, then, I shall now find him at the hotel.”
-
-“I think it quite probable, sir, for he walked toward Washington Street
-after he left us,” smiled Vic, edging toward the door which Claudia
-Badger already had opened.
-
-“I will return there and see,” said Chick, bowing himself from the
-room. “Thank you very much for your information.”
-
-“Don’t mention it, sir,” replied Vic, with a little laugh, as she and
-her companion also stepped into the corridor, closing the door behind
-them.
-
-Chick politely stepped aside, and let them precede him down the stairs.
-
-Without so much as a glance at him again, both women fell into a
-conventional talk as they descended toward the street.
-
-Chick reached the sidewalk close upon their heels, however.
-
-The touring-car still stood at the curb—but there was no sign of Patsy
-in any direction.
-
-The policeman was lingering near-by, with an air of indifference and a
-vacant stare across the opposite Common.
-
-From some little distance away a few curious observers were gazing
-toward the car, wondering at what they had seen, but the officer had
-made sure that they were too remote to attract attention.
-
-Neither woman noticed them as she crossed the sidewalk and quickly
-entered the car.
-
-In another moment it was under way, with Claudia Badger at the wheel,
-and presently was speeding up Boylston Street.
-
-Chick now turned to the policeman, who received him with a significant
-grin.
-
-“What do you say, officer?” demanded Chick.
-
-“He’s in it, all right, sir,” was the reply.
-
-“In the hamper?”
-
-“That’s what.”
-
-“Was it empty?”
-
-“Not a thing in it, sir.”
-
-“Close quarters for him, weren’t they?”
-
-“Rather,” laughed the officer. “But he fixed the clasps so he can get
-out whenever he likes, and he’ll not fare so badly. What’s the job, Mr.
-Carter?”
-
-“If all works well, officer, you may learn by reading to-morrow
-morning’s newspapers,” Chick pointedly rejoined, as he turned to go. “I
-cannot wait to inform you, for I now have work of my own elsewhere.”
-
-He was thinking of Badger’s place, and of what might befall the
-dauntless young detective then speeding out there in the hazardous
-manner described.
-
-Ten minutes later, however, with a revolver in each hip pocket, Chick
-also was on his way to Brookline.
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XVI.
-
- A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT.
-
-
-Patsy held his breath.
-
-It was a novel and, at times, a thrilling sensation, that of riding
-at thirty miles an hour enclosed in a wicker hamper on the rear of an
-automobile.
-
-At times the car ran smoothly and swiftly; at others it jolted heavily
-over a rougher road.
-
-It was not dark in the basketlike receptacle into which Patsy had
-fairly crammed himself, yet the wickerwork was so compact that he could
-not see out unless he raised the cover, and that he did not venture to
-do.
-
-Neither could he hear anything that was said by the two women on the
-front seat of the car, owing to the constant noise of the vehicle.
-
-He knew, however, that he was on the road to Badger’s place, and
-speeding to the assistance of Nick Carter, and that was good enough for
-Patsy up to that time.
-
-After half an hour’s run, as nearly as he could judge, the cramped and
-twisted young detective felt the car sweep in a swift curve out of the
-direct road it had been following, and speed along a much less smooth
-and even way.
-
-“We have entered Laurel Road,” he rightly conjectured. “In five more
-minutes we should arrive at Badger’s house. Providing that I am not
-discovered in this infernally tight box, I there may hear something to
-serve my purpose. If I can learn definitely that Nick is out here, and
-then discover just where he is located, the rest of the job should be
-fairly easy.”
-
-For his own peril, let it be what it might, the brave youngster had not
-even a passing thought.
-
-Presently the car turned again, and began to slow down, and a moment
-later, when the noise of the motor abated, Patsy could plainly hear Vic
-Clayton addressing her companion.
-
-“There is Amos on the side veranda, Claudia,” she cried, in satisfied
-tones.
-
-“So I see, Vic,” was the reply.
-
-“Things must still be all right out here, old girl, since he appears to
-be taking it easy, and is smoking a cigar.”
-
-“I will round that side of the house before running the car to the
-stable,” said Claudia.
-
-“You can drop me there, too.”
-
-“We’ll both stop there, and let Amos put the car under cover. Yes, I
-judge that things are all right out here, as you say.”
-
-“They’ll soon take a turn for the worse, I’ll wager my life on that,”
-thought Patsy, with grim anticipations.
-
-It was then nearly seven o’clock, and the dusk of the early evening had
-begun to fall.
-
-As the car approached the side veranda and came to a stop, Badger rose
-out of a chair in which he was seated, and strode to the steps leading
-down to the driveway.
-
-Though his dark features wore a look of evil complacency, he at once
-addressed his wife in rather uneasy tones.
-
-“Well, what’s the verdict?” he asked.
-
-“Nothing wrong, Amos,” she cried, as both women came down from the car.
-
-“Did you stop at your rooms, Vic?”
-
-“Certainly,” laughed the latter. “Don’t you notice that I have changed
-my coat?”
-
-“Ah, yes, I see.”
-
-“I did that only to indicate that we had some motive for visiting the
-rooms,” she glibly added. “We had a visitor, too, while we were there.”
-
-“Who was that?”
-
-“A chap named Henderson.”
-
-“Henderson?”
-
-“That’s what he said, Amos, and whom do you think he inquired after?”
-
-“Not Nick Carter!” cried Badger, with brows quickly knitting.
-
-“None other.”
-
-“The devil you say! There may be something back of that.”
-
-“Nothing that involves us, I reckon,” declared Vic confidently.
-
-“Why do you feel so sure of it?”
-
-“Because he was sent to my rooms by the clerk in the hotel where Carter
-was stopping, and to whom he had mentioned coming to my place. He
-merely wanted to see him on business, Amos, and couldn’t locate him.”
-
-The last was said with much significance and a loud, derisive laugh, in
-which Amos Badger now joined.
-
-“Not locate him, eh?” he cried, with a shrug. “Well, if anybody locates
-him after to-morrow, Vic, I’ll take a permanent seat in the back row.”
-
-As may be inferred, this conversation took place some little time
-before the interview with Nick himself, as related in a previous
-chapter.
-
-“You’ll take a seat in that stone hotel in Charles Street, you mean,
-along with all the rest of us,” Vic bluntly rejoined.
-
-“You’ll soon be there!” thought Patsy, who was listening intently to
-all that was being said.
-
-Not so much as a glance had been bestowed upon the hamper, which
-externally presented no unusual appearance, and Patsy felt tolerably
-safe in his concealment.
-
-The end was not yet, however.
-
-“What have you done with him, Amos?” Claudia now asked, as Badger came
-down the steps to run the car to cover.
-
-“With Carter?”
-
-“Yes, of course. We started for town, you know, the moment we had him
-safely landed here.”
-
-“Conley now has charge of him,” said Badger.
-
-“Where?”
-
-“In the old wine-vault.”
-
-“Are you going to confine him there?”
-
-“Yes, till I do worse to him.”
-
-“Has he come to himself?”
-
-“Not yet,” Badger promptly replied. “Those were three ugly blows that
-Vic gave him.”
-
-“I was taking no chances by falling short of my duty,” put in Vic, with
-a cruel laugh.
-
-“They’d have killed him for sure, Vic, if his head were not as tough
-and hard as a darky’s.”
-
-“He would then have been out of our way, at all events.”
-
-“Conley will soon have him revived, I think, and then we will have a
-talk with him, and force him to confess what is being done against us,”
-added Badger, approaching the automobile. “I’ll stow the machine while
-you two go in and eat your dinner. It’s already on the table.”
-
-“Had yours?”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Send Jerry in here to tell us when his patient revives,” called Vic
-Clayton, as she mounted the steps. “I want to go out there and have a
-look at him.”
-
-“All right,” growled Badger, as he sprang into the car.
-
-Then the two women entered the house.
-
-In another moment the car started again with a whir and rumble, and
-Patsy mentally sized up the situation as he saw it.
-
-“We have hit the nail on the head, all right,” he said to himself.
-“These crooks are all that we have suspected, and they have Nick
-imprisoned out here, after knocking him on the head. They shall be paid
-with interest for the blows given him, however, as surely as the sun
-sets in the west.
-
-“Confined in the old wine-vault, eh? I wonder where that is located.
-Evidently it is not connected with the cellar of the house, since that
-she devil of a fortune-teller wants to go ‘out’ somewhere to see Nick.
-
-“Conley, plainly enough, is the stableman we saw to-day, and, since he
-has Nick in charge, it’s a good bet that the vault mentioned is either
-in the basement of the stable or that long carriage-house which adjoins
-it. I’ll wager that I speedily find it, give me half a chance.”
-
-“Hello! what’s the meaning of this?”
-
-Patsy had suddenly felt the car lurch heavily, and sway to one side,
-then plunge forward as if it were going down a steep incline.
-
-“We cannot be going directly into the stable,” he quickly reasoned.
-“The run into that is on the level, but we’re descending some short,
-steep place.”
-
-“By Jove! I have it. Badger is taking the car into some place from
-which Conley brought that one this noon, which Chick felt sure had not
-come out of the stable. These crooks must have some secret hiding-place
-for their several cars and horses, and Badger is about taking this one
-into it. Fortunately, I shall now know all about it.”
-
-Patsy was correct in these conjectures.
-
-Badger had run the car around a corner of the stable, then down to a
-short fence enclosing the space below the building, which stood on a
-slope of the land.
-
-In this fence was a door about wide enough to admit the car, and Badger
-quickly sprang down to open it.
-
-As the latter did so, there fell upon Patsy’s ears a sound that chilled
-his blood, despite the strong nerves and invincible courage of the
-young detective.
-
-The sound was the sudden threatening barking of a dog, then confined in
-this basement garage.
-
-“By thunder! it’s that Cuban bloodhound!” was Patsy’s mental
-exclamation.
-
-He felt a thrill of dismay when he now recalled the huge beast, which
-he had not once thought of since undertaking the hazardous venture in
-which he was at present helplessly launched.
-
-“If I escape detection by his ugly nostrils I shall be lucky,” he said
-to himself. “If he scents me before I can make some kind of a move to
-escape from this basket, I shall be a gone goose for sure.”
-
-These thoughts passed quickly through Patsy’s mind while Badger was
-opening the door mentioned.
-
-Then out came the dog, nearly as large as a small calf, leaping about
-his rascally master, and barking furiously.
-
-“Gee whiz! that’s a pleasant sound,” murmured Patsy, with an
-irrepressible shudder.
-
-“Down, Pluto!” roared Badger angrily. “Keep down, I say! Close that
-trap of yours, you brute, or I’ll break every bone in your ugly body.
-Get out, you cur!”
-
-With the last of these exclamations, the huge dog was dealt a
-resounding kick in the ribs, which sent him yelping out across the
-lawn, at which Patsy breathed a sigh of relief.
-
-“I’m safe for a few minutes, at least,” he decided.
-
-Then he heard Badger shout commandingly:
-
-“Here you, Conley! Come here with the lantern, so I can see to run in
-this car. Look lively, old pal!”
-
-Patsy wondered why he had shouted so lustily, and now he ventured to
-raise the wicker lid about half an inch and peer out.
-
-A dimly lighted basement met his gaze. It was not more than twenty feet
-square, with the stone foundation walls of the stable on two sides, the
-open door on a third, while the fourth and interior side appeared to be
-a solid wooden bulkhead.
-
-The floor was the bare ground, and the place was evidently designed for
-stowing away an automobile.
-
-“This is where that car came from this noon, that’s plain enough,”
-thought Patsy. “Yet Nick must be wrong in thinking the rascals own so
-many cars, for I’ve seen only two. There’s not room in there for more
-than that number.”
-
-The last thought had barely crossed his mind, however, when Patsy
-discovered his mistake, and also why Badger had shouted so loudly.
-
-A secret sliding door in the interior bulkhead wall suddenly flew open,
-revealing a long extension of the basement, running even under the
-carriage-house adjoining the stable above.
-
-In this secret extension, which was so cleverly constructed as to defy
-detection either from within or without, Patsy now caught sight of
-half a score of motors lined up against one of the side walls, each of
-a different make from the others, and all apparently in first-class
-condition.
-
-“By thunder! this does settle it, and Nick was right,” he mused. “Those
-are the different cars these knaves have used for their night hold-ups.
-This exterior basement is only a blind for concealing the other.”
-
-The chief figure that at once claimed Patsy’s attention, however, was
-that of Jerry Conley.
-
-He had appeared in the secret doorway in response to Badger’s shout,
-and he carried in one hand a lighted lantern, and in the other a flask
-of brandy.
-
-“Well, what do you say, Jerry?” demanded Badger, as the other strode
-out to join him.
-
-“He’s all right now,” growled Conley, setting down the lantern.
-
-“Got him back to earth?”
-
-“Pretty nearly. He’ll be himself in a few minutes.”
-
-“Thank God!” thought Patsy fervently. “That refers to Nick.”
-
-“Then he’ll not croak?” inquired Badger, as if somewhat disappointed.
-
-“Not this time; though I reckon ’twould be a good thing for us if he
-did,” snarled Conley.
-
-“Help me run this car in, then I’ll go and have a talk with him.”
-
-Patsy ducked his head and dropped the hamper lid.
-
-Then he sensed that the two men had seized the sides of the car and
-drawn it well into the exterior basement.
-
-“Things all right in town?” queried Conley.
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Did both women come out?”
-
-“Sure.”
-
-“I’m thinking ’twould be a good scheme to hold up some party to-night,”
-Conley now declared.
-
-“Why so?” inquired Badger.
-
-“It would go to show the police that the unknown road robbers have not
-been interfered with by any move of Nick Carter, and when he is found
-to be missing, no suspicion, naturally, would fall upon us.”
-
-“There’s something in that.”
-
-“Sure there is.”
-
-But Badger presently shook his head.
-
-“Not to-night, Jerry,” said he decisively. “We already have enough on
-for to-night with this infernal detective. Besides, I’m about all in,
-with what I’ve had to do to-day.”
-
-“I don’t much wonder,” grinned Conley.
-
-“We’ll cut out the hold-up until to-morrow,” added Badger. “You go over
-to the house and tell Vic that Carter has revived. She wants to come
-out and see him. Meantime, I’ll take the lantern, and go and have a
-talk with him.”
-
-“What’s the matter with lighting this wall lamp?”
-
-“No harm in it, Jerry. Light it, if you like.”
-
-Badger took up the lantern while speaking, and strode into the interior
-basement, closing the sliding door after him.
-
-Conley struck a match and lighted an oil-lamp in a bracket on the wall,
-then hastened out of doors and across the lawn.
-
-“Now is my time!” thought Patsy. “If I can get into that inner cellar,
-and down Amos Badger, the rest will be dead easy!”
-
-He raised his head a little to lift the lid of the hamper.
-
-Then he suddenly stopped, holding his breath.
-
-The patter of soft feet on the ground near-by had reached his ears.
-
-Then came a furious sniffing about the wickerwork of the hamper.
-
-It was followed immediately by a long, low, threatening growl, enough
-to have sent a chill through a brass image.
-
-“That infernal bloodhound again!” thought Patsy, with an ugly creeping
-of his every nerve. “By thunder! this is worse than being headed off by
-a man—or by half a dozen men! What’s the cursed brute about to do?”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XVII.
-
- A CRISIS.
-
-
-The bloodhound continued to sniff and growl.
-
-Patsy continued to lie low and hold his breath.
-
-He knew that if he showed himself in the open there would be trouble
-from that moment—and the worst kind of trouble.
-
-He hoped that the fierce brute would presently have satisfied his
-curiosity, and then take it into his ugly head to return out of doors.
-
-But the dog did nothing of the kind.
-
-Plainly enough, he knew that there was something wrong, and his
-watch-dog instinct impelled him to hang about the suspected spot.
-
-He fell to trotting to and fro near the back of the touring-car, over a
-space of some six feet, like an irritated lion in a cage.
-
-With every turn he made he looked up at the hamper with his rolling red
-eyes, and indulged in a low, threatening growl.
-
-It was as much as to say: “Don’t come out, or I’ll make a meal of you!”
-
-His huge jaws hung apart and were froth-flecked, and Patsy, venturing
-once to peer out at him, did not like his looks.
-
-“He’d make mince-meat of me in less than ten seconds if I undertook to
-leap out there,” he said to himself, with gruesome misgivings. “Yet if
-I remain here and he there, I am as good as discovered by these crooks.
-I’m blessed if this hasn’t developed into a mighty ugly situation.”
-
-As a matter of fact, he could see no immediate way out of it.
-
-He was so cramped and twisted in his close quarters that he could not
-draw his revolver without rising up in the hamper, and he knew that the
-dog would instantly attack him if he ventured doing that.
-
-His muscles were so cramped, moreover, that he knew he could not move
-to advantage for several moments after his release.
-
-He realized, furthermore, that the report of his revolver, in case
-he attempted to shoot the dog, would speedily bring Badger and his
-confederates to the spot, and that the result might possibly be fatal
-to himself, or, at least, to Nick’s designs, to corner and arrest the
-entire gang.
-
-So for upward of five minutes the situation hung fire, Patsy waiting
-and wondering, and the bloodhound still growling and trotting to and
-fro some six feet away.
-
-It was at this time that Badger had his talk with Nick, as already
-related.
-
-Presently Patsy heard Conley returning, accompanied by the two women.
-
-Though all three observed the dog, they paid no immediate attention to
-his movements, but at once hastened into the inner basement and to the
-vault in which Nick was confined.
-
-Patsy inwardly prayed that the dog would follow them, but his prayer
-proved vain.
-
-The bloodhound knew his business.
-
-He continued to trot and growl, occasionally snapping his huge jaws by
-diversion or anticipation, and all the while with his red eyes fixed
-upon the wicker hamper.
-
-Patsy gritted his own teeth in impotent rage.
-
-At the end of another five minutes, however, he had decided what to do.
-
-He resolved to shoot the dog, taking chances of killing him with a
-single shot, and then leap out of the hamper and attack, single-handed,
-the gang in the interior basement.
-
-Conley had left the sliding door open after entering with the women,
-and Patsy thought he could see a tolerably fair prospect of bringing
-to a successful issue even as desperate a move as that which he now
-contemplated.
-
-Having grimly settled upon the task, he now wormed about a bit in the
-hamper, striving to free his revolver from his hip pocket.
-
-The bloodhound instantly redoubled his growling.
-
-“You be hanged!” muttered Patsy resentfully. “I’ll presently silence
-you with a chunk of lead.”
-
-He had succeeded in getting hold of the butt of his revolver.
-
-Before he could free the weapon from his pocket, however, the shrill
-voice of Vic Clayton sounded through the basement, as she and Claudia
-Badger came hurrying from the inner extension.
-
-“What’s the matter with Pluto?” she cried, as she approached.
-
-“There’s something wrong out here,” declared Claudia.
-
-The instant the dog heard his name mentioned, all the restrained
-passions and fierce instincts of the brute leaped violently into play.
-
-With a tremendous snarling and barking he bounded up at the hamper,
-clawing at it with might and main, as if bent upon devouring all that
-it contained.
-
-Patsy was taking no chances of losing half of his face in one fierce
-bite of the brute, and he instantly ducked his head and crouched lower.
-
-“It’s all off!” was the thought that flashed through his mind. “I am
-now obliged to put up a game of bluff.”
-
-The screams of the two women were now mingled with the furious barking
-of the bloodhound, and Vic Clayton was shouting affrightedly:
-
-“Come out here! Come out here, Amos! There’s something the matter with
-this dog. I think he has gone mad.”
-
-Before the last was uttered, both Badger and Conley came rushing out of
-the inner cellar.
-
-The two men instantly guessed the meaning of the brute’s actions, and
-both rushed toward the car.
-
-“Gone mad be hanged!” shouted Badger. “There’s something wrong with
-that hamper, not with the dog.”
-
-“That’s right, Amos,” yelled Conley.
-
-“Ah, I thought so! Get out, you brute, or I’ll brain you! What the
-devil have we here?”
-
-Badger had given the excited brute a second kick in the ribs, that once
-more sent him yelping out of doors, much to Patsy’s relief, despite the
-sudden change in the situation.
-
-At the same time Conley had thrown open the lid of the hamper, plainly
-disclosing the cramped detective to the view of all.
-
-In an instant both ruffians had him by the throat and wrists.
-
-“Hold on!” gasped Patsy, struggling to rise out of his cramped
-position, and at once assuming to be the injured, rather than the
-offender.
-
-“Come out here!”
-
-“Sure, I’ll come out,” whined Patsy, as he was yanked out upon the
-ground, yet still in the clutches of both men. “Say, this ain’t no
-way to use a fellow. Let go me throat, will you? I ain’t going to eat
-nobody up. Holy smoke! but I’m glad you drove that dog off. I thought I
-was a dead one, for sure.”
-
-“You’ll be a dead one, all right, young fellow, unless you stand up and
-give an account of yourself,” Badger fiercely cried. “Hang onto his
-arms, there, Conley, in case he means mischief. Hand me that strip of
-rope, Vic, and I’ll make him fast in a jiffy. Look lively, I say!”
-
-While this exchange of conversation was in progress, Patsy had been
-jerked rudely to his feet, only to find for several moments that he
-could hardly stand erect, so strained and cramped were his muscles.
-
-Conley, meantime, had twisted the captive’s arms back of him, and was
-holding them there with the grip of a vise.
-
-Badger had released Patsy’s throat, however, and, with the piece of
-rope Vic Clayton had hurriedly brought him, he quickly secured the
-detective’s arms and wrists behind him.
-
-“Now, you give an account of yourself,” he fiercely commanded, shaking
-his clenched hand under Patsy’s nose.
-
-“Sure I will, mister, since I’m caught in my own box,” Patsy now said,
-surveying with a ludicrous grin the frowning faces around him. “But I’d
-have been out and away long before this, mister, if it had not been for
-that infernal dog.”
-
-“Out and away, would you?” cried Badger, catching up this one
-significant remark.
-
-“That’s what, mister.”
-
-“What were you doing in that hamper?”
-
-“Only stealing a ride.”
-
-“Stealing a ride?” echoed Badger incredulously.
-
-“That was all, mister, the whole business.”
-
-“You’re a liar!” snarled Conley, fiercely suspicious.
-
-“Say, you leave me to settle with the boss of this joint, will you?”
-growled Patsy, now turning upon the Irishman. “I haven’t trod on any of
-your corns, have I? So you leave me to do the talking with the boss.”
-
-“I’ll not leave you a leg to stand on, if you——”
-
-“Shut up, Jerry!” commanded Badger sharply. “How long had you been in
-the hamper, youngster?”
-
-“All the way from town, mister.”
-
-“Nonsense!” cried Vic Clayton, now pressing nearer. “I know better than
-that.”
-
-“Sure, ma’am, I don’t like to contradict a lady like yourself, but
-you’ll find I’m right,” insisted Patsy, bowing to her with a ludicrous
-display of humility.
-
-“Do you mean to say that you rode out from town in that hamper?”
-demanded Vic.
-
-“That’s what I did, ma’am.”
-
-“What put you up to that?” cried Badger, in threatening tones.
-
-Patsy indulged in another grin.
-
-“Well, ’twas like this, mister, d’ye see,” he proceeded to explain,
-with an air of humble frankness. “I was walking along Tremont Street
-with a comrade of mine—Jones his name is, mister, and mine is Green.”
-
-“Come to the point, you rascal,” Badger impatiently growled.
-
-“Sure I will, mister, if you give me time.”
-
-“If you don’t, I’ll give you something besides time.”
-
-“’Twas like this, d’ye see?” continued Patsy coolly. “We saw this big
-car alongside the curb on Tremont Street, and Nosey, the which we call
-Jones because his beak is so big—Nosey bet me a five I didn’t dare get
-into the hamper and steal a ride.”
-
-“He did, eh?” sneered Badger, with an ugly gleam in his searching eyes.
-
-“That’s what he did, sir,” nodded Patsy. “I’d seen these two ladies
-go into the building near-by, so I said to myself I’d have time to
-duck into the hamper before they came out. I thought it a cinch to win
-a five in that easy way. So when I found it was empty, mister, in I
-jumped, and here I am—the which I wouldn’t be, only for that dog, I
-give you my blooming word.”
-
-“Your blooming word doesn’t cut any ice with me,” Conley now declared,
-with an angry snarl. “I’ll not swallow this story, Badger, not on your
-life. It’s much more likely that he’s working with his nobs in yonder,
-and mebbe there are more of the same kind about here at this moment.”
-
-This possibility suggested by Conley was not without immediate effect
-upon Badger, who turned quickly to the waiting women and cried sharply:
-
-“Go over to the house, you two, and we’ll bring this rascal there and
-question him further. You, Jerry, close that sliding door. We’ll leave
-the other where we have him. He cannot get out, that’s sure, and I’ll
-take no chance that there are others to see us in this place. We’ll go
-over to the house and settle with this young cub.”
-
-“That will be safest,” nodded Conley, as he hastened to obey.
-
-“You may leave this oil-lamp burning, Jerry,” added Badger, as he
-seized Patsy by the collar and marched him toward the door. “We may
-have to come out here again.”
-
-“I’ll not put it out.”
-
-“But secure this door after you.”
-
-“Sure! D’ye think I’m daffy enough to leave it open?”
-
-With the last remark, Conley came out of the basement and closed the
-heavy door, leaving the entire place only dimly lighted by the oil-lamp
-on the wall.
-
-Seen from outside, the whole stable appeared shrouded in darkness.
-
-As the three started across the lawn toward the house, with Patsy in
-the grip of both men, the huge bloodhound came bounding over the grass
-as if to accompany them—or to make a finish of Patsy.
-
-Badger quickly checked him, however, sternly commanding:
-
-“Be off, Pluto! Away with you, and watch out, you brute! Watch out, I
-say!”
-
-The dog appeared to understand. He dropped his black nose to the
-ground, vented one short, sharp yelp, then coursed away with the speed
-of a deer, hither and thither, and finally toward the belt of woods
-darkly outlined against the starry sky at the rear of the broad estate.
-
-“He’ll notify us, Jerry!” growled Badger, with his grip unconsciously
-tightening on the detective’s collar. “Let Pluto alone for that. He’ll
-notify us all right, and promptly, too, if there are other strangers
-prowling near here to-night.”
-
-That Patsy was possessed of that true detective genius which
-instinctively anticipates coming events, appears in the thought that
-quickly arose in his mind:
-
-“He will, eh? I can see his finish if he encounters Chick Carter this
-night!”
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XVIII.
-
- A LAST RESORT.
-
-
-“Search him!” sternly commanded Badger. “We’ll see what that will bring
-forth. Search him, Conley, and see what you can find!”
-
-The scene was the kitchen of the Badger dwelling.
-
-Fifteen minutes had passed since Patsy was rounded up and brought
-in there, and the quarter-hour had been devoted to plying him with
-questions to break down the crafty story he had told, and to which he
-clung with a tenacity born of conscious desperation.
-
-He now stood with his back to one of the kitchen walls, in the full
-glare of the lamplight.
-
-His arms were still secured behind him, and his collar and cravat were
-awry from the throttling he had received.
-
-His face was composed, however, not even pale, and his eyes were keen
-and bright with that inherent courage and invincible determination
-which rendered him superior to any threatening situation, and eminently
-worthy to have become Nick Carter’s trusted associate and assistant.
-
-The gang by which he had been so curiously cornered were seated about
-the room.
-
-Both Badger and Conley appeared stern and ugly, evincing that state of
-mind when dread and suspicion battle with uncertainty.
-
-The two women, Mrs. Badger and Vic Clayton, appeared pale and anxious,
-as if fearful that their adventurous career was likely to be seriously
-interrupted.
-
-Yet all four, including also a dark, middle-aged woman who worked in
-the house, were regarding Patsy with eyes and aspects so threatening as
-to have awed one less cool, collected, and defiant of personal peril.
-
-Fifteen minutes had passed, as mentioned, and from this time matters
-moved decisively and swiftly, with all the energies of these masterful
-detectives instinctively strained for what each knew must be a final
-move, and all operating to produce the one desirable culmination of
-their joint endeavors.
-
-In response to Badger’s command, Conley sprang up and began to search
-Patsy, fiercely thrusting his hand into one pocket and then another.
-
-“Leave the linings,” suggested Patsy, with a defiant grin.
-
-He knew that he had on his person only one article that would point to
-his vocation, which he was prepared to deny in the face even of that.
-
-It came to light in a moment—his trusty revolver.
-
-“Aha! what’s this?” cried Conley, as he yanked the weapon from Patsy’s
-hip pocket. “So you carry a gun, do you?”
-
-“Sure I do,” asserted Patsy coolly. “You’d carry a gun, too, if there
-were as many rats in your cellar as there are in mine.”
-
-“It’s you who are the rat,” Badger angrily growled, as his confederate
-displayed the weapon.
-
-“You’re wrong, mister,” insisted Patsy. “I’m a ratter, but no rat.”
-
-“What d’ye mean by that?” snarled Conley fiercely.
-
-“I mean that I’m a hunter of rats,” said Patsy, with dry significance.
-
-“You’re a detective,” cried Badger.
-
-“That’s what he is, Amos,” supplemented Vic Clayton, white with
-increased apprehensions. “He must be one of the Boston force.”
-
-“No, I’m not.”
-
-“Not one of the force?”
-
-“Nothing of the kind.”
-
-“If you are lying, youngster, the lie will as surely cost you your
-life——”
-
-What more Badger would have uttered can only be conjectured, for, while
-he was speaking, fiercely shaking his fist at Patsy’s helpless head,
-there sounded from the gravel driveway outside and over the hollow
-planking of the veranda the heavy fall of hurrying feet.
-
-“Who’s this?” cried Claudia, starting affrightedly from her chair.
-
-“The door, Conley!” hissed Badger. “Have the gun ready!”
-
-Before Conley could reach the doorway, however, toward which he
-hastened with Patsy’s revolver in his hand, it was hurriedly opened
-and a sallow-featured, green-eyed rascal bounded breathlessly into the
-kitchen.
-
-“Oh, it’s Sandy Hyde!” exclaimed Vic, with a little scream of
-satisfaction.
-
-“Who the devil is he?” thought Patsy, sharply regarding the panting
-scamp.
-
-Though this advent of Hyde brought a look of relief to the face of
-each, Badger kept a taut rein on the threatening business then on hand,
-and he almost immediately demanded:
-
-“What brings you out here, Sandy?”
-
-“Wait till I get my breath, and I’ll tell you,” panted Hyde. “I’ve run
-all the way from the trolley. The chief kept me at work till half an
-hour ago.”
-
-“Is there something wrong at headquarters?” snarled Badger quickly.
-
-“What’s that?” muttered Patsy mentally. “A spy from the chief’s office,
-or I’ll eat my boots! By thunder! it’s no wonder that this case has
-baffled the efforts of the Boston force.”
-
-Patsy was quick enough to see all it meant, in case he was correct in
-his immediate conjecture.
-
-Sandy Hyde, who had paused a moment to get a drink of water at the
-kitchen sink, now hastened to reply to Badger’s question.
-
-“Wrong at headquarters? I should say so!” he cried. “I have just got
-wise to something, less than an hour ago. Who’s that chap?”
-
-“Never mind him at present,” cried Badger, with terrific impatience.
-“What have you learned?”
-
-“Nick Carter has an assistant here on this case,” replied Hyde.
-
-“Not Chick Carter!”
-
-“Yes.”
-
-“Have you seen him?”
-
-“Sure! He was at headquarters about five o’clock.”
-
-“For what?”
-
-“He was trying to locate Nick.”
-
-“We’ve got Nick, all right,” sneered Badger, with a chuckle of
-derision. “But this other, this Chick Carter, of whom I have frequently
-heard, I don’t know him by sight.”
-
-“Nor do I,” put in Conley, frowning near-by.
-
-“You’re sure this is not he?”
-
-“Dead sure,” cried Hyde, with a glance at Patsy. “I don’t know this
-chap.”
-
-“Then he is not one of the Boston force,” declared Vic, more hopefully.
-“He did not lie about that.”
-
-Badger turned again to Patsy, lowering and dark, and Patsy gained a
-point by saying quickly:
-
-“Sure I didn’t lie about it. I wouldn’t lie to ladies and gents like
-you.”
-
-“No, this fellow is not a Boston detective, I’ll swear to that,” Hyde
-now declared. “I know them all.”
-
-“But Chick Carter——” began Badger.
-
-“Oh, he doesn’t look like this chap,” interrupted Hyde.
-
-“He doesn’t, eh?”
-
-“Not a bit! Chick Carter is older, a sturdy, well-built young man, with
-smooth, clean-cut features and——”
-
-“Stop!” screamed Vic Clayton, suddenly leaping out of her chair.
-
-“Well?”
-
-“How was he dressed when you saw him at five o’clock?”
-
-“Why, he said he was going to your office,” cried Hyde, now getting
-back to the business that had brought him out there. “He had on a plaid
-suit, a polka-dotted cravat——”
-
-“Henderson!” screamed Vic, all of a quiver with excitement. “That man
-Henderson, Amos, was Chick Carter!”
-
-“Not a doubt of it!” gasped Claudia Badger, as white as the knot of
-lace at her throat.
-
-“And that’s why he inquired after Nick Carter,” declared Badger, now
-beginning to see that a network might already be closing around him.
-
-“That’s what, Amos.”
-
-“Do you know where Chick Carter went after leaving your rooms, Vic?”
-
-“Of course not. How should I?”
-
-“He might have said.”
-
-“He said he was going to Carter’s hotel.”
-
-“Bosh!”
-
-“I’ll tell you what I do know, however,” cried Vic, hit with an
-afterthought.
-
-“What’s that?”
-
-“I know that this young devil must have got into that hamper while
-Chick Carter was in my rooms, Amos, and it’s a hundred to one that the
-two were at work on this case together.”
-
-“Gee! she’s hit me good and hard this time,” thought Patsy, wishing
-he might have throttled her to silence. “Now there will be something
-doing, I’ll go the limit on that.”
-
-He read aright the faces of those around him.
-
-The significance of Vic Clayton’s declaration was utterly irresistible.
-
-“What do you say to that?” thundered Badger, striding closer to Patsy,
-with his features livid and convulsed with rage.
-
-“I dunno what she’s talking about,” protested Patsy coolly.
-
-“You lie!” roared Conley. “You are one of Nick Carter’s helpers, or——”
-
-“Stop a bit!” interrupted Badger, with frightful austerity. “We’ll soon
-know whether he is or not!”
-
-“What d’ye mean?”
-
-“I’ll get the truth out of him!” snorted Badger. “Bring him after me,
-back to the garage. I’ll make him confess the truth and tell us where
-we stand. We’ll string him up by the neck to one of the beams—and there
-he shall hang unless he tells the whole truth! Bring him along, you
-two, and look lively! I’ll go on ahead and open the doors.”
-
-“Yes, there’s something doing!” thought Patsy, contemplating his
-imminent peril. “They are going to try hanging me—but they’ll try in
-vain! Yet I rather hope Chick may show up in time to save my precious
-neck.”
-
-These thoughts passed through Patsy’s mind while he was being rudely
-hustled out of doors by Conley and Hyde, while Amos Badger hurried on
-in advance.
-
-Both women followed, too alarmed by the impending peril to endure the
-suspense of remaining behind.
-
-“They care nothing for me, or my neck,” thought Patsy. “Like the she
-devils of ancient Rome, once having tasted blood, they thirst for more.”
-
-As he was hurried into the basement by Conley, he saw that the sliding
-door had been opened and that Badger was again lighting the lantern.
-
-This no sooner was done than the dastardly knave, blind to all except
-the impulses of his utter desperation, quickly threw a rope over a beam
-near the ceiling, then knotted a slip-noose around Patsy’s neck.
-
-Patsy stood directly under the beam, as cool as if he was only about to
-be weighed.
-
-“Get hold of that rope, you two!” cried Badger fiercely.
-
-Conley and Hyde sprang to the lax strip of line.
-
-The two women, bred though they were to evil, drew back with awed white
-faces and dilated eyes.
-
-“Now, youngster, what do you say?” thundered Badger, confronting Patsy
-with face livid and eyes ablaze.
-
-Patsy met him eye to eye.
-
-“Only what I’ve said already,” he curtly replied.
-
-“Nothing more?”
-
-“Nothing more, mister!”
-
-“Nor less?”
-
-“Nor less!”
-
-“Up with him!” roared Badger, turning fiercely to his confederates.
-
-Patsy felt the rope draw taut around his neck.
-
-Just then, however, from some quarter outside, there rang out upon the
-still evening air the sharp, spiteful crack of a revolver.
-
-It was mingled with a single agonized yelp—and a bloodhound lay
-stretched upon the greensward, shot squarely between his eyes!
-
-
-
-
- CHAPTER XIX.
-
- NICK CARTER’S ESCAPE.
-
-
-Silence and darkness.
-
-It was in these that Nick Carter was left confined at an earlier hour
-that eventful evening, bound hand and foot, and with his back propped
-against the cold stone wall of the disused wine-vault.
-
-It would be an injustice to him, however, to those inherent qualities
-and rare abilities which had made him what he was, to neglect depicting
-his movements during the time his captors were so pressingly engaged
-with Patsy.
-
-Of Chick and Patsy’s discoveries and designs since he parted from them
-at the Adams House that morning, Nick, of course, was entirely ignorant.
-
-That they had so quickly suspected something wrong because of
-his absence, or that he could depend upon them for any immediate
-assistance, he did not for a moment imagine. For it was then only a few
-hours after the time they had agreed to meet, and any ordinary incident
-might have detained him that long.
-
-Yet Amos Badger had no sooner closed the door of the wine-vault than
-Nick Carter began to think about making his escape.
-
-“Whatever I accomplish,” he said to himself, “I must accomplish alone.
-There is not much chance that Chick and Patsy have yet discovered
-any clue to my whereabouts, even if they now suspect that I have met
-with some beastly mishap, so I must figure upon playing a lone hand
-in getting out of this place. I’ll make the attempt, at least, and
-if——Hello! what’s the meaning of that, I wonder?”
-
-From some quarter outside, borne faintly to his ears, had come the
-furious barking of a dog, mingled with the shouts of men and the
-screams of women.
-
-For half a minute Nick listened intently, but the startling sounds
-were not prolonged, and presently only silence reigned in the
-wine-vault.
-
-Stop a bit—not quite silence only!
-
-From one corner came a faint noise which Nick’s ear was quick to detect.
-
-It was the steady drip, drip, drip of water, from some point higher
-than the floor.
-
-Nick recalled seeing a stagnant pool in the corner from which the
-dripping sounded, and he rightly inferred that there must be some
-water-supply above, possibly in the stable, and that a considerable
-leak existed.
-
-“My first work must be that of getting my hands at liberty,” he
-soliloquized, after a few moments.
-
-They were tied behind him, but that mattered little to Nick Carter.
-
-While the lantern was in the vault, during his talk with Badger, Nick
-had visually examined the surrounding stone walls, and had discovered
-several places where the rough corners of the stones protruded a
-little, forming tolerably sharp edges.
-
-Against one of these he backed, after rising to his feet with some
-difficulty, until he could bring the rope about his wrists to bear
-against the edge of the stone.
-
-Then he began sawing it up and down, at an expense of some little
-skin from his knuckles, and at the end of five minutes he felt one of
-the strands give and break. Then, with a mighty effort, he succeeded
-in breaking the entire rope, and the liberation of his hands at once
-became easy.
-
-“Now, if you come down here, Badger, you’ll meet with a warmer
-reception than before,” he determinedly muttered, while he set to work
-at the ropes around his ankles.
-
-In three minutes his limbs also were free, and Nick coolly tossed the
-ropes aside.
-
-“Next, to find a way out of here,” was his mental comment.
-
-He had observed that no window existed, and he had but little hope of
-being able to force the heavy door, having been deprived of his knife
-and revolver.
-
-After examining the door, to which he groped through the darkness, he
-decided that he could accomplish nothing there.
-
-The constant dripping of the water could still be heard, however, and
-Nick now shrewdly reasoned:
-
-“That water must have some avenue of escape, and it may run under the
-foundation wall in that corner. If it does, the soil should be soft and
-muddy, and I may be able to dig my way out, or, at least, to work under
-the wall and learn what lies beyond it. I’ll give it a try, at all
-events.”
-
-As he groped toward the corner, he stumbled over one of the empty
-beer-kegs previously mentioned.
-
-“Ha! here’s just the thing, providing I can smash it,” he said to
-himself. “One of these oak staves will serve admirably for a spade.”
-
-Gripping the keg by the chimes, he hurled it with all of his strength
-against one of the walls.
-
-There was a double effect.
-
-First, the keg snapped and cracked loudly, as several of the staves
-yielded under the terrific blow.
-
-Second, an instant later, a bit of rock from the wall fell with a
-splash into the pool of water.
-
-Nick then examined the wall.
-
-He found that the constant leakage from above had softened the old
-cement and mortar, and that the stones in this locality might be
-removed with almost any stout implement.
-
-In half a minute he had the beer-keg demolished and one of the stout
-staves in his hand.
-
-With this he next attacked the stonework near the pool, and for ten
-minutes he worked as vigorously and rapidly as the darkness permitted.
-
-Then he had two of the lower stones hauled out of the wall, and a space
-made large enough to crawl through.
-
-Listening at this opening, he could now detect another sound quite
-near-by. It was the occasional stamping of horses, evidently in their
-stalls.
-
-“H’m!” grunted Nick. “I’m not sure that I’m out of the place, after
-all. This hole will evidently lead me into a basement under the stable,
-or the carriage-house. By Jove! it may be that Badger has a place of
-concealment down here for his horses, those occasionally used for a
-hold-up. I’ll speedily ascertain.”
-
-Crawling with some little difficulty through the hole in the wall, Nick
-rose to his feet on the outer side, and groped carefully through the
-gloom.
-
-Suddenly his extended hands came in contact with—an automobile!
-
-He was in the interior garage, the secret hiding-place of Badger’s
-several cars.
-
-It had taken Nick half an hour to accomplish all this, however, and
-before he could fix upon anything definite as to his present location,
-he heard voices outside, and a door hurriedly opened.
-
-“H’m!” he mentally grunted. “Are my captors returning? They’ll find me
-ready for them this time!”
-
-Then he crouched quickly back of the car with which he had come in
-contact.
-
-The sliding door had suddenly opened, and the light from the wall lamp
-outside shot into the extension cellar.
-
-The instant Nick’s eyes fell upon the row of automobiles, he guessed
-the whole truth concerning the place.
-
-His interest, however, chiefly centered in two men who were hurriedly
-rushing a third into the place, closely followed by two women, while
-Badger was hastening to light a lantern.
-
-“Good Heaven!” mentally exclaimed Nick. “Their captive is Patsy!”
-
-He watched and waited, deducing more and more from the little he
-heard, and all the while his stern white features, still swathed with
-bandages, grew hard as flint.
-
-Patsy felt the rope tighten about his neck.
-
-Then sounded the revolver-shot from outside.
-
-Next a dark form bounded out from back of the touring-car—bounded out
-with the leap of an angry lion.
-
-Two clenched hands rose and fell, and two men dragging upon a rope
-cast over a beam were sent senseless to the earth, quivering in every
-muscle, as an ox quivers when felled in the shambles.
-
-Then two hands closed around Amos Badger’s throat, and in the
-miscreant’s ears rang a voice and words that took all the strength and
-manhood, if any of the latter was there, completely out of him.
-
-“It will be you, Badger, not I!”
-
-“Whoop la!” shrieked Patsy. “It’s Nick himself!”
-
-Two women, frightened for their miserable lives, turned and ran toward
-the open door—only to rush into the ready arms of Chick Carter.
-
-Chick had arrived at the edge of the woods only a short time before,
-and had seen Patsy brought out of the house and into the basement of
-the garage. Hastening to cross the lawn and lend a hand, as he had
-promised, Chick had encountered the bloodhound, killing him with a
-single well-directed shot, and then had rushed on and into the garage,
-just in time to head off Vic Clayton and Claudia Badger when they
-turned to flee.
-
-The rest may be briefly told, for a more complete and successful
-round-up could hardly be imagined. In less than ten minutes the entire
-gang were in irons, and thirty minutes later they were taking a ride in
-the local patrol-wagon, instead of a Packard car.
-
-The exposure of their rascally scheme also was complete when the case
-came to trial, a little later, for Nick Carter found in and about the
-house and stable ample evidence to prove that his deductions had from
-the very first been entirely correct.
-
-Fortunately, too, he found letters and clues enabling him to trace much
-of the stolen property upon which Badger had realized thousands of
-dollars, and which ultimately was restored to its rightful owners.
-
-In Badger’s safe Nick found his own watch and chain, but the money of
-which he had been robbed was missing. He had in his success with the
-case, however, a reward that far more than offset his trivial loss.
-
-Dumfounded when informed by what means the Boston detectives had been
-baffled in their efforts to discover these road robbers, Chief Weston’s
-gratitude to Nick was equaled only by his bitterness for Sandy Hyde,
-and he made sure that the treacherous scamp should receive a sentence
-as long as the others of the Badger gang—and that was one of years.
-
-Long before the release of any of them, the Badger place near Brookline
-had passed into other hands, sold under a heavy mortgage, and from that
-time Tremont Street knew the notorious Madame Victoria no more.
-
-One and all of them passed, as they deserved, out of the public mind
-and out of the hearts and lives of friendly acquaintances—from the
-moment that Nick Carter showed them in their true colors and closed
-upon them the door of a prison cell.
-
-
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-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/illus01.jpg" width="200" height="290" alt="Cover" />
-</div>
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
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-<div class="chapter">
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-<p class="no-indent center bold xlarge p2">CONTENTS</p>
-
-<table summary="contents">
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt"><span class="smaller">CHAPTER</span></td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">&nbsp;</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><span class="smaller">PAGE</span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">I.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">AN INQUISITIVE CLERK.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">II.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">MODERN HIGHWAYMEN.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">III.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK CARTER HELD UP.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">IV.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE ESCAPE.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">V.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE HOUSE IN LAUREL ROAD.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">46</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">VI.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">MADAME VICTORIA.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">62</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">VII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE DEEPER MYSTERY.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">VIII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">UNDER THE SURFACE.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">89</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">IX.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">BODY AND LIMBS.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">X.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE ANCHOR TO WINDWARD.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">116</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XI.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE INCENTIVE TO TREACHERY.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">126</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE ROAD TO CANTON.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">133</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XIII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">CLOSE QUARTERS.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">147</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XIV.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">SHADOWS AND SHADOWED.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XV.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">ON NICK’S TRAIL.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">169</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XVI.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XVII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A CRISIS.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">194</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XVIII.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A LAST RESORT.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">205</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr tdt">XIX.</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK CARTER’S ESCAPE.</td>
- <td class="tdr tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">215</a></td>
- </tr>
-</table>
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-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
-
-<p class="no-indent bold center large p2">NICK CARTER STORIES</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent bold center xxlarge">New Magnet Library</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent bold center p1">
-<span class="tdpr">Price, Fifteen Cents</span> <i>Not a Dull Book in This List</i><br />
-</p>
-
-
-<p class="p2">Nick Carter stands for an interesting detective story. The fact
-that the books in this line are so uniformly good is entirely due to
-the work of a specialist. The man who wrote these stories produced
-no other type of fiction. His mind was concentrated upon the creation
-of new plots and situations in which his hero emerged triumphantly
-from all sorts of troubles and landed the criminal just where
-he should be—behind the bars.</p>
-
-<p>The author of these stories knew more about writing detective stories
-than any other single person.</p>
-
-<p>Following is a list of the best Nick Carter stories. They have been
-selected with extreme care, and we unhesitatingly recommend each of
-them as being fully as interesting as any detective story between cloth
-covers which sells at ten times the price.</p>
-
-<p>If you do not know Nick Carter, buy a copy of any of the New
-Magnet Library books, and get acquainted. He will surprise and delight
-you.</p>
-
-<table summary="Nick Carter Stories">
- <tr>
- <td colspan="2" class="tdc"><em>ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT</em></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">850—Wanted: A Clew</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">851—A Tangled Skein</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">852—The Bullion Mystery</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">853—The Man of Riddles</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">854—A Miscarriage of Justice</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">855—The Gloved Hand</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">856—Spoilers and the Spoils</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">857—The Deeper Game</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">858—Bolts from Blue Skies</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">859—Unseen Foes</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">860—Knaves in High Places</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">861—The Microbe of Crime</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">862—In the Tolls of Fear</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">863—A Heritage of Trouble</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">864—Called to Account</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">865—The Just and the Unjust</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">866—Instinct at Fault</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">867—A Rogue Worth Trapping</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">868—A Rope of Slender Threads</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">869—The Last Call</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">870—The Spoils of Chance</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">871—A Struggle With Destiny</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">872—The Slave of Crime</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">873—The Crook’s Blind</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">874—A Rascal of Quality</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">875—With Shackles of Fire</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">876—The Man Who Changed Faces</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">877—The Fixed Alibi</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">878—Out With the Tide</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">879—The Soul Destroyers</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">880—The Wages of Rascality</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">881—Birds of Prey</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">882—When Destruction Threatens</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">883—The Keeper of Black Hounds</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">884—The Door of Doubt</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">885—The Wolf Within</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">886—A Perilous Parole</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">887—The Trail of the Finger Prints</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">888—Dodging the Law</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">889—A Crime in Paradise</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">890—On the Ragged Edge</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">891—The Red God of Tragedy</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">892—The Man Who Paid </td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">893—The Blind Man’s Daughter</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">894—One Object in Life</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">895—As a Crook Sows</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">896—In Record Time</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">897—Held in Suspense</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">898—The $100,000 Kiss</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">899—Just One Slip</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">900—On a Million-dollar Trail</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">901—A Weird Treasure</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">902—The Middle Link</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">903—To the Ends of the Earth</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">904—When Honors Pall</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">905—The Yellow Brand</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">906—A New Serpent in Eden</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">907—When Brave Men Tremble</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">908—A Test of Courage</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">909—Where Peril Beckons</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">910—The Gargoni Girdle</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">911—Rascals &amp; Co</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">912—Too Late to Talk</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">913—Satan’s Apt Pupil</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">914—The Girl Prisoner</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">915—The Danger of Folly</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">916—One Shipwreck Too Many</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">917—Scourged by Fear</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">918—The Red Plague</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">919—Scoundrels Rampant</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">920—From Clew to Clew</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">921—When Rogues Conspire</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">922—Twelve in a Grave</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">923—The Great Opium Case</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">924—A Conspiracy of Rumors</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">925—A Klondike Claim</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">926—The Evil Formula</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">927—The Man of Many Faces</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">928—The Great Enigma</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">929—The Burden of Proof</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">930—The Stolen Brain</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">931—A Titled Counterfeiter</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">932—The Magic Necklace</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">933—’Round the World for a Quarter</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">934—Over the Edge of the World</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">935—In the Grip of Fate</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">936—The Case of Many Clews</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">937—The Sealed Door</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">938—Nick Carter and the Green Goods Men</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">939—The Man Without a Will</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">940—Tracked Across the Atlantic</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">941—A Clew From the Unknown</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">942—The Crime of a Countess</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">943—A Mixed Up Mess</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">944—The Great Money Order Swindle</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">945—The Adder’s Brood</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">946—A Wall Street Haul</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">947—For a Pawned Crown</td>
- <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td>
- </tr>
-</table>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="titlepage">
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px; border: 1px solid;">
-<img src="images/illus02.jpg" width="200" height="314" alt="Title Page" />
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<h1>THE MAN WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE</h1>
-
-<p class="no-indent center">OR,</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center xlarge p1">FROM ROGUE TO CONVICT</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center p2">BY</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center xlarge">NICHOLAS CARTER</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center">Author of the celebrated stories of Nick Carter’s adventures,
-which are published exclusively in the <span class="smcap">New Magnet Library</span>,
-conceded to be among the best detective tales ever written.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 82px;">
-<img src="images/illus03.jpg" width="82" height="100" alt="Illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="no-indent center">STREET &amp; SMITH CORPORATION
-<br />
-<small>PUBLISHERS</small>
-<br />
-79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center p2">
-Copyright, 1906
-<br />
-By STREET &amp; SMITH</p>
-
-<hr class="title-xshort" />
-
-<p class="no-indent center">The Man Without a Conscience</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center p2">(Printed in the United States of America)</p>
-
-<p class="no-indent center p1">All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign<br />
-languages, including the Scandinavian.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<p class="no-indent center bold xxlarge p2">THE MAN WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE.</p>
-
-
-<h2 class="no-break">CHAPTER I.
-<br />
-<small>AN INQUISITIVE CLERK.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>“Bureau of Secret Investigation.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter glanced at the above sign over the door,
-an unpretentious and somewhat faded reminder of better
-days, while he descended the flight of stone steps leading
-into the basement offices of the Boston police department.</p>
-
-<p>The sunlight lay warm and bright in Pemberton
-Square at ten o’clock that May morning, shedding over
-the magnificent new court-house a golden glory consistent,
-no doubt, with the wise dispensation of justice,
-yet in monstrous anomaly with some of the dreadful experiences
-and grim episodes sometimes enacted within
-those splendid sunlit walls.</p>
-
-<p>Nick turned to the right in the main corridor and
-entered the adjoining office, quite a commodious room,
-in which the general business of this secret service branch
-of the local police department was conducted.</p>
-
-<p>The enclosure back of the chief clerk’s high desk,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
-which also was topped with a brass grating, happened to
-be vacant when Nick entered. In one corner of the
-room, however, a subordinate clerk was busily engaged
-in attempting to repair a slight leak in the faucet of the
-ice-water vessel, and to this young man the famous New
-York detective addressed himself.</p>
-
-<p>“Has the chief been in this morning?” he asked.</p>
-
-<p>The clerk bobbed up from his work as if startled, drying
-his hands with his handkerchief, and stared sharply
-at Nick for several moments. But he saw nothing familiar
-in the stranger’s grave, clean-cut features.</p>
-
-<p>For all that this clerk knew, or surmised, Nick might
-have been an ordinary or very humble citizen, who had
-quietly dropped in there for want of something better
-to do.</p>
-
-<p>“Chief Weston?” he returned inquiringly, still sharply
-scrutinizing Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“There is no other chief in this department, is there?”
-was Nick’s reply, with a subtle tinge of irony.</p>
-
-<p>“Well—no.”</p>
-
-<p>“Chief Weston, yes,” bowed Nick. “Is he in his
-office?”</p>
-
-<p>“I believe so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Busy?”</p>
-
-<p>“I reckon he is, just now.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Reckon, eh? Don’t you know?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, sir, he’s busy,” the clerk now said, a bit curtly,
-flushing slightly under the detective’s keen eye and
-quietly persistent inquiries.</p>
-
-<p>“He’s not too busy to see me, I think,” replied Nick,
-with dry assurance. “Go in and tell him I’m here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Who are you?”</p>
-
-<p>“Never mind who I am.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll take in your card.”</p>
-
-<p>“No card,” said Nick tersely.</p>
-
-<p>“Your name, then?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nor any name.”</p>
-
-<p>“But——”</p>
-
-<p>“Merely tell the chief that his friend from New York
-is here.”</p>
-
-<p>The expression in the eyes of the irritated clerk lost
-none of its searching interest, yet they now took on a
-rather different light, as if he had been suddenly hit
-with an idea. Yet he still frowned slightly and said:</p>
-
-<p>“If you object to having your name mentioned——”</p>
-
-<p>“I do object, young man,” Nick now interrupted, with
-ominously quiet determination. “Your chief may possibly
-have persons in his office before whom I do not care
-to have my name announced. Now, you go to him and
-deliver my message just as I gave it to you, neither more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
-nor less, or you’ll very suddenly hear something drop—providing
-you still retain your senses.”</p>
-
-<p>Now the clerk laughed, as if amused by the cool
-terms of the quiet threat, and then he turned quickly and
-vanished into a short passageway between the outer room
-and Chief Weston’s private office.</p>
-
-<p>Nick gazed after him with a rather quizzical stare—a
-slender chap of about twenty-five, with reddish hair,
-thin features, a sallow complexion thickly dotted with
-freckles, and a countenance lighted by a pair of narrow
-gray eyes, that greenish-gray sometimes seen in the eyes
-of a cat.</p>
-
-<p>“I wonder what use they have for him around here?”
-Nick said to himself, while waiting. “If I were chief in
-this joint, it’s long odds that that red-headed monkey
-would get his walking-ticket in short order.”</p>
-
-<p>The subject of these uncomplimentary cogitations returned
-in less than a minute.</p>
-
-<p>“You are to walk right in, sir—this way,” he glibly
-announced, with much more deference.</p>
-
-<p>At the same time he opened the way for Nick to pass
-into the enclosure, and through the passage mentioned.</p>
-
-<p>“Thank you,” said Nick, with half a growl.</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t mention it,” grinned the clerk. “Straight ahead,
-sir. Chief Weston is at his desk.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick heard, meantime, the tramp of men through a
-corridor adjoining the opposite side of the outer office,
-and he knew that Chief Weston had immediately dismissed
-them, to receive him in private.</p>
-
-<p>“So, so; the business is important,” he rightly conjectured.</p>
-
-<p>The door closed behind Nick of itself, but the snap of
-the catch-lock hung fire until after the hearty voice of
-the Boston chief of detectives, as he arose and gripped
-Nick by the hand, had sounded through the room.</p>
-
-<p>“How are you, Nick?” he cried cordially. “I’m a
-thousand times more than glad to see you, Carter, on
-my word.”</p>
-
-<p>“Same to you, Weston,” laughed Nick. “Some time
-has passed since we met.”</p>
-
-<p>“Too long a time, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, too.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have a chair.”</p>
-
-<p>Now the catch-lock snapped lightly.</p>
-
-<p>A finger between the door and the jamb had been
-withdrawn.</p>
-
-<p>A reddish head drew away from the panel, a pair of
-ears ceased their strained attention, a light step retreated
-through the passage, and two narrow gray eyes like
-those of a cat indicated that their owner had now satisfied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
-his inquisitive yearning, and learned the name of
-the visitor who so peremptorily had issued his commands.</p>
-
-<p>As Nick accepted a chair near that taken by Weston
-at his desk, he carelessly jerked his thumb toward the
-door by which he had entered.</p>
-
-<p>“Where’d you get him, Weston?” he asked dryly.</p>
-
-<p>“Get whom?” queried the chief, with inquiring eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“The clerk.”</p>
-
-<p>“Hyde—the one who announced you?”</p>
-
-<p>“The same.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, he’s been at work on the books out there for
-about a year. He’s only an assistant clerk.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, I see.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why did you ask?”</p>
-
-<p>“For no reason.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nonsense! You must have had some reason, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“None of consequence,” smiled Nick. “I asked about
-him, in fact, only because I had to fairly drive him in
-here when I declined to send in a card or mention my
-name.”</p>
-
-<p>Chief Weston threw back his head and laughed.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s easily explained,” said he, still chuckling. “I
-growl at him roundly at regular intervals, Nick, for annoying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
-me with visitors whom I neither know nor wish
-to see. I am getting him by degrees, however, so that
-he requires the whole pedigree of a caller before announcing
-him, which is about as bad a fault, I imagine.
-Sandy is all right, though, in his own peculiar way.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sandy, eh? That’s a nickname, I take it, because of
-his red hair?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, not exactly. His name is Sanderson Hyde.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, just so.”</p>
-
-<p>“I took him in to oblige a journalist friend,” added
-Weston, smiling. “It’s always well to stand ace-high
-with the press, you know.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, too,” nodded Nick, now willing to digress.
-“You sent for me to come over here from New
-York, Weston. What do you want of me?”</p>
-
-<p>“You got my wire?”</p>
-
-<p>“Certainly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did Chick come with you?”</p>
-
-<p>“No,” replied Nick, at this reference to his chief assistant.
-“I came over alone.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you busy in New York just now?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m always busy, Weston.”</p>
-
-<p>“Too busy to undertake a little work for me?”</p>
-
-<p>“Where?”</p>
-
-<p>“In and about Boston.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“What’s the nature of it?”</p>
-
-<p>“There is nothing in giving you all of the details,
-Nick, unless you are in a position to accept an offer and
-help me out,” Chief Weston gravely rejoined. “First
-of all, Nick, may I count on you?”</p>
-
-<p>The brows of the celebrated New York detective knit
-a little closer over his keen gray eyes. He drew up a
-bit in his chair, remarking gravely:</p>
-
-<p>“Your business is important, Weston, or you would
-not have sent for me.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very important.”</p>
-
-<p>“A serious matter?”</p>
-
-<p>“Decidedly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have your own men tackled it?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, the very best of them.”</p>
-
-<p>“With no results?”</p>
-
-<p>“None but absolute failure.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are they now at work on the case?”</p>
-
-<p>“Some of them.”</p>
-
-<p>“And you wish me to take a hand in the work?”</p>
-
-<p>“I certainly do.”</p>
-
-<p>“If I consent to do so, Weston, I shall impose one
-condition,” said Nick decidedly.</p>
-
-<p>“I expect it.”</p>
-
-<p>“You do?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Certainly,” nodded the chief. “Am I not familiar
-with your methods? You will require me to order all
-of my men off the case and give it entirely to you.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s the condition,” said Nick bluntly.</p>
-
-<p>“I will accept it.”</p>
-
-<p>“And leave the matter to me alone?”</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely. In no way whatever shall you be interfered
-with.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very good.”</p>
-
-<p>“You will undertake the work for me?”</p>
-
-<p>“I will hear of what it consists,” replied Nick, with
-his curiosity stirred. “If it is all that your remarks
-imply—well, Weston, you may then count on me to give
-it an argument.”</p>
-
-<p>“Capital.”</p>
-
-<p>“Now, cut loose and give me the facts of the case.”</p>
-
-<p>Chief Weston opened a drawer of his desk and took
-out a batch of papers and documents, among which was
-a neatly mounted photograph about five inches square,
-such as may be taken with a small portable camera, or
-a kodak.</p>
-
-<p>While he placed the papers on his desk, he handed
-the photograph to Nick Carter, saying impressively:</p>
-
-<p>“First examine this, Nick, and tell me what you make
-of it.”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER II.
-<br />
-<small>MODERN HIGHWAYMEN.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>While the Boston chief sat silently regarding him,
-Nick Carter studied the photograph attentively for several
-moments.</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!” he presently grunted. “The picture is quite
-plain. Two automobiles appear to have met in a lonely
-woodland road.”</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Only part of one of them is visible in the picture,”
-continued Nick, commenting upon the various details.
-“The picture was evidently taken by an occupant of one
-of the cars.”</p>
-
-<p>“Correct.”</p>
-
-<p>“In the road near the other machine stands a very
-tall woman, closely veiled, who is pointing a revolver,
-evidently at the occupants of the other car.”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“They are not visible in the picture, however, except
-the extended hand of one of them, obviously the hand
-of a woman. She is passing a purse, two watches, and
-what appears to be several pieces of jewelry, to a masked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
-man, who is standing near the woman holding the leveled
-revolver.”</p>
-
-<p>“Those are the main features of the picture, Nick,”
-nodded Weston. “Now, what do you make of it?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick glanced up and replied:</p>
-
-<p>“It looks to me like a hold-up.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s just what it was.”</p>
-
-<p>“When and where?”</p>
-
-<p>“Near the Brookline suburb, about a week ago.”</p>
-
-<p>“Is this the case on which you wish to employ me?”</p>
-
-<p>“One of them.”</p>
-
-<p>“There are others?”</p>
-
-<p>“Fifty, Nick, within the past two months.”</p>
-
-<p>“Whew!” whistled Nick, with brows lifting. “I have
-read in the newspapers that you have had numerous
-highway robberies about here, but I did not imagine them
-to be so frequent as you state.”</p>
-
-<p>“Because only a small part of them have been given
-publicity,” replied Weston. “I have suppressed many,
-Nick, in the hope of thereby getting some traceable clue
-to the crooks.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet you are all still in the dark?”</p>
-
-<p>“Never more so, Nick,” was the grave rejoinder. “In
-the past two months there have been, as I have stated,
-upward of fifty of these highway robberies.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Early and often, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“Decidedly so. These hold-ups have been committed,
-moreover, with a boldness and daring that invests them
-with a peculiarly mysterious character. Whether they
-are the work of two or three professional crooks, or that
-of a larger organized gang of them, is hard to say. At
-all events, Nick, we have been absolutely unable to get
-any traceable clue to the identity, haunts, or headquarters
-of the rascals.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have two of these hold-ups ever been committed at
-precisely the same time?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not that have been reported.”</p>
-
-<p>“If that had occurred,” explained Nick, “it would indicate
-that a considerable gang is at work.”</p>
-
-<p>“Two hold-ups in one evening is the nearest approach
-to it,” said Weston.</p>
-
-<p>“In the same locality?”</p>
-
-<p>“Within a mile of one another.”</p>
-
-<p>“Were the crooks in an automobile?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, in both cases.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then both jobs may have been done by the same
-persons.”</p>
-
-<p>“I feel quite sure of that, Nick, for the same description
-of the thieves and their automobile was given
-me by the victims of both outrages.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Do these crooks always work from an automobile?”</p>
-
-<p>“In the majority of the cases reported,” bowed Weston.
-“Yet at times they have appeared on horseback,
-and on several occasions afoot. The work, Nick, is that
-of two or more men and a woman, as nearly as I can
-judge, and all of them are possessed of extraordinary
-nerve, boldness, and sagacity. They have committed
-these crimes at all hours of the day and night, frequently
-in quite public places, yet they have thus far
-completely evaded detection and pursuit. They invariably
-do their rascally job with a decisiveness and despatch
-that completely awe their victims, who are usually
-so alarmed——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a moment,” said Nick quite abruptly. “I’d like
-to ask you a few questions, Weston.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very well.”</p>
-
-<p>“If I decide to look into this case, I shall then have
-some few points already settled, and will need to waste
-no time in seeking the information myself.”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly,” nodded the chief. “What do you wish to
-know?”</p>
-
-<p>“First, about the crooks themselves,” said Nick. “What
-have you in the way of descriptions of them?”</p>
-
-<p>Chief Weston laughed.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“A variety, Nick, to fit any type of man except a
-humpback or one dismembered,” he replied.</p>
-
-<p>“The descriptions vary, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“I should say so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly the robbers use a different disguise for each
-job.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very likely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Or, as nearly always is the case,” said Nick, “the
-victims of the robbers were so frightened or excited at
-the time that they retain only vague and exaggerated impressions
-of their assailants.”</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely.”</p>
-
-<p>“To illustrate that,” added Nick, “I know of a case of
-a noted prize-fighter, who was held up and robbed of
-his watch and money in broad daylight, and within fifty
-yards of Central Park. He declared that the thief was
-six feet tall, weighed one hundred and eighty pounds,
-and was backed by two confederates, whom he could not
-quite recall. We got the crook next day.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes?”</p>
-
-<p>“He was under five feet, weighed one hundred and
-thirty pounds, and did the job entirely alone.”</p>
-
-<p>“Quite a difference!” exclaimed Weston, laughing
-heartily.</p>
-
-<p>“Rather,” smiled Nick. “As a matter of fact, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
-prize-fighter was so scared when he saw a revolver
-thrust under his nose that the crook loomed as big as a
-house. Probably thinking that such a job would not
-be attempted single-handed, he afterward got it into his
-head that he saw the two confederates, and was so
-thoroughly convinced of the imaginary fact that he really
-believed it. I could cite numerous similar cases.”</p>
-
-<p>“So could I, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“Descriptions are not at all reliable, as you imply, yet
-they sometimes help one a little.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s true.”</p>
-
-<p>“In a general way, then, you think there are at least
-two men and one woman in this gang?”</p>
-
-<p>“The cases reported convince me of that,” bowed
-Weston. “That picture shows the woman, moreover,
-though two men are mentioned in the majority of robberies
-reported.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are the men always masked?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, not always. The woman is invariably veiled,
-however, and the descriptions of the men indicate a frequent
-change of disguise.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is to be expected,” said Nick. “Now, about
-the automobile used by the knaves. Have any attempts
-been made to follow it or to trace it?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Repeated attempts, Nick, all of which have proved
-futile.”</p>
-
-<p>“Has none of the victims been able to report its registered
-number?”</p>
-
-<p>“We have had a dozen different numbers reported,”
-replied Chief Weston; “but investigation showed that
-all of them were fictitious.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet the crooks might be located, chief, if the make
-of the automobile were known,” suggested Nick. “That
-should have been easily learned by some of these people.”</p>
-
-<p>Chief Weston shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“That would be true, Nick, providing the scamps always
-used the same machine,” said he. “Half a score of
-different automobiles have been reported as having been
-used by these knaves at the time of the numerous hold-ups.”</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!” grunted Nick, with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
-“Evidently, then, these crooks have considerable
-money invested in their rascally enterprise.”</p>
-
-<p>“It certainly appears so.”</p>
-
-<p>“How about the horses ridden by them?” Nick next
-inquired. “Can the owner of none of them be discovered?”</p>
-
-<p>“In the few cases in which persons have been held up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
-by a horseman,” replied Weston, “the highwayman has
-usually been alone. According to the description given,
-moreover, he has as many horses as automobiles, for he
-has appeared on grays, bays, blacks, and sorrels.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed at the glibness with which the last was
-said.</p>
-
-<p>“It seems a bit odd to me, Weston, that none of your
-men have been able to get on the track of these desperadoes,”
-he presently rejoined. “It is not often that
-a gang of highwaymen can long escape detection and
-arrest, when at work in and about a city like Boston.”</p>
-
-<p>“They are not ordinary knaves, Nick,” emphatically
-declared Chief Weston. “If they were, we should have
-landed them long ago.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where do these robberies usually occur?”</p>
-
-<p>“Generally in some lonely part of a suburban road,
-though several have taken place in the evening, right
-in the heart of Brookline, Cambridge, and Newton,”
-replied Weston. “It is evident that the crooks select
-their victims from the more wealthy suburbs, presumably
-with a view to obtaining the more plunder.”</p>
-
-<p>“How do they usually proceed?”</p>
-
-<p>“In various ways, Nick, according to my reports. At
-times they block the road with their car and hold up
-the first automobile-party that appears, which, of course,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
-is obliged to stop. Having relieved the travelers of their
-property, the crooks then forced them to turn their machine
-about, under the muzzles of leveled revolvers, and
-depart at full speed. If the frightened victims return in
-a few moments, as once or twice has been the case, they
-reach the scene, only to find that the knaves have fled.”</p>
-
-<p>“Naturally,” said Nick smilingly.</p>
-
-<p>“They have adopted, in fact, innumerable methods for
-holding up an automobile-party,” added Weston, “and
-they invariably intimidate their quarry and get away
-with the goods.”</p>
-
-<p>“Of what does their plunder usually consist?” inquired
-Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Money and jewelry. They take all that their victims
-have, and the most of them give up readily rather
-than take any chances of being shot in cold blood.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have you been able to locate any of the stolen property
-in the pawn-shops?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not a piece of it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Judging from your reports, Weston, what is the value
-of the property thus far secured by these highwaymen?”</p>
-
-<p>“Thousands of dollars, Nick. Close upon fifty thousand,
-at least.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have there been house burglaries about here of
-late?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Very few.”</p>
-
-<p>“It looks, then, as if these knaves were confining themselves
-to this road work.”</p>
-
-<p>“I think so,” bowed Weston.</p>
-
-<p>Nick glanced again at the photograph, which he still
-retained in his hand.</p>
-
-<p>“This was one of these hold-ups, was it?” said he.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“It occurred in Brookline?”</p>
-
-<p>“In a lonely road leading into Brookline,” replied
-Weston. “The victims were Brookline people, and were
-robbed of some five hundred dollars’ worth of diamonds
-and jewelry, including what money they had with them.
-The victims were two ladies, taking an afternoon ride in
-a Stanley machine.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did they have a chauffeur?”</p>
-
-<p>“No.”</p>
-
-<p>“How was that?”</p>
-
-<p>“One of the women, Mrs. Badger, is an expert driver,
-and frequently rides without a chauffeur.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick glanced again at the photograph—little dreaming
-at that moment, however, how important a clue he
-then held in his hand.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER III.
-<br />
-<small>NICK CARTER HELD UP.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>Despite that he then attached no special significance to
-the photograph, the fact that Nick Carter was of a peculiarly
-impressionable nature, and that any unusual circumstance
-quickly stirred his rare detective instinct, appeared
-in his next question and the abruptness with which
-it was asked.</p>
-
-<p>“How did it happen, Weston, that this picture of the
-scene was taken during the robbery?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell you,” replied the Boston chief.</p>
-
-<p>“One moment,” interposed Nick. “First, tell me something
-about the victims of the robbery.”</p>
-
-<p>“The Mrs. Badger mentioned,” replied Weston, “is the
-wife of one Amos G. Badger, a wealthy Boston stock-broker.
-He owns a fine old place on one of the most
-desirable outskirts of Brookline, inherited from his father
-some years ago, and the couple move in the most exclusive
-circles of the local fashionable society. Badger’s
-place is on Laurel Road, and covers several acres.”</p>
-
-<p>“Go on,” nodded Nick; “I follow you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Mrs. Badger’s companion that afternoon was her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
-sister,” continued Weston, “a woman locally famous under
-the name of Madame Victoria.”</p>
-
-<p>“Famous for what?” inquired Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, she claims to be an astrologer, a spiritual
-medium, and a sort of fortune-teller, I believe,” explained
-Chief Weston.</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!”</p>
-
-<p>“At all events, Nick, she does a tremendous business,
-and has a magnificent suite in an office building on Tremont
-Street, directly opposite the Common. No end of
-wealthy and fashionable people consult her, either for
-advice in business or love-affairs—or to get messages
-alleged to come from dead friends,” added Weston,
-laughing a bit derisively.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t take any stock in that stuff,” said Nick
-bluntly.</p>
-
-<p>“Nor do I, Nick,” was the reply. “Yet the woman is
-certainly a character, and, if reports are true, has made
-very many remarkable predictions, and displays a most
-mysterious faculty for communicating with the unseen
-world.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bosh!”</p>
-
-<p>“Like you, Nick, I have no faith in any of that rot!”
-laughed Weston. “Yet I know half a dozen brokers who
-consult her regularly as to the course of the stock-market,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
-as well as many other business men, all of
-whom claim to derive great advantages thereby. Her
-rooms are always occupied by some patron, either male
-or female, and her fees are very high. So there may
-be a little more in it, Nick, than you imagine.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick shook his head incredulously.</p>
-
-<p>“Come back to Hecuba,” he growled. “You say that
-this woman is sister to Badger’s wife?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is her right name?”</p>
-
-<p>“Victoria Clayton.”</p>
-
-<p>“A euphonious name, at least.”</p>
-
-<p>“Badger’s wife was a Claudia Clayton, and at one
-time was on the stage,” continued Weston. “She, too,
-is a remarkably clever and capable woman, an accomplished
-linguist, a votary of physical culture, an expert
-tennis and golf-player, and one of the best cross-country
-riders among the cultured sporting set who lean to such
-pastimes. Both women, in fact, are over the average,
-and out of the ordinary.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did Badger marry his wife from the stage?”</p>
-
-<p>“I think not, Nick. She had retired some time before.
-They have been married about five years, I believe.”</p>
-
-<p>“Come back to the picture,” said Nick. “It must
-have been taken just as the hold-up occurred.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Yes, it was.”</p>
-
-<p>“Were the crooks aware of it?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, indeed.”</p>
-
-<p>“How was the trick pulled off?” demanded Nick curiously.
-“It’s not often that such a clever dodge is played
-upon professional crooks.”</p>
-
-<p>“The woman who did it is clever, just as I tell you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Tell me how it happened.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will give you the facts as they were given to me.”</p>
-
-<p>“By whom?”</p>
-
-<p>“By Amos Badger and his wife,” replied Chief Weston.
-“He notified me by telephone of the robbery, and
-called here with his wife the next morning to report
-the details of the hold-up. Two days later, as soon as
-it could be finished and mounted, Badger brought me
-the photograph.”</p>
-
-<p>“What about the hold-up?”</p>
-
-<p>“It was committed about a week ago, at three o’clock
-in the afternoon,” said Weston. “Mrs. Badger and
-her sister, Madame Victoria, were returning from Canton
-to Brookline. When in a lonely section of a road
-that leads through a considerable belt of woods, they
-rounded a sharp curve and came suddenly upon a large
-automobile standing at an angle across the road. A man
-appeared to be fixing some break in the works, and was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
-crouching beside it, while a woman stood near-by in the
-road, apparently watching him.”</p>
-
-<p>“Were they the only occupants of that car?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, as the picture indicates. They were, too, the
-only persons in sight in either direction.”</p>
-
-<p>“The machine appears to be a Winton.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what it was, Nick, for Mrs. Badger noticed
-it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Go on,” nodded Nick. “What more?”</p>
-
-<p>“Naturally Mrs. Badger slowed down, nearly stopping,
-for the road was almost completely blocked by the
-other car,” continued Weston. “Then the veiled woman
-seen in the picture suddenly stepped forward, leveled a
-revolver, and commanded Mrs. Badger not to start her
-auto without permission.”</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!” exclaimed Nick. “That was bold, indeed.”</p>
-
-<p>“At the same moment the man, who was seen to be
-masked, sprang up and approached the two startled
-women, and commanded them to hand over their jewelry
-and money, and to be very lively about it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Which they did?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, Nick, for the women naturally were much
-alarmed. Both hastened to obey, though Madame Victoria
-did, I believe, undertake to make some argument<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
-or protest. She was cut short, however, with a threat
-that quickly silenced her.”</p>
-
-<p>“I see.”</p>
-
-<p>“She had on the seat of the car, however, a small
-camera, which she frequently carries, one of her fads
-being that of securing pretty views, of which she has
-several large volumes. Looking down, she observed it,
-and had the presence of mind to conceal it with her
-hand, at the same time snapping it and luckily catching
-the picture you have there. I told her it was a clever
-piece of work, Nick, yet it is much to be regretted that
-the faces of the crooks were covered. Otherwise, we
-should possess a clue well worth having.”</p>
-
-<p>“I believe your story,” assented Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“The crooks, having secured their plunder, ordered
-the women to drive on, which they were very willing to
-do,” concluded Weston. “They were too frightened to
-venture back in pursuit of the rascals, but hurried home,
-to notify me by telephone.”</p>
-
-<p>For some moments Nick had worn a decidedly
-thoughtful expression, as if he already had some project
-in his mind. Before the chief had fairly ceased speaking,
-moreover, Nick said bluntly:</p>
-
-<p>“I’d like to talk with Mrs. Badger.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“By telephone?” inquired Weston, wondering at the
-wish.</p>
-
-<p>“No, personally.”</p>
-
-<p>“You may easily do so by going out to Brookline.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll go!” exclaimed Nick, abruptly rising. “I suppose
-I may keep this photograph for a short time?”</p>
-
-<p>“Certainly.”</p>
-
-<p>“As regards my undertaking to round up the rascals
-guilty of these robberies—well, I will give you my answer
-a little later,” Nick went on to say, as he opened
-the door by which he had entered. “I have no doubt,
-old friend, that it will be a favorable answer.”</p>
-
-<p>“I hope so, Nick, I’m sure,” declared Weston, as he
-followed the former into the outer office, where Nick
-briefly halted.</p>
-
-<p>Sanderson Hyde, perched upon a stool in the enclosure,
-appeared busy over his books, not so much as looking up
-at the intruders.</p>
-
-<p>“Are you going out at once?” inquired Weston.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes,” replied Nick, slipping the photograph into his
-pocket. “There are a few questions I wish to ask Mrs.
-Amos Badger. If I can find a public automobile, Weston,
-I think I will go out there in it. It’s the quickest
-conveyance, and this is a fine morning for a ride.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll find what you want at the corner below,” replied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
-Weston. “The machine is all right, and so is the
-man. Grady is his name. Mention mine, Nick, and
-there’ll be no charges.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I’ll see that Grady gets his fee, all right,” laughed
-Nick, as he turned to leave the office. “I’ll see you later,
-Weston, probably early this afternoon.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do so,” nodded the latter.</p>
-
-<p>Then he turned to the busy clerk and added, a bit
-sharply:</p>
-
-<p>“What did you say to that man, Hyde, when he came
-in here this morning?”</p>
-
-<p>Young Sanderson Hyde looked up with raised brows.</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing of consequence, chief,” he respectfully answered.
-“Only a few words about sending in his card.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know the man?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, sir. I don’t recall ever having seen him.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, the next time you see him take a good look at
-him, for that man is Nick Carter, the greatest detective
-that ever stood in leather.”</p>
-
-<p>“The dickens!” gasped Hyde, with manifest astonishment.
-“You don’t mean it, chief! Not Nick Carter
-himself?”</p>
-
-<p>“I always say what I mean,” growled Weston. “Hereafter,
-show him into my office without delay.”</p>
-
-<p>The catlike eyes followed the burly figure of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
-speaker as he returned through the passage, and presently
-the snap of the catch-lock sounded through the
-office.</p>
-
-<p>Then Mr. Hyde laid down his pen and came out of
-the enclosure. His tread was more light and cautious
-than ordinary business should have required. He glanced
-sharply into both of the adjoining corridors, listened intently
-for a moment, then darted into a telephone-closet
-near-by and tightly closed the door.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter found Grady on the corner mentioned, a
-shrewd-looking young Irishman, seated in an excellent
-runabout, reading the morning newspaper.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know Laurel Road, Brookline, Mr. Grady?”
-asked Nick, halting beside the machine.</p>
-
-<p>“I know pretty near where it is, sir,” said Grady, alert
-for business. “I can find it for you, all right.”</p>
-
-<p>“Take me out there,” said Nick, mounting to the seat.
-“To the house of Mr. Amos Badger.”</p>
-
-<p>“The broker, sir,” nodded Grady. “I know the man,
-sir. I’ll land you out there in thirty minutes, sir, or
-less, if you say the word.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m in no special hurry,” said Nick. “Keep down
-to the speed limit.”</p>
-
-<p>He did not tell Grady his name, nor that he came
-from the police headquarters. Neither did he enter into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
-much conversation with the man, for Nick was absorbed
-in thought about the disclosures made him, and the various
-possibilities of the work he was invited to undertake.</p>
-
-<p>Grady, on his part, was not quite as good as his word.
-He ran a mile or two out of the direct course to Laurel
-Road, and then he had to round the great Chestnut Hill
-reservoir in order to hit the right track.</p>
-
-<p>There are numerous wooded roads on the outskirts of
-fashionable Brookline, along which the attractive dwellings
-are much scattered, or divided by extensive estates;
-and through one of these roads Grady was sending his
-machine at a faster clip, to make up for lost time.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly, from out a little piece of woods some fifty
-yards away, a drunken fellow came staggering into the
-road, much as if he had just awakened from a nap in
-the shrubbery; and Nick Carter, being the first to see
-him, said quickly to his driver:</p>
-
-<p>“Look out for that chap, Grady.”</p>
-
-<p>“I see him, sir,” nodded Grady.</p>
-
-<p>“He has a load aboard.”</p>
-
-<p>“I should say so.”</p>
-
-<p>The intoxicated man now heard the automobile approaching
-him from behind. He turned around, halting
-unsteadily in the middle of the road, where he stood<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
-swaying and staring as if too fuddled to know which side
-of the road to seek to avoid being run over.</p>
-
-<p>Grady naturally slowed down when scarcely twenty
-feet from the fellow.</p>
-
-<p>“Get out of the road!” he impatiently yelled. “Take
-one side or the other, blast you!”</p>
-
-<p>The auto had come to a dead stop.</p>
-
-<p>The man in the road reeled a little to one side—and
-a little nearer.</p>
-
-<p>Then, with movements as quick and decisive as a lightning
-stroke, he sprang forward, whipped out a brace of
-revolvers, leveled them straight at the heads of the
-two men in the auto, and sharply cried:</p>
-
-<p>“Hands up! If you start that machine, driver, I’ll
-blow your head off!”</p>
-
-<p>The voice was as firm and cold as ice, yet it had a
-ring as threatening as when blades of steel cross in
-deadly combat.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter fairly caught his breath.</p>
-
-<p>“Held up, by thunder!” was his first thought.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER IV.
-<br />
-<small>THE ESCAPE.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>How to get the best of the highwayman was Nick
-Carter’s second thought.</p>
-
-<p>This did not look to be easy, yet Nick’s hand instinctively
-went toward his hip pocket.</p>
-
-<p>“Stop! Hands up!”</p>
-
-<p>The reiterated command fairly cut the air with its
-threatening intensity.</p>
-
-<p>Grady’s hands were already reaching after clouds.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter’s now followed suit, and went into the
-air.</p>
-
-<p>In the voice, eyes, and attitude of the ruffian in the
-road, there was that which convinced Nick that disobedience
-and defiance would certainly invite a bullet.</p>
-
-<p>He saw, moreover, that the aim of the scoundrel was
-true to the mark, and that the finger on the trigger of
-the weapon covering his own breast was already beginning
-to contract, during the moment that he showed
-signs of giving fight.</p>
-
-<p>“If one of you move before I command it,” said the
-highwayman, “I will instantly open fire upon you. And
-I never miss my aim!”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The threat was as calmly made as if the speaker had
-merely inquired the time of day, yet the voice did not
-for a moment lose its terribly convincing ring.</p>
-
-<p>Nick seized the opportunity to look him over, and he
-felt comparatively sure that he was up against the same
-man that appeared in the Badger photograph.</p>
-
-<p>The fellow was roughly clad at this time, however,
-with a soft felt hat drawn over his brows.</p>
-
-<p>He was a well-built, athletic man, apparently somewhere
-in the forties; yet he was as quick as a cat in his
-movements, and evidently was endowed with supple
-muscles and nerves of steel.</p>
-
-<p>The rascal was heavily bearded, yet this did not figure
-for much with Nick Carter. He rightly judged that the
-man was carefully disguised, yet the make-up was so
-cleverly prepared and adjusted that Nick, despite his
-experience in such artifices, could not detect it.</p>
-
-<p>What Nick chiefly noted, in fact, was that the eyes of
-the man had in them the piercing gleam of deadly resolution,
-a fixed and vicious determination to execute the
-desperate deed that he had undertaken. There was no
-sign of intoxication now, which plainly had been assumed
-only for the purpose of holding up the travelers.</p>
-
-<p>Though not lacking in courage, Nick Carter had his
-share of wisdom and discretion. He saw at a glance<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
-that he was entirely helpless for the moment, at least,
-and he had no idea of deliberately inviting a bullet.</p>
-
-<p>Such stirring episodes occur in a very few moments,
-and not thirty seconds had passed since the hold-up,
-when the voice of the highwayman again cut sharply
-upon the morning air.</p>
-
-<p>“Chauffeur, you do what I command, or worse will be
-yours,” he cried sternly. “Lower one of your hands and
-remove your employer’s watch.”</p>
-
-<p>Grady hesitated for the bare fraction of a second.</p>
-
-<p>Nick saw the hand clutching one of the weapons begin
-to contract.</p>
-
-<p>“Obey him, Grady,” said he, with ominous curtness.</p>
-
-<p>“Bedad, I don’t like——”</p>
-
-<p>“One more second, and I’ll——”</p>
-
-<p>“Obey him!” hissed Nick, with suppressed vehemence.
-“Obey him, you idiot!”</p>
-
-<p>Nick saw at a glance that that one more second would
-have ended with Grady’s receiving an ounce of lead.</p>
-
-<p>Grady had the true grit and pugnacious characteristics
-of an Irishman, but he now dropped one hand and removed
-Nick’s watch and chain.</p>
-
-<p>The highwayman came a step nearer, until he stood
-barely six feet away in the dusty road.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Toss them to the ground at my feet,” he commanded,
-with his evil eye fixed upon the chauffeur.</p>
-
-<p>“Do so, Grady,” said Nick.</p>
-
-<p>Grady obeyed with an ugly scowl, and the watch and
-chain landed in the dust at the ruffian’s feet.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, your employer’s purse.”</p>
-
-<p>“In the breast pocket of my vest, Grady.”</p>
-
-<p>“Look lively.”</p>
-
-<p>Grady dove into Nick’s vest and drew out his pocketbook.</p>
-
-<p>Nick still sat with his hands in the air, but not for a
-moment did his eyes leave those of the highwayman.</p>
-
-<p>Though at first inclined to send Grady into his hip
-pocket after his revolver, Nick realized that the Irishman
-might not be quick and accurate in using it, and
-also that the crook was alert to their every move. The
-hazard was too great to be taken, and Nick decided to
-submit to the situation for the time being, and watch
-for an opportunity to turn the tables on the rascal.</p>
-
-<p>Grady drew out the pocketbook, which contained
-about a hundred dollars and a few unimportant papers.</p>
-
-<p>“Toss it into the road,” commanded the highwayman.</p>
-
-<p>“Let it go, Grady,” said Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Your employer has more wisdom than you, Grady,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
-said the crook, with a threatening sneer. “Obey at
-once, or I’ll let daylight into you.”</p>
-
-<p>Grady tossed the pocketbook after the watch and chain.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, up with your hands again!”</p>
-
-<p>“Bedad, mister, some day the boot’ll be on the other
-leg,” snarled Grady, as he obeyed.</p>
-
-<p>“It’ll not be to-day, Grady, take my word for that,”
-retorted the ruffian.</p>
-
-<p>“The day will come, nevertheless,” Nick Carter now
-said, with ominous quietude.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you think so?”</p>
-
-<p>“I certainly do.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I don’t.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is because you do not know who I am,” said
-Nick pointedly.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t care who you are.”</p>
-
-<p>“You don’t, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“I certainly don’t.”</p>
-
-<p>“You will change your mind later.”</p>
-
-<p>The scene was a curious one, the two men in the runabout
-seated with their hands high above their heads,
-while the man in the road stood as coolly intimidating
-them as if not the slightest danger existed for him,
-either from them or the sudden approach of some intruders
-upon the scene.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick had begun the conversation with the scamp in
-the hope of catching him napping for an instant, or that
-some person or another automobile might appear; but
-neither of them seemed probable, for the woodland road
-was deserted, and the highwayman did not for a second
-relax his vigilance or lower his leveled weapons.</p>
-
-<p>With Nick Carter’s last remark, however, the rascal’s
-eyes took on an uglier gleam, and he evidently decided
-that he had better not defer making his escape. That
-he was clever in so doing, and foresaw that his victims
-might possibly be armed, appeared in the way he accomplished
-it.</p>
-
-<p>With both men constantly under his eyes, he said
-sternly:</p>
-
-<p>“The slightest move by either of you will cost him
-his life. I warn you that I shall instantly fire, not caution
-you again; so keep that in mind, and be wise.”</p>
-
-<p>Then he slipped one of his revolvers into his coat
-pocket.</p>
-
-<p>With the other weapon constantly covering his victims,
-with his gaze never leaving them, he slowly
-crouched down and groped over the ground till he had
-secured the plunder lying there, which he also dropped
-into his pocket.</p>
-
-<p>Then he rose erect again, and drew his other weapon.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick was mentally praying for an opportunity to get
-just one shot at the knave when he resorted to flight.</p>
-
-<p>The flight of the rascal, however, was as original and
-unexpected as his every other move had been.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, Grady,” said he, with threatening austerity,
-“you do just what I tell you, neither more nor less.”</p>
-
-<p>“Begorra! it looks as if I’d have to.”</p>
-
-<p>“You bet you will!”</p>
-
-<p>“What is it?”</p>
-
-<p>“You start that machine of yours slowly, and turn
-it into the shrubbery at that side of the road.”</p>
-
-<p>“How am I going to start it with me hands in the
-air,” snarled Grady, who had really seen Nick’s desire to
-delay matters.</p>
-
-<p>The voice of the highwayman again took on that
-vicious ring which had warned Nick not to oppose him
-then and there.</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t you speak again, Grady, or this gun will drown
-the sound of your voice,” he cried quickly. “You start
-that machine and turn it into the shrubbery—and don’t
-forget, either of you, that I shall keep you constantly
-covered. Start her up, Grady, and turn sharp out of
-the road!”</p>
-
-<p>With the ugliest kind of a scowl, Grady gripped the
-steering-bar and slowly started the runabout, turning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
-toward the shrubbery that lined the road in that locality.</p>
-
-<p>Just as the Irishman did so, however, there suddenly
-sounded from up the road the warning toot of an automobile-horn.</p>
-
-<p>“Steady!—not a move!” yelled the robber warningly.
-“If you drop your hands, mister, I’ll fire!”</p>
-
-<p>Nick could not then see the scoundrel, for he had
-darted back of the runabout when Grady turned it from
-the road.</p>
-
-<p>Glancing quickly in the direction from which the horn
-had sounded, however, Nick now beheld a large touring-car
-come sweeping around a sharp curve of the road,
-some thirty yards away.</p>
-
-<p>It was driven by a man with a beard, who was the
-one occupant of the car, and whose eyes and features
-were almost entirely masked with a pair of huge dust-glasses.</p>
-
-<p>Nick now thought he could see a favorable finish to
-this unexpected hold-up, for the touring-car was approaching
-at a high rate of speed, and the escape of the
-thief appeared next to impossible.</p>
-
-<p>Yet the latter, while reiterating his threatening commands,
-only backed a few paces toward the middle of
-the road.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The man in the approaching car evidently saw what
-was going on, and he began to slow down.</p>
-
-<p>The rear of the runabout was now toward the road,
-with the machine half-hidden in the shrubbery.</p>
-
-<p>“Stop her!” whispered Nick, not yet venturing to turn
-about on the seat. “Stop her at once!”</p>
-
-<p>He did not wish to go too far in from the road.</p>
-
-<p>Grady felt that he was taking his life in his hand—yet
-he promptly obeyed.</p>
-
-<p>Instantly two sharp reports of a revolver rang out on
-the morning air.</p>
-
-<p>The reports were followed by others, nearly as loud,
-occasioned by the bursting of the two rear tires of the
-runabout.</p>
-
-<p>The highwayman had sent a bullet through each
-rubber tire, obviously bent upon partly disabling the
-runabout and thus preventing pursuit.</p>
-
-<p>Then, just as the huge touring-car arrived upon the
-scene, the daring rascal darted back through the veil
-of smoke from his weapons and leaped aboard the car.</p>
-
-<p>“Let her go!” he yelled commandingly.</p>
-
-<p>The driver instantly gave her full speed, and the car
-swept on down the road with the velocity of an express-train.</p>
-
-<p>Already upon his feet in the runabout, Nick Carter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
-whipped out his revolver and fired twice at the occupants
-of the departing car. His aim was ruined by
-Grady, however, who excitedly began backing the runabout
-into the road, and Nick’s bullets went wide of
-their mark.</p>
-
-<p>In ten seconds the touring-car was vanishing in a
-cloud of dust around a distant curve of the road.</p>
-
-<p>“Hold on!” roared Grady, thinking Nick was about
-to alight in the road. “I’ll follow them divils, sir, tires
-or no tires!”</p>
-
-<p>“Follow nothing!” growled Nick, thrusting his revolver
-back into his pocket. “You might as well try
-to follow a streak of lightning.”</p>
-
-<p>“Will you let that blackguard escape?”</p>
-
-<p>“Let him escape!” exclaimed Nick derisively. “I
-should say, Grady, that he has already escaped. You
-could not overtake him with this machine if your life
-depended upon it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bedad, that’s right, sir,” Grady now admitted, more
-calmly. “Yet the man in that car may try to do the
-rascal——”</p>
-
-<p>“Bosh!” interrupted Nick, with a growl. “The driver
-of that car was the robber’s confederate.”</p>
-
-<p>“D’ye think so?”</p>
-
-<p>“I know so, Grady,” declared Nick, now plainly seeing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
-how the entire job, which had taken less than five minutes,
-had been planned and executed.</p>
-
-<p>“I suspected as much when the man slowed down only
-enough to let the crook aboard,” added Nick. “His approach
-was timed to a nicety. It’s odds that he was
-watching the hold-up from beyond the curve of the road,
-and that he knew just when the other wanted him to approach.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bedad, sir, I reckon you’re right.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, we have much the worse of it for the present,
-Grady, and have been held up by two of the gang of
-crooks now at work in these parts,” added Nick. “But
-I will yet break even with them, I give you my word
-for that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Me tires——”</p>
-
-<p>“I will see that you are paid for them,” interrupted
-Nick, much to Grady’s satisfaction. “Can you run the
-machine back to town as it is?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure, sir, I can.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I don’t wish to return quite yet.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“Keep on, Grady, and take me to Badger’s house,”
-Nick bruskly commanded. “Look lively, too! This
-does settle it, Grady, as far as I am concerned.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“What d’ye mean, sir?”</p>
-
-<p>“I mean that I will land this gang of highway robbers,
-every man and woman of them, or lose a leg in the
-attempt,” cried Nick, with Chief Weston’s request then
-in his mind. “That’s what I mean, Grady. Let her go
-lively, my man, and head straight for Amos Badger’s
-house.”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.
-<br />
-<small>THE HOUSE IN LAUREL ROAD.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>The direction taken by Nick Carter and Grady to
-reach Laurel Road and the house of Amos Badger was
-the same as that in which the highwayman had fled with
-his confederate in the touring-car.</p>
-
-<p>Nick felt some little chagrin over thus having been
-successfully held up and robbed, yet this feeling was
-somewhat assuaged by the fact that he had obtained a
-good look at the thief, and had a clear impression of
-his general features.</p>
-
-<p>Nick felt quite sure, despite the rascal’s disguise, that
-he could identify him if they again met, or, at least,
-recognize his peculiarly keen eyes and cutting voice.</p>
-
-<p>Though it then gave him no surprise, the distance to
-Laurel Road from, the scene of the hold-up was less than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
-a quarter of a mile, and then about the same distance
-to the place owned and occupied by Mr. Amos Badger.</p>
-
-<p>The surroundings were about as stated by Chief
-Weston.</p>
-
-<p>The road ran through an extreme outskirt of the
-town, and was for the most part shut in by woods,
-cleared only here and there for building.</p>
-
-<p>There were but three dwellings on this secluded road,
-none of which was within view of Badger’s place, which
-was less modern and much more extensive than the
-others, as if it had been a family homestead for several
-generations.</p>
-
-<p>Nick surveyed the place with some interest as he approached
-it.</p>
-
-<p>The house was a large, wooden mansion, standing fully
-fifty yards from the road. It had a broad veranda in
-front and on one side, the latter terminating with a porte-cochère
-at the side entrance of the house.</p>
-
-<p>A gravel driveway between a double row of elms and
-beeches led in from the road, passing the front and one
-side of the house, then leading out to a large stable well
-to the rear of the dwelling.</p>
-
-<p>In addition to these there were several wooden outbuildings,
-one of which was a long carriage-house adjoining
-the stable.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The features mentioned, together with the broad estate
-covered with garden plots and shade trees, with a background
-of woods in the near distance, gave the entire
-place a rural aspect not often seen so near a large and
-thickly settled town.</p>
-
-<p>As the runabout sped up the long driveway, Nick saw
-a man cleaning a large automobile just beyond the porte-cochère;
-but the vehicle bore no resemblance to the one
-in which the crooks had fled, and the circumstance did
-not then appeal to him with any special significance.</p>
-
-<p>“Run round to the side entrance, Grady,” said he.
-“I’ll ask that workman who’s at home.”</p>
-
-<p>Grady nodded, and presently brought the runabout to
-a stop under the porte-cochère.</p>
-
-<p>Nick quickly sprang down and approached the man
-at work near-by. Instead of making any inquiry concerning
-the inmates of the house, however, Nick abruptly
-demanded:</p>
-
-<p>“Have you seen an automobile pass along Laurel Road,
-my man?”</p>
-
-<p>My man was one Jerry Conley, chauffeur, hostler, and
-all-round workman out of doors for Mr. Amos Badger.
-He was a short, stocky man, of about thirty years, with a
-head nearly as round as a bullet. His face was smoothly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
-shaven, and was lighted by a pair of as shifty, crafty
-eyes as ever lighted a human countenance.</p>
-
-<p>They came round with half a leer to meet those of the
-detective, while the man arose from his work on the car.
-Wiping his hands on his overalls, he indulged in a series
-of jerky nods, steadily eying Nick all the while, then
-deliberately inquired:</p>
-
-<p>“What’s that you say?”</p>
-
-<p>“I asked if you had seen an automobile pass along
-Laurel Road,” replied Nick, not half-liking the fellow’s
-looks.</p>
-
-<p>“Aye, I have,” said Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“Which way did it go?”</p>
-
-<p>“Which one d’ye mean?”</p>
-
-<p>“Which one?” echoed Nick, sharply eying the fellow.
-“I mean one that may have passed within five or ten
-minutes.”</p>
-
-<p>It was then less than ten minutes since the robbery.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, if that’s what you mean, mister, I haven’t seen
-any,” Conley now vouchsafed, with a less steadfast
-scrutiny of Nick’s countenance.</p>
-
-<p>“You haven’t, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not to-day.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did you think I meant last week?”</p>
-
-<p>“I didn’t think at all, mister,” said Conley, stooping<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
-to pick up a bit of cotton waste from the ground. “I
-only heard what you asked, and that was whether I’d seen
-an automobile pass along Laurel Road. I’ve seen hundreds
-of ’em, mister, but none this morning.”</p>
-
-<p>“You should have known that I meant this morning.”</p>
-
-<p>“So I would, mister, if you’d said this morning,”
-Conley replied, with a leer. “I never know more’n I’m
-paid for knowing.”</p>
-
-<p>“See here, my man,” said Nick quite sternly. “If the
-master you serve carries the same cut of jib as yourself,
-it’s long odds that he——”</p>
-
-<p>What more Nick would have said was abruptly withheld,
-however, for his quick ear heard the side door of
-the house opened, and then the fall of a man’s feet on
-the veranda, followed by the inquiry:</p>
-
-<p>“What’s the trouble, Jerry?”</p>
-
-<p>“None at all, sir,” replied Conley, turning with a grin
-to his questioner. “Not unless this gentleman is looking
-for trouble, which I reckon he isn’t.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick had already turned to survey the first speaker,
-whom he rightly conjectured might be Mr. Amos
-Badger, despite that it was then an hour when a stock-broker
-should have been busy at the market.</p>
-
-<p>He stood near the rail of the veranda, an erect, well-built
-man of forty, cleanly shaven, with dark hair and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
-eyes, the latter lighting a rather attractive yet noticeably
-strong and determined face.</p>
-
-<p>He was in slippers, and wore a house-jacket of figured
-woolen, while his neck was bandaged with several thicknesses
-of red flannel, as if he was afflicted with a sore
-throat or with a cold. This was further evinced by his
-hoarse voice when addressing Conley, yet his gaze all the
-while was fixed upon the detective.</p>
-
-<p>Nick promptly took up the remark of the chauffeur,
-saying, with a quiet laugh:</p>
-
-<p>“No, I’m not specially looking for trouble. I have
-had enough of it for one day.”</p>
-
-<p>“Enough of trouble?” inquired Badger, with an air of
-wonderment at Nick’s meaning.</p>
-
-<p>“Quite enough, sir, and at considerable expense. I’m
-out a valuable watch and chain also what money I had
-on my person.”</p>
-
-<p>“Not robbed?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what,” nodded Nick. “Held up by the crooks
-who are doing such rascally work in these parts. But
-there’ll come a day of reckoning, sir, you may safely
-wager your whole fortune on that.”</p>
-
-<p>There stole into Badger’s dark eyes, which were
-still fixed upon Nick’s face, a momentary gleam of resentment.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“What sent you here so quickly after being robbed?”
-he asked, with sinister inflection. “Did you expect to
-find the thieves in my house?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, no, not at all.”</p>
-
-<p>“Or did you come to condole with me over a like
-mishap, since misery likes company? The headquarters
-of the police is, I should say, the proper place for you
-to have hurriedly visited.”</p>
-
-<p>“I have just come from there,” replied Nick, a bit
-dryly.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, that is different.”</p>
-
-<p>“I merely asked that man if he had seen an automobile
-pass,” added Nick, now approaching the veranda-steps.
-“As a matter of fact, sir, I was on my way to
-this house when I was held up by the crooks. Is Mrs.
-Badger at home this morning, or her husband?”</p>
-
-<p>“Both are at home.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, very good!” exclaimed Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“I am Mr. Badger.”</p>
-
-<p>“I would like a brief interview with you and your
-wife.”</p>
-
-<p>“Regarding what?”</p>
-
-<p>“The recent robbery of which your wife was a victim.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you a reporter?”</p>
-
-<p>“I am a detective.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“From Pemberton Square?”</p>
-
-<p>“From New York,” replied Nick. “Yet I have just
-come from Chief Weston’s office, in Boston, and at his
-request I shall undertake to run down the gang of thieves
-who are at work in this section.”</p>
-
-<p>Though a doubtful smile curled Badger’s thin, firm
-lips at this confident announcement, he at once displayed
-more cordiality when Nick stated his vocation.</p>
-
-<p>“I hope that you may succeed, officer,” said he, with
-the same husky voice. “Come into the house. From
-New York, did you say?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes,” replied Nick, entering. “You may wait for
-me, Grady.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right, sir,” cried Grady, from his seat in the runabout.</p>
-
-<p>“What name, officer?” inquired Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“My name is Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“Not Nick Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“The same.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger appeared surprised, Nick observed, and his
-eyes lighted. He quickly extended his hand, saying
-heartily, in wheezy tones:</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well, I’m glad to meet you, Detective Carter,
-and to hear that you think of getting after these highwaymen.
-I know you by reputation, sir, and I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
-no doubt that you will accomplish more than is being
-done by Weston’s pack of mongrels. Forsooth, if you
-do not, you will accomplish very little.”</p>
-
-<p>The last was said with a covert sneer that fell unpleasantly
-on Nick’s ears. He decided, however, that Badger
-was probably nettled by the failure of the Boston detectives
-to recover the property of which his wife had
-been robbed, and Nick thought no more of the matter
-at that time.</p>
-
-<p>As he followed the man into the attractively furnished
-library, from the windows of which could be seen the
-stable and driveway, Nick agreeably rejoined:</p>
-
-<p>“I am told that not much progress is being made
-against these road robbers?”</p>
-
-<p>“None at all, Mr. Carter, that I can discover,” replied
-Badger, with a scornful shrug of his shoulders. “Here
-is my wife, sir. Claudia, this is Detective Carter, of
-New York, sent out here by Chief Weston to inquire
-about the robbery. My wife, Mr. Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>In the light of what Chief Weston had told him
-about her, Nick surveyed the woman with more than
-cursory interest.</p>
-
-<p>Though now but thirty, she still retained in face and
-figure most of the beauty and freshness of youth. She
-was dark, like her husband, and rather above medium<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
-height, with a figure at once noticeable for its grace and
-suppleness. She had clean-cut features, a firm mouth
-and chin, with a square jaw that plainly indicated more
-than ordinary womanly strength.</p>
-
-<p>She met Nick with a lively flash of her dark eyes,
-and said agreeably, as they shook hands:</p>
-
-<p>“I am pleased to see you, Detective Carter. I do hope
-you’ll excuse my husband’s appearance, however, for he
-looks dreadfully with those red flannels around his neck.
-A sore throat has confined him to the house several days,
-and he insists that nothing but red flannel bandages will
-cure——”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, never mind my looks, Claudia,” interrupted Badger
-petulantly. “Mr. Carter can put up with my looks,
-I’m sure, and probably he has more important business
-than that of discussing the curative virtues of red flannel
-bandages.”</p>
-
-<p>“No apology is necessary, Mrs. Badger, I assure you,”
-smiled Nick, as he accepted a chair. “I did have a little
-business with you when I started for here this morning, but
-I do not now regard it as important.”</p>
-
-<p>“How is that?” inquired Badger, with a furtive gleam
-of distrust in his watchful eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“It has lost the element of importance,” laughed Nick.
-“I did intend to question you closely as to the personal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
-appearance of the rascals by whom you were robbed,
-Mrs. Badger, but since I have now seen one of them
-myself, I need make no inquiries. I have no doubt that
-the rascal I encountered was the same by whom you
-were robbed.”</p>
-
-<p>“You don’t mean that you, too, have been robbed?”
-exclaimed Claudia, with countenance reflecting profound
-amazement.</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly,” nodded Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“When?”</p>
-
-<p>“This morning.”</p>
-
-<p>“On your way here?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well! What are these suburban roads coming
-to, Amos?” cried the woman, quite aghast. “It soon
-will not be safe to venture even into one’s front yard.”</p>
-
-<p>“I believe you,” said Badger, with a wheezy growl.
-“I do hope, Mr. Carter, that you’ll accomplish something.
-What do you intend doing toward rounding up
-these scoundrels?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed and shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“That is a difficult question for me to answer at present,”
-said he. “I must first discover some clue with
-which to start, some thread that is strong enough to follow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
-and which possibly may lead to the identification
-of the knaves and where they are located.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have you any such clue at present?” inquired Mrs.
-Badger, with a smile and glance well calculated to invite
-a frank rejoinder.</p>
-
-<p>“Not the slightest.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s too bad.”</p>
-
-<p>“Stay,” added Nick, as if with an afterthought. “I
-believe I have something that may prove of advantage.”</p>
-
-<p>“Good enough!” exclaimed Badger, with eyes dilating
-curiously. “Of what does it consist, Mr. Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick was then reaching into his breast pocket, and
-did not observe the speaker’s quickened interest, which
-had not been betrayed in his husky voice.</p>
-
-<p>“A photograph,” he replied, producing it. “The one
-taken by you, Mrs. Badger, at the time you were robbed.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, you are mistaken about that, Detective Carter,”
-Claudia quickly exclaimed.</p>
-
-<p>“Mistaken?”</p>
-
-<p>“I took no photograph, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet——”</p>
-
-<p>“It was taken by my sister, Miss Clayton,” interrupted
-Mrs. Badger. “Dear me, I couldn’t have done it for
-my life. I was so unnerved by the terrible episode and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
-sight of the robber’s revolver that I had no power to see
-or do anything except what he commanded.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet one of them was a woman,” smiled Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“I admit that, sir, but she had a revolver, and the
-mere sight of a weapon has always terrified me,” explained
-Claudia, with a shudder.</p>
-
-<p>“You were quite sure that she was a woman?” inquired
-Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“That it was not a man clad in woman’s apparel?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, absolutely. Her voice would have convinced me
-of her sex.”</p>
-
-<p>“A voice may be assumed.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet I am positive that I am right.”</p>
-
-<p>“She was thickly veiled, I understand?”</p>
-
-<p>“True.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then you did not see her face?”</p>
-
-<p>“I did not.”</p>
-
-<p>“Her figure, as seen in the photograph, appears very tall—too
-tall for a woman,” persisted Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Nevertheless, Detective Carter, I am positive that she
-was a woman, and not a man in female apparel,” declared
-Mrs. Badger, with emphasis. “Not only her garments
-and voice plainly prove it, but I also noticed her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
-hands. They were too slender, white, and well formed
-for the hands of a man.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick now laughed lightly, remarking, in bantering
-tones, not then attributing any serious weight to his
-words:</p>
-
-<p>“That last, Mrs. Badger, is capital. Yet I must observe
-that, for one too terrified at the time to say or do
-anything but obey the commands of that brace of crooks,
-you did note some quite delicate details. Small hands,
-eh? Well, well, I think quite likely you are right.”</p>
-
-<p>A wave of crimson had risen over Mrs. Badger’s face,
-while on that of her husband a darker frown was settling.</p>
-
-<p>“I only happened to notice the woman’s hands, Detective
-Carter, merely because she held in one of them the
-revolver by which I was so frightened, and from which
-I scarcely could take my eyes. Naturally, then, I noticed
-the hand that held it.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick vaguely wondered why she had gone to the
-trouble to make this explanation, for there seemed to him
-to be no special occasion for it; and before he could
-frame any reply, Badger huskily demanded, with sinister
-curiosity:</p>
-
-<p>“Why are you pressing such questions as these, Detective<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
-Carter? I fail to see that they signify anything
-very important.”</p>
-
-<p>“It signifies considerable to me, Mr. Badger, this
-question of sex,” replied Nick, with a quiet laugh.</p>
-
-<p>“Why so?”</p>
-
-<p>“Because I shall be able to proceed much more intelligently,
-sooner or later, if I know positively that this
-gang of crooks consists only of men, one or more of
-whom is masquerading at times as a woman.”</p>
-
-<p>“There is something in that,” admitted Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“Female highwaymen are not common in these days,”
-added Nick pointedly; “and I find it hard to credit the
-evidence presented in this photograph, despite your wife’s
-very natural confidence in the reliability of her own eyes.”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t much wonder at it,” Badger now laughed indifferently.</p>
-
-<p>“It is not at all material who took the photograph,”
-Nick went on. “I understand that Miss Clayton has an
-office in town. I think I will call upon her this morning,
-in the hope that she may have seen something worthy
-of note at the time of the robbery. Am I likely to find
-her at this hour?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, surely,” exclaimed Mrs. Badger, rising. “If you
-will wait just one moment, Detective Carter, I will give
-you her business-card.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“If you please.”</p>
-
-<p>“You will then have no trouble in finding her rooms.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick bowed, then arose and took his hat from the
-table.</p>
-
-<p>Both Badger and his wife accompanied him to the
-door, the latter giving him the card mentioned, and the
-former remarking, as Nick descended the steps and entered
-the runabout:</p>
-
-<p>“I hope you’ll inform me, Mr. Carter, if you get any
-reliable clue to the identity of these rascals. If I can aid
-you in any way, moreover, I beg that you will command
-me.”</p>
-
-<p>“Thank you,” returned Nick, nodding for Grady to
-start the machine. “I will bear it in mind, Mr. Badger.”</p>
-
-<p>As he rode down the driveway he read the card which
-he still retained in his hand, but the name of Miss Clayton
-did not appear upon it.</p>
-
-<p>It was the card of—Madame Victoria.</p>
-
-<p>It gave the street and number of her suite of rooms,
-and announced that she was an astrologer, an impressionist,
-and a spiritualist medium. It further stated that
-she could tell one’s fortune from the cradle to the grave,
-that she could be profitably consulted for information
-concerning dead friends, lost articles, missing relatives<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
-and heirs, or for advice in business matters, love-affairs,
-and all things pertaining to one’s personal welfare.</p>
-
-<p>Nick read the card twice with considerable interest.</p>
-
-<p>“Quite a round of accomplishments!” he grimly said
-to himself. “I wonder why she doesn’t locate the property
-of which she was robbed. The woman is evidently
-a charlatan, a pretender, who imposes upon credulous
-and weak-minded fools to get their money.</p>
-
-<p>“Madame Victoria, eh? Well, I will now give you a
-call, madame, and possibly a call-down! I’ll wager I
-take means to fool and expose you!”</p>
-
-<p>Such was the trend of Nick’s thoughts after reading
-Madame Victoria’s card, to whose rooms he next proceeded.</p>
-
-<p>Without the slightest faith in this woman’s alleged
-powers, however, Nick was approaching one of the most
-strange and startling experiences of his checkered career.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.
-<br />
-<small>MADAME VICTORIA.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>It was nearly noon when Nick Carter, after dismissing
-Grady, entered the handsome granite building on Tremont
-Street in which the rooms of Madame Victoria
-were located.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>In so far as her pretentions to foretelling the future
-were concerned, as well as her other alleged powers, Nick
-felt morally sure that the woman was a fraud. Yet he
-decided to take no chances that she possibly had seen
-him before, and would remember his face, and in the
-corridor of the building he carefully adjusted a simple
-but effective disguise.</p>
-
-<p>In so doing, he had a double object, however; that of
-first getting an insight into Madame Victoria’s business
-and her alleged occult endowments, merely to satisfy
-his own curiosity; and, second, that of afterward being
-able to return and question her about the robbery without
-her suspecting his first visit.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll have this much the best of her, at all events,” he
-said to himself, while adjusting his disguise. “If she
-is as clever as she claims to be, however, she should be
-able to see right through it. Yet I wager that she does
-nothing of the kind.”</p>
-
-<p>In the corridor of the second floor was a door bearing
-Madame Victoria’s name in gilt letters, and Nick unceremoniously
-entered.</p>
-
-<p>He found himself in an elaborately furnished waiting-room,
-with windows overlooking the Boston Common.
-The carpet was velvet. The furniture was upholstered
-with richly figured plush. There were fine lace draperies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
-at the windows, and the walls were hung with choice
-paintings, while various ornaments of one kind or another
-added to the adornment of the place.</p>
-
-<p>Nick decided that Chief Weston was correct in stating
-that this woman did a lucrative business.</p>
-
-<p>From a chair near the window a young girl quickly
-arose, laying aside a novel, and Nick inquired if Madame
-Victoria was in.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, sir, but she is engaged just now,” said the girl.
-“She will be at liberty in a few minutes, however.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll wait,” said Nick tersely.</p>
-
-<p>“Take a chair, sir. If you will give me your card,
-sir, I will take it to Madame Victoria as soon as her
-visitor leaves, and will learn whether she will give you
-a sitting at this time. It is nearly her hour for lunch.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick did not discuss the matter. He gave the girl a
-card bearing a fictitious name, with several of which he
-was always provided.</p>
-
-<p>Presently a richly dressed, middle-aged woman
-emerged from an inner room, drying her eyes with her
-handkerchief. She hurriedly departed, however, after
-viewing her hat and hair in the mirror.</p>
-
-<p>“She must have heard from some dead one,” thought
-Nick, with grim derisiveness. “Either that, or some infernal
-calamity has been predicted for her. I’m blessed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>
-if I’m not a good bit curious to know what I shall get
-in there. Maybe I shall get it in the neck.”</p>
-
-<p>He had not long to wait, for the servant presently announced
-that Madame Victoria would receive him in the
-inner room.</p>
-
-<p>Nick left his hat on the table, and entered.</p>
-
-<p>At first sight the view within was startling.</p>
-
-<p>The single window of the inner room was heavily
-curtained with black, excluding every ray of daylight.
-Above a small square table in the middle of the floor,
-however, there burned two electric lights enveloped in
-green globes, the rays from which shed a weird and uncanny
-light throughout the room.</p>
-
-<p>On the walls were hung numerous astrological charts,
-a number of horoscopes of celebrated men, more accurately
-cast after death than before; and along with
-these were various devices and insignia, of the meaning
-and object of which Nick was entirely ignorant.</p>
-
-<p>On a stand near the table were several packs of playing-cards,
-presumably for fortune-telling, if no other
-amusement.</p>
-
-<p>In other respects the room was well furnished, with a
-book-case against one wall, a couch opposite, and several
-small but expensive chairs.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>What chiefly startled Nick, however, was less this
-curious appearance of the room than that of its solitary
-inmate.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria was seated at the table, a woman
-under thirty, large of figure, without being corpulent,
-an attractive, self-reliant face, and an abundance of
-brownish-red hair done up in picturesque disorder. She
-was clad in a long purple robe, figured with small silver
-stars, along with a crescent moon here and there among
-them, the whole conveying a vague suggestion of a midnight
-sky. The garment was voluminous, entirely covering
-her waist and skirts.</p>
-
-<p>From the large, loose sleeves, and in vivid contrast
-with the rich dark-purple, protruded a pair of shapely
-bare arms and hands; yet both these and the woman’s
-face, uplifted when Nick entered, were lent a disagreeable,
-deathlike pallor by the green light of the room.</p>
-
-<p>Her first glance was at Nick’s left hand, at a valuable
-carbuncle ring on the third finger, and then her eyes
-rose up to his face while she abruptly exclaimed, with a
-curious mingling of vivacity and surprise:</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me! Oh, dear me, what a strange feeling, Mr.
-Sibley. I feel just as if two men had entered this room.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick was a bit startled.</p>
-
-<p>Sibley was the name on the card he had sent in, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
-the woman’s immediate remark, in the light of Nick’s
-disguise, was at least a little peculiar.</p>
-
-<p>“Two men, eh?” said Nick inquiringly. “Well, I am
-quite alone, madame, I assure you.”</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria struck her brow violently with her
-palm several times, then shook her head, as if bent upon
-shaking out some of its ideas, and finally cried, with
-obvious perplexity:</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well, this is quite extraordinary. I never had
-such a strange feeling. I am impressed exactly as if
-two men had entered the room.”</p>
-
-<p>“Impressed?”</p>
-
-<p>“Take a chair, sir,” smiled Madame Victoria quite
-graciously. “You must understand, Mr. Sibley, that I am
-what I call an impressionist.”</p>
-
-<p>“I hear and know the meaning of the word,” laughed
-Nick, with curiosity still further piqued, “yet I cannot say
-that I fully understand.”</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria shrugged her fine shoulders, and regarded
-him archly from under her lifted brows.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, well, that is not to be wondered at, Mr. Sibley,”
-she replied agreeably. “Very few people understand
-the true nature and source of their own impressions,
-to say nothing of those of another.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“That is quite true, madame,” assented Nick, bowing.</p>
-
-<p>“In fact, sir, I cannot say that I understand even my
-own,” added the woman, with a pretty display of frankness.
-“They are so vivid at times, yet frequently seem
-so utterly improbable, that I often shrink from expressing
-them. I should have felt so in this case, Mr. Sibley,
-and I doubt if I should have said what I did, sir,
-had it not come from me quite involuntarily, and before
-I could repress it. Of course, sir, I see that you
-are entirely alone.”</p>
-
-<p>“You interest me,” smiled Nick, bent upon leading her
-on. “May I ask of what your present impressions consist?”</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria drew forward in her chair, and
-rested her pretty arms upon the table. Her face became
-grave again, and once more her eyes briefly lingered upon
-the ring on Nick’s finger, yet in an absent way that did
-not attract his attention.</p>
-
-<p>After a few moments, during which she appeared to
-be yielding to some outside influence, she looked up at
-him and said:</p>
-
-<p>“There is something about you, sir, that I really cannot
-explain. I cannot get rid of this impression of a
-double personality here. I will try to fathom it, Mr.
-Sibley, if you will be patient.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Take your time, madame,” said Nick, smiling at her
-across the table.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria nodded and laughed, displaying her
-white teeth and calling up a charming dimple in each
-velvety cheek.</p>
-
-<p>“As you probably know, Mr. Sibley,” said she, “people
-come here for various objects. Some call to have
-their horoscopes cast, others to have a mediumistic sitting
-with me in the hope of receiving communications
-from dead friends, while others call to consult me about
-business and love-affairs, or to have their fortunes told
-by the cards.”</p>
-
-<p>“So I imagined,” bowed Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“But you came for nothing of the kind, that’s my impression,”
-exclaimed Madame Victoria, with an abrupt
-exhibition of earnestness.</p>
-
-<p>“It is quite correct.”</p>
-
-<p>“You have no faith in any of those things.”</p>
-
-<p>“That also is true.”</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me, I am awfully perplexed,” laughed the
-woman, apparently with vain efforts to straighten out
-something in her mind. “You seem to me just like two
-men, which I, of course, know is absurd. Yet I cannot
-rid myself of the effects of that impression. I shall try<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
-to do all that I can for you, however, and will give you
-what comes to me.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you please, madame,” said Nick, not a little impressed
-and puzzled by her curious statements and apparently
-genuine endeavors.</p>
-
-<p>Again Madame Victoria beat her brow with her palm,
-so violently that Nick did not wonder that her hair was
-somewhat disordered.</p>
-
-<p>As she suddenly fixed her eyes upon him, he noticed
-that they began to dilate and glow with almost preternatural
-brilliancy, while she abruptly exclaimed, as if
-under the impulse of another of her vivid impressions:</p>
-
-<p>“You have recently been in danger, Mr. Sibley, in
-great danger!”</p>
-
-<p>“Is that your present impression?” inquired Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, sir. It must be correct, too, or I could not feel
-it so strongly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Go on, madame.”</p>
-
-<p>“You are a man who encounters many dangers,” Madame
-Victoria continued, now speaking much more rapidly
-and earnestly. “Your life is made up of stirring adventures
-and frequent perils.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is very true,” admitted Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“I see you hunting—hunting—hunting!” cried the
-woman, with suppressed vehemence. “I don’t know what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
-it means, sir, but you seem to be constantly hunting,
-searching after persons and things, and delving into all
-kinds of complicated mysteries.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well! that hits pretty near the mark,” laughed
-Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, dear! and I see you all surrounded with a red
-atmosphere, as if you were not a stranger to violent
-combats and the sight of blood.”</p>
-
-<p>“I have seen my share of both.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, yes, that is plain to me, very plain,” she rapidly
-went on. “You are a busy man, and you—wait! I am
-now carried away from here. I feel as if I were riding
-in a railway-train. I don’t quite interpret the impression
-as yet, but I feel—oh, now I have it! You don’t belong
-here, sir, not in this city. You are a stranger here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, not exactly that,” replied Nick, more and more
-puzzled by the accuracy with which she was hitting the
-mark.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t mean that you never were here, and are not
-familiar with this city,” cried Madame Victoria quickly.
-“I mean only that your business is not here, that your
-interests are in some distant place. Isn’t that right?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nearly so.”</p>
-
-<p>“I knew it was.”</p>
-
-<p>“How did you know it?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Because of my impression, that of being carried away
-in the cars,” explained the woman. “I presumably get
-it from you, sir, for I am susceptible to all of the conditions
-surrounding those who come here to consult me.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is quite mysterious.”</p>
-
-<p>“So many think.”</p>
-
-<p>“How do you explain it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t explain it. I know only that it is so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet——”</p>
-
-<p>“One moment, please!” exclaimed Madame Victoria,
-again leaning nearer. “You have recently lost something,
-Mr. Sibley.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed.</p>
-
-<p>“Can you direct me how to find it?” he asked.</p>
-
-<p>“Am I right?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“I cannot tell what it is, yet—yet I feel that you miss
-something usually carried on your person.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is true.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, I cannot direct you how to find it—at least,
-not at present. It is not still, not located yet. It is
-moving—moving—moving. I see smoke and hear guns.
-I feel the same impression as a moment ago—that you
-have lately been in danger.”</p>
-
-<p>Again she was speaking with that rapid, vehement<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
-earnestness as before, as if every sensitive string of her
-delicate organism had been suddenly struck, thrilling her
-with new and strangely correct impressions.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter sat watching her as a cat watches a
-mouse, but he could detect no sign of simulation or
-treachery. Her voice, looks, actions, and constantly
-changing moods all appeared to be perfectly genuine.</p>
-
-<p>“I admit that I recently have been in danger,” said
-he, in reply to her last remark.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria bowed over the table, again fixing
-her eyes upon him with that strangely intensified stare.</p>
-
-<p>“There are greater dangers before you,” she rapidly
-declared.</p>
-
-<p>“Is that so?” inquired Nick, wondering what was
-now coming.</p>
-
-<p>“Much greater dangers.”</p>
-
-<p>“Of what kind?”</p>
-
-<p>“Many kinds.”</p>
-
-<p>“A general assortment, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“You regard them lightly, but I judge that to be
-like you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Rather.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you do so at this time, Mr. Sibley, you will do
-wrong.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why so?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“The perils threatening you cannot be wisely ignored.
-I am impressed with a conviction that your life is imperiled
-by——Stop a moment!”</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>Again Madame Victoria beat her brow, shaking her
-head violently, apparently striving to get a clear interpretation
-of her impressions.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, I have it!” she suddenly cried. “You are in
-Boston on business—perilous business.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well?” queried Nick, determined to tell her nothing.</p>
-
-<p>“You came to me for advice?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then I advise you to drop it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Drop what?”</p>
-
-<p>“This perilous business.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know of what it consists?”</p>
-
-<p>“I do not get any impression of that,” replied Madame
-Victoria, with curious nervous efforts to make her mind
-receptive to the information desired, efforts that brought
-the perspiration to her neck and brow in tiny drops.</p>
-
-<p>“No, no. I do not get it—cannot get it,” she presently
-added, with a gasp. “I have no idea of what it consists.
-Yet I advise you to drop it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Because of the dangers it involves?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“They will not deter me,” said Nick, with a headshake.
-“I never run from danger.”</p>
-
-<p>“There is yet another reason.”</p>
-
-<p>“For dropping the business?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is it?”</p>
-
-<p>“You will fail.”</p>
-
-<p>“Fail in my undertaking?”</p>
-
-<p>“That is my impression. Ah, I see you smile!” cried
-the woman, wiping her damp cheeks and brow. “You
-do wrong to deride and ignore my predictions. Ask
-others to whom I have given advice. I have never yet
-erred in one of these predictions. Take my advice, Mr.
-Sibley, and avoid the impending perils.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick had smiled incredulously, and arose to go. He
-saw that the woman had no more to tell him, nor had
-he any inclination to hear more in the same line.</p>
-
-<p>Having paid her fee in money obtained by cashing a
-check in order to settle with Grady for the damage to
-his runabout, Nick bade Madame Victoria good morning,
-and departed.</p>
-
-<p>At the door of the inner room the woman tendered
-him her hand, which he gravely accepted, noting at the
-same time that it was damp with perspiration, yet as
-cold as a hand of clay.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.
-<br />
-<small>THE DEEPER MYSTERY.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>Nick Carter was puzzled.</p>
-
-<p>His interview with Madame Victoria had, in a way,
-left him on the rocks.</p>
-
-<p>He could not account for the knowledge which, in indirect
-and equivocal terms, she had displayed. It plainly
-indicated that she had from some source received information
-concerning him and his business designs, as
-well as about the losses he had suffered in his encounter
-with the highwayman.</p>
-
-<p>Had this information really been derived through the
-occult powers of which the woman claimed to be possessed?</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter was not ready to believe that it had, for
-he had but little faith in the supernatural.</p>
-
-<p>On the other hand, any natural explanation seemed
-equally difficult.</p>
-
-<p>“My intended visit to her rooms was known to only
-three persons by whom she could have been informed,
-and they were Badger and his wife, and Grady,” Nick
-perplexedly reasoned. “I know positively that Grady
-did not inform her. Assuming even that the Badgers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
-did so by communicating with her by telephone, they
-cannot possibly have guessed that I would call upon her
-in disguise. My make-up, together with the fictitious
-name I gave, certainly should have blinded her to my
-identity. Yet I do not believe she could have guessed,
-merely by chance, all of the facts that she imparted, and
-I’m blessed if I can quite fathom the mystery.”</p>
-
-<p>The more Nick thought about it the more positive he
-became that there existed some crooked work under
-the surface, and this made him even the more determined
-to ferret out what it was.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll telegraph to Chick and Patsy to come here,” he
-abruptly decided, as he returned to the Adams House, at
-which he had registered. “I shall need them to assist
-me in locating these road robbers, whom I am now fully
-resolved to run down. After sending a message to
-Chick I will have another bout with the fortune-teller.
-I’m blessed if I’ll let her throw me down in this fashion—not
-and keep me down!”</p>
-
-<p>It was but a short walk to the hotel, and there Nick
-sent a telegram to Chick Carter, his chief assistant, ordering
-him and Patsy, one of his younger detectives, to
-come to Boston by the first train and join him at the
-Adams House.</p>
-
-<p>Nick knew that both would arrive late that evening,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>
-and before then he hoped to have solved that portion
-of the mystery relating to the Tremont Street fortune-teller.</p>
-
-<p>After spending half an hour at lunch, Nick went up
-to his room and examined his disguise, which he had
-not removed.</p>
-
-<p>“It is perfect in every detail,” he mentally declared,
-while surveying himself in the mirror. “She cannot
-possibly have detected the make-up, and there must be
-some other explanation of her insinuations. I’ll take it
-off and visit her this time in proper person.”</p>
-
-<p>While removing the disguise, Nick noticed the carbuncle
-ring on his finger, and he immediately took it
-off and slipped it into the pocket of another suit he was
-then about putting on.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll have nothing about me that she may have seen
-this morning,” he said to himself. “There’s a deal of
-crafty keenness in those bright eyes of hers, and I’ll
-make sure that she discovers nothing to identify me
-with her visitor by the name of Sibley. If she succeeds
-in doing that, the witch, there will be something more
-than natural in it—or some sort of rascally cunning at
-work under the surface. I’ll wager that she will have
-no impression of two men entering her room this time,
-nor that I was there this morning.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Fashionably clad, with his strong, attractive face inviting
-observation, Nick appeared for the second time at
-the rooms of Madame Victoria, just about an hour after
-leaving them.</p>
-
-<p>The girl in the waiting-room did not recognize him,
-and Nick took even the precaution to vary his voice
-several degrees from that he had previously used.</p>
-
-<p>“Is Madame Victoria disengaged?” he inquired.</p>
-
-<p>“She is, sir, just at present,” said the girl.</p>
-
-<p>“My card,” said Nick tersely. “I would like a business
-interview with her.”</p>
-
-<p>“One moment, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>The girl vanished into the inner room, then returned
-without the card.</p>
-
-<p>“Madame will receive you, Mr. Carter,” she said,
-bowing.</p>
-
-<p>Nick left his hat as before, and approached the inner
-room.</p>
-
-<p>His recollections of it were not agreeable. The close
-atmosphere, the green light, the walls hung with mystical
-insignia, the purple-robed woman who had so baffled
-his usual keen reasoning, and the touch of whose hand
-lingered with him as when a person has touched the
-hand of a corpse—all had left upon him a disagreeable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
-impression, as when one has meddled with things pertaining
-to the black arts.</p>
-
-<p>He found Madame Victoria seated at the table, as before,
-looking more like a sorceress to him than ever, as
-he stepped gravely over the threshold.</p>
-
-<p>The woman looked up from the card between her
-thumb and fingers, and Nick thought he detected a
-subtle light leap up from the depths of her brilliant eyes.
-It vanished so quickly that he could not feel sure of it,
-however, despite that he was now alert for the slightest
-betrayal that might be of significance to him.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria was the first to speak.</p>
-
-<p>“Take a chair, sir,” said she, smiling a bit oddly.
-“Your card informs me that you are Detective Carter,
-of New York.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, madame.”</p>
-
-<p>“My maid said you desire a business interview with
-me.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you please.”</p>
-
-<p>“Business from my standpoint, or your own?” inquired
-Madame Victoria, still smiling. “In other words, Detective
-Carter, does your visit relate to your business or
-to mine?”</p>
-
-<p>“The business is ours,” said Nick pointedly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Ah, sort of a mutual interest,” laughed the woman,
-with a captivating glance at him.</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then, since you have not called to consult me professionally,”
-said the madame, “I shall feel free to drop
-my usual mental attitude, that of holding myself susceptible
-to outward impressions, and receive you more
-conventionally. About what do you wish to see me, Detective
-Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick instinctively felt that he was already being
-headed off by the woman, and he saw, with half an
-eye, if he had not seen it before, that he was up against
-a remarkably shrewd and clever character, one who
-was nearly his equal in diplomacy and cunning.</p>
-
-<p>Nick briefly set aside the motive with which he had
-called, therefore, and reverted to the business which primarily
-had sent him to Madame Victoria’s rooms.</p>
-
-<p>“I wish to ask you a few questions,” said he.</p>
-
-<p>“About what?”</p>
-
-<p>“About the recent robbery of yourself and Mrs. Badger,
-of Brookline.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, indeed!”</p>
-
-<p>“I am engaged by Chief Weston, of the local police
-department, to investigate some of these highway robberies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
-committed about here, and to undertake the arrest
-of the culprits.”</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me! I am delighted to hear it, Detective Carter,
-and I do hope you’ll succeed,” exclaimed Madame
-Victoria, now displaying a very vivacious interest.</p>
-
-<p>“I hope so, too.”</p>
-
-<p>“I have lost some valuable jewels, and so has Claudia—that’s
-Mrs. Badger, sir—and I should be more than
-glad to recover them.”</p>
-
-<p>“No doubt.”</p>
-
-<p>“Or to aid you in hastening the arrest and conviction
-of the thieves,” added the woman. “In what way can I
-assist you, Detective Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“By answering a few questions for me, madame——”</p>
-
-<p>“Pardon!” she interposed.</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>“You may call me Miss Clayton when not consulting
-me professionally, Detective Carter,” she explained,
-with a fascinating little laugh. “Like persons in other
-fields of art, I practise under an assumed name. If you
-ever meet my sister, Mrs. Badger, or her husband, they
-will probably refer to me by my real name. So I take
-this occasion to tell it to you. It is only here, or when
-discussing my professional work, that I make use of my
-business name.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick wondered if all this had been thrown at him to
-convey an impression that she had not been informed
-of his call upon Badger and his wife, and a gleam of
-new suspicion showed briefly in the eyes of the great
-detective. Yet he said quietly, with a nod, that he understood
-her.</p>
-
-<p>“It matters little to me what name you use, providing
-you answer my questions,” he added.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall gladly do so, Detective Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“I have here a snap-shot photograph said to have
-been taken by you at the time of the robbery.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, that is true. I had my kodak with me, and it
-so happened that I could——”</p>
-
-<p>“I have been told by Chief Weston how you obtained
-the photograph,” interposed Nick, wishing to expedite
-matters.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, I see.”</p>
-
-<p>“What I chiefly wish to know is whether you got a
-good look at the thieves, or were too frightened to notice
-them closely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I was not greatly alarmed,” smiled Madame Victoria,
-with a shrug of her fine shoulders. “I saw that
-the loss of our valuables was inevitable, but I did not
-fear for my life.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Did you specially notice the woman who appears in
-this photograph?”</p>
-
-<p>“I saw all that was to be seen of both miscreants,
-Detective Carter,” the woman declared, with a nod of
-emphasis.</p>
-
-<p>“Did you detect any peculiarity about the woman?”</p>
-
-<p>“Only her unusual height.”</p>
-
-<p>“She was taller than the man?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, indeed; several inches taller.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet in the picture he appears to be nearly six feet.”</p>
-
-<p>“I should judge that he was, as I now recall him.”</p>
-
-<p>“A woman taller than that is very rare,” said Nick,
-“and one who should be quite easily traced.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is true, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you feel quite sure that it was a woman?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure? Why, certainly!” exclaimed Madame Victoria,
-laughing.</p>
-
-<p>“For what reasons?”</p>
-
-<p>“Because, Detective Carter, I saw the point of her
-chin under her black veil, and it was as smooth and
-white as my own.”</p>
-
-<p>“Anything more?”</p>
-
-<p>“Her hand and arm, too, what little I could see of
-the latter in the sleeve of her automobile coat, were as
-fair and plump as my own.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick glanced at the pretty hand and arm she held
-out, and decided that there could be no mistaking them.</p>
-
-<p>“My first impression, Detective Carter,” she quickly
-added, “was the same as yours—that her height might
-warrant a suspicion that it was a man in woman’s clothing.
-For that reason, sir, I particularly observed her.”</p>
-
-<p>“I am glad of that,” bowed Nick. “I called here
-chiefly to settle this question of sex, and I have already
-asked Mrs. Badger about it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, indeed! Then you have seen her?”</p>
-
-<p>“I called upon her in Brookline this morning.”</p>
-
-<p>“Does what I say corroborate her statements?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick had mentioned the call only to see if Madame
-Victoria would say that she had since heard from the
-Badgers, but she did nothing of the kind, leaving Nick
-to believe that she had not. This served only to increase
-his growing suspicions, when recalling what she
-had said that morning; and he now gravely added, with
-his gaze indifferently fixed upon her face:</p>
-
-<p>“I think there is only one more question that I would
-like to have you answer for me, Madame Victoria.”</p>
-
-<p>“Only one?”</p>
-
-<p>“That is all.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ask it, Detective Carter.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick’s voice fell a little lower, and became more impressive.</p>
-
-<p>“I wish to know what you would have said to me,
-Madame Victoria, if I had called to consult you professionally.”</p>
-
-<p>The smile still lingered about the woman’s red lips,
-and her eyes met his without flinching.</p>
-
-<p>“I should have said, Detective Carter, what my first
-impression impelled me to say, yet which I decided to
-repress.”</p>
-
-<p>“What was that?”</p>
-
-<p>“I should have told you that I felt, when you entered,
-as if I were meeting a person who had recently
-called here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did you feel so?”</p>
-
-<p>“I did.”</p>
-
-<p>“How do you now feel about it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I am now sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“Of what?”</p>
-
-<p>“That you were here this morning under the name of
-Sibley,” replied Madame Victoria, now frowning slightly.
-“I cannot possibly imagine why you came here in disguise
-and under an assumed name, Detective Carter, yet
-I am convinced that you did so.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“How did you acquire that knowledge?” Nick now
-demanded, ignoring her quiet rebuke.</p>
-
-<p>“I answered that question for Mr. Sibley,” was the
-reply, with a covert sneer. “Hence there is no need for
-me to answer it for you.”</p>
-
-<p>“You acquired it through your impressions?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“In no other way?”</p>
-
-<p>“None.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then, as Mr. Sibley said this morning, it is very
-mysterious,” Nick dryly declared, rising to go.</p>
-
-<p>“So many think, as I said this morning.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will say, Madame Victoria, that I had no more
-malicious design in coming here in disguise than that
-of proving the validity of some of your claims to occult
-powers. I might add, too, that you have given me one
-of the most curious problems of my life.”</p>
-
-<p>“Indeed!”</p>
-
-<p>“I shall, however, make it a point to—solve the
-problem.”</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria laughed, and eyed him oddly from
-under her drooping lids.</p>
-
-<p>“If you do solve it, which involves learning how I
-get these impressions, Detective Carter, you will do more
-than I can,” she said, rising to bid him adieu.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Then I certainly shall, Madame Victoria, do more
-than you can,” Nick quietly declared, as he accepted her
-proffered hand.</p>
-
-<p>“You think so, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“I do, madame! I have one very pronounced trait of
-character, which may be of some interest to you.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is that?”</p>
-
-<p>“I never drop a mystery, Madame Victoria, until it
-has—ceased to be a mystery!”</p>
-
-<p>The last was said pleasantly enough, yet very emphatically,
-as Nick bowed and withdrew from the room,
-with the smiling eyes of the woman steadily meeting his
-till the door closed between the two.</p>
-
-<p>Then there came over her one of those swift changes
-seen only when suppressed passions, intensified by restraint,
-are abruptly given free rein.</p>
-
-<p>Her smile vanished like a flash, displaced by a frown
-that transfigured her every feature and lent to her
-usually attractive face the threatening and vengeful
-visage of a fury. With eyes gleaming, with lips drawn,
-with breast heaving under the sudden swell of her pent
-feelings, she shook both clenched hands after the departing
-detective, while muttering fiercely through her white
-teeth:</p>
-
-<p>“Yon will solve the problem, will you? You will tear<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
-away the veil of mystery, will you? Not if I know it—not
-if I can prevent it, Mr. Nick Carter!</p>
-
-<p>“Beware what you do—what you attempt! Let the
-cost be what it may, my prediction shall be fulfilled, and
-only failure shall be yours! Beware lest you fail, for
-the inevitable price of failure will be—death!”</p>
-
-<p>Then she turned and hurried across the room, with
-every movement of her lithe and supple figure as quick
-and graceful as those of a leopard. With a quick sweep
-of her arm, she threw aside the curtain of a door of a
-small closet, into which she entered, to seize the receiver
-from a telephone attached to the wall.</p>
-
-<p>“Give me 22 ring 2, Brookline!” she commanded.</p>
-
-<p>It was the number of the telephone in the house of
-Mr. Amos Badger.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.
-<br />
-<small>UNDER THE SURFACE.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>As Nick Carter had rightly conjectured, when weighing
-the mystifying knowledge displayed by Madame
-Victoria, there was something under the surface.</p>
-
-<p>What the something was, moreover, plainly appeared
-in what followed the visit of Nick to the suburban house
-of Mr. Amos Badger.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The moment the detective departed, in company with
-Grady, there came over both Badger and his wife a very
-decided change.</p>
-
-<p>With an ugly gleam in his dark eyes, which were still
-following the runabout as it sped down the long driveway,
-Badger ripped off the red flannel bandages from
-around his neck, exclaiming vehemently:</p>
-
-<p>“Whew! these infernal things have set me reeking at
-every pore! Thank Heaven he remained no longer, or
-I should have run down into my boots. There’s not a
-dry rag on me.”</p>
-
-<p>His wife indulged in a laugh, a vicious little laugh,
-most unpleasant to honest ears.</p>
-
-<p>“Yet the ruse worked well, Amos,” she cried exultantly.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, apparently.”</p>
-
-<p>“Apparently?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what I said,” growled Badger, as the runabout
-passed out of view.</p>
-
-<p>“What do you mean?” demanded Claudia, with quickened
-apprehension.</p>
-
-<p>“I mean that there never is any knowing what Nick
-Carter thinks and suspects, however he may carry himself,”
-Badger petulantly replied. “He is one thing on
-the surface, another under it. There is no telling anything<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
-about him, and I’m infernally sorry that Weston
-has brought him over here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bah!” cried his wife contemptuously. “He can accomplish
-no more than the Boston detectives have done.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m not so sure of it.”</p>
-
-<p>“We can fool him as we have fooled the others.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet he asked some deucedly ugly questions,” declared
-Badger, with a doubtful shake of his head. “And
-I more than half-fear that he already suspects our trick.”</p>
-
-<p>“Suspects that you were only feigning illness?”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nonsense! He cannot have got wise to that, nor
-to anything else that seriously affects us.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger turned quickly away, and hailed the man in
-the driveway.</p>
-
-<p>“Come in here, Jerry,” he commanded. “I want to
-speak to you.”</p>
-
-<p>Conley dropped his work and hastened into the house,
-following Badger and his wife into the library.</p>
-
-<p>“What d’ye want, Amos?” he inquired, with a familiarity
-plainly indicating that he was something more
-than a menial about the place.</p>
-
-<p>“I want to I know just what Carter said to you,” replied
-Badger, throwing himself into a chair.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“He only asked if I’d seen an auto go along the road
-below here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing more?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not a thing.”</p>
-
-<p>“I thought I heard him say something about me,
-Conley, and the cut of my jib.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, that was only because he couldn’t learn anything
-from me, and he didn’t fancy the jolly I was giving
-him,” replied Conley, with a grin. “Devil a thing did I
-tell him, Amos, and I was only keeping him on a string
-till I was dead sure that you and Claudy were out of
-your auto rigs and into the togs in which he found
-you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you sure he didn’t get sight of the other machine?”
-demanded Badger apprehensively.</p>
-
-<p>“The one you used when you held him up?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, certainly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I’m dead sure that he didn’t see that,” cried
-Conley confidently. “I had that in the secret cover a
-good five minutes before he showed up in the runabout.”</p>
-
-<p>“And you were at work on the other when he arrived?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, long before he arrived.”</p>
-
-<p>“Pshaw! he couldn’t have seen the Peerless when he
-got here, Amos,” supplemented Claudia decidedly. “We<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
-left that runabout behind us as if it had been tied to a
-stake.”</p>
-
-<p>“I know all that,” growled Badger; “but I want to
-feel sure that the infernal detective got no line on us
-after he reached here. I’ll tell you both, he’s a man to
-be feared, and we cannot be too careful in case he undertakes
-to round us up.”</p>
-
-<p>“Faugh!” snarled Conley, with a scowl rising about
-his crafty eyes. “If he gets wise, and presses us too
-hard, there’s one thing we can do.”</p>
-
-<p>“Put him out of the way?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“It will have to be done,” said Badger, with a nod.
-“Yet I don’t fancy running my neck into a noose if it
-can be avoided.”</p>
-
-<p>“It can be done without that,” said Conley, with grim
-significance.</p>
-
-<p>“It strikes me,” put in Claudia, “that we ought to give
-Vic a tip that Carter is coming to call upon her, also
-that he has been out here.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, too.”</p>
-
-<p>“If he is as clever as you say he is, Amos, he must
-be handled with gloves,” added the woman. “Vic ought
-to be warned of his visit, and of what his business consists,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
-so that she may be ready for him, and head him
-off from any suspicion.”</p>
-
-<p>“I can inform her by telephone.”</p>
-
-<p>“It must be done.”</p>
-
-<p>“There’s no great rush,” replied Badger. “Carter will
-not arrive there for an hour.”</p>
-
-<p>“You must tell her just what we have done, and why
-we did it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Tell her that we held him up this morning?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, certainly; also that we got away with his watch
-and money.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why tell her all that?”</p>
-
-<p>“So she may know just how to handle him,” declared
-Claudia, with knit brows. “Vic is clever, all right, but
-she may queer us in some way when pitted against Nick
-Carter’s cleverness, unless she knows just what his game
-is, and what has happened out here.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll go and talk with her at once,” said Badger, now
-rising.</p>
-
-<p>“A good idea,” said Conley approvingly. “Let Vic
-alone to queer any game that he may have.”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a moment, Amos,” cried his wife, with an afterthought.</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>“If Carter has formed any suspicion of us, as you appear<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
-to fear, he may start in at once with some of his
-underhand work.”</p>
-
-<p>“What do you mean?”</p>
-
-<p>“He may not tell Vic who he is.”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly not.”</p>
-
-<p>“And he may lead her into some self-betrayal, in case
-he questions her closely while she is ignorant of his
-identity.”</p>
-
-<p>“What the deuce can we do to prevent that?” demanded
-Badger, with a frown.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell you what,” said Claudia, who plainly possessed
-many of the crafty qualities of her sister.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, out with it.”</p>
-
-<p>“First, Amos, describe him to her so she cannot mistake
-him, and then——”</p>
-
-<p>“Hold on a bit,” interrupted Conley, who was an interested
-listener. “He may take it into his head to go
-there in disguise, since that’s a clever trick of his.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s just what I was coming to, Jerry, if you had
-let me finish,” snapped Mrs. Badger. “We can easily
-head off any disguise he may adopt.”</p>
-
-<p>“How so?”</p>
-
-<p>“Merely by telling Vic that he wears a red carbuncle
-ring on the third finger of his left hand,” said Claudia.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
-“He’ll not think it necessary to remove that, Amos, even
-if he does put on a disguise.”</p>
-
-<p>“By Jove! that’s so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Go, now, and tell her the whole business.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger hastened into the hall, where he was presently
-heard imparting in cautious terms, yet which he evidently
-knew would be readily understood, the information concerning
-Nick which had so puzzled him.</p>
-
-<p>It was because of what she now was told over the
-wire that Madame Victoria glanced first at Nick’s left
-hand when he entered her rooms, and at once recognized
-him in the disguise of Sibley.</p>
-
-<p>At the time of his second visit, moreover, when he
-presented his own card, the fortune-teller at once noticed
-that he had removed the ring, and that alone was
-enough to convince her that he was beginning to play a
-double game, and that he must have formed some suspicions
-regarding herself and the Badgers.</p>
-
-<p>After Nick’s first departure she telephoned Badger
-that he had been there, and the latter then held a second
-consultation with his wife and Conley.</p>
-
-<p>Being ignorant of Nick’s primary object in visiting
-Madame Victoria in disguise, which was merely to test
-her peculiar powers, Badger’s apprehensions naturally
-were increased.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“He’s wise to something, and already up to some
-game against us, or he wouldn’t have gone there in
-disguise,” he gravely reasoned. “I’m ruined, utterly
-ruined, unless we can continue this road work a few
-weeks longer. I shall be swamped completely unless I
-can thus raise the funds to tide me along until there’s a
-rise in the stock-market.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll keep up the road-work, Amos, never you
-fear,” his wife curtly declared, with an evil brightness
-in her expressive eyes. “It was I who suggested it to
-you, and I have done my part to help you along with
-it.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s true enough.”</p>
-
-<p>“And we’ll not quit it now, Amos, Carter or no Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“That we’ll not,” growled Conley, with a headshake.
-“There’s too much good stuff in it for us to have it
-queered at this stage by this man Carter. If it comes
-to the worst, Amos, a knife between his ribs will put
-him out of our way.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is more easily said than done.”</p>
-
-<p>“Not if it comes to that kind of a play.”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t fear Weston and his second-rate detectives,”
-added Badger moodily; “but this man Carter is superior
-to that entire bunch.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Bah!” cried Claudia. “You are needlessly alarmed.
-To begin with, Amos, he cannot possibly have learned
-anything definite about us as quickly as this.”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly not.”</p>
-
-<p>“He could not have identified us as the couple who
-held him up and robbed him this morning, and he certainly
-must think that was only a chance job, not one
-planned by us the moment we heard he was coming out
-here in a runabout.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, he could not have guessed that,” admitted
-Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“Furthermore,” argued his wife, “my face was entirely
-covered with my dust-glasses and the false beard,
-and in my big auto coat it certainly could not have been
-suspected that I was a woman who suddenly showed
-up in the Peerless in which you escaped after robbing
-him.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure it couldn’t,” put in Conley. “I’d have sworn
-you were a man myself.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I don’t think he has any idea of the truth about
-that,” replied Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“There is still another thing in our favor,” continued
-Claudia.</p>
-
-<p>“What is that?”</p>
-
-<p>“The alleged robbery of Vic and myself, Amos, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
-the photograph which Vic took by which to convince
-Weston of the truth of our story.”</p>
-
-<p>“That was one of the shrewdest moves ever made,”
-declared Conley, laughing.</p>
-
-<p>“Certainly it was, Jerry, and you may let Vic alone to
-think of such schemes as that,” said Mrs. Badger, with
-an evil display of sisterly pride.</p>
-
-<p>“She’s a keen one, all right,” grinned Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“The picture is as good as a positive proof that we
-were robbed,” added Claudia; “and Weston never for
-a moment has doubted our story. The very fact, if it
-were a fact, that we were robbed, moreover, plainly
-shows that we cannot have been both the thieves and
-the victims, also. That would be absurd, you see, and
-as long as Carter credits the photograph, just so long
-we may be sure that he does not suspect us of being
-crooks.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is an ugly word to apply to us, Claudia,”
-growled Badger disapprovingly.</p>
-
-<p>“One might as well call things by their right names,”
-laughed his wife. “I told you I was an adventuress, and
-a woman of nerve, Amos, when you wanted to marry
-me, and you knew just what you bargained for.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m finding no fault on that score.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’d better not,” was the pointed rejoinder. “I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
-fancy the life I now lead, this moving in good society,
-for it lays away over the stage, or riding bareback in
-the circus-ring, to which Vic and I were bred in old
-England.”</p>
-
-<p>“What need to refer to those days?” muttered Badger,
-frowning darkly.</p>
-
-<p>“Only that you may keep in mind the stuff I am
-made of,” replied his wife, with a shrug of her shoulders.
-“When you told me you were in hot water financially,
-Amos, it was I who suggested this scheme of road
-robbery to tide you along. In becoming your assistant,
-along with Jerry, here, my old life of adventure has
-served me well. I can ride the most vicious horse, and
-no auto can go too fast for me, Amos; so you couldn’t
-have a better helper, whether I wear skirts or trousers,
-in holding up an auto-party.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s true enough.”</p>
-
-<p>“As for the wickedness of it—well, most of the world
-is wicked in one way or another,” laughed the woman.
-“We must contrive to get our living, Amos, in some
-way; and this life of danger and adventure just suits
-me, to say nothing of the profits derived. Just think!—last
-month we cleaned up close to twenty thousand,
-providing those Gaylord jewels bring as much as we
-expect.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Oh, there’s money enough in it, I’ll admit that,”
-nodded Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“And with Vic to help us, with the aid of the friend
-she has so completely under her thumb, we are sure to
-be informed of any move contemplated by Weston or by
-Nick Carter. So your fears are groundless, Amos, as I
-said in the beginning.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s dead lucky, I’ll admit, that we have that anchor
-to the windward,” said Badger, with features now relaxing.</p>
-
-<p>“So it is, Amos, and with him to inform us of—— Hark!
-there goes the telephone-bell again. I’ll wager
-that Vic has something more to report.”</p>
-
-<p>Claudia Badger was right in the last.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Victoria now reported the second visit of
-Nick Carter, and all that had passed between them; also
-explained Nick’s simple object in first calling upon her
-in disguise, and stated that he came last only to ask
-about the woman in the photograph.</p>
-
-<p>“I have him well muddled, Amos,” was Madame Victoria’s
-last declaration over the wire. “There is nothing
-to be feared from him at present.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger’s dark countenance lighted while he listened,
-and he hastened to report the communication to his wife
-and Conley.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“There! what did I tell you?” cried Claudia triumphantly.
-“I knew that Vic would prove more than
-a match even for Nick Carter. Now, there is just one
-thing to be done in order to avert suspicion from us.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is that?”</p>
-
-<p>“These road robberies must continue to occur,” declared
-the woman. “If they suddenly end at this time,
-after Carter’s visit here, he very possibly may infer that
-we are alarmed, providing he has any suspicion at all
-concerning us. Another robbery committed this very
-night would clinch matters in our favor.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, too,” said Conley, quickly seeing the
-point.</p>
-
-<p>It was done, moreover, and one of the boldest yet
-committed, and the reports of it filled the morning papers,
-along with no end of editorials decrying the inferior
-work of the police in being unable to prevent such
-depredations.</p>
-
-<p>But the end was not yet, for that very day Chief
-Weston removed his own men from the case, and placed
-it entirely in charge of Nick Carter.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER IX.
-<br />
-<small>BODY AND LIMBS.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>“Chick, I’m hit with an idea!”</p>
-
-<p>This exclamation came from Nick Carter about ten
-o’clock one morning, two days after the highway robbery
-last reported, and the talk that followed showed
-with what remarkable insight this great detective arrived
-at the subtle deductions which contributed largely
-to his success.</p>
-
-<p>Chick and Patsy had arrived in Boston two days before,
-and both were now present with Nick in his room
-at the Adams House.</p>
-
-<p>Both had been fully informed of the facts thus far
-learned by him, moreover, as well as of his interview
-with the Badgers, and his visits to Madame Victoria.</p>
-
-<p>When he uttered the above exclamation Nick was
-seated at one of the windows of his room.</p>
-
-<p>In one hand he held the photograph that figured so
-curiously in the case, and which would have convinced
-any ordinary detective that Madame Victoria and Mrs.
-Amos Badger had been robbed precisely as alleged, for
-the camera, at least, would not have lied.</p>
-
-<p>Yet this bit of convincing evidence was so out of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>
-ordinary, as well as the circumstances under which it
-had been obtained, that Nick from the very first had
-been inclined to distrust the picture.</p>
-
-<p>In his other hand he now held a large magnifying-glass,
-through which he was carefully studying the photograph,
-holding it in the full glare of the morning sunlight.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s that, Nick?” inquired Chick, starting up
-from his chair and dropping a morning paper reporting
-the last robbery. “Hit with an idea, did you say?”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is it, Mr. Carter?” asked Patsy, at once displaying
-a lively interest. “Have you discovered something
-lame in that picture?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed.</p>
-
-<p>“That about hits the nail on the head, Patsy,” said he,
-with a glance in the lad’s direction. “I think I begin to
-see a ray of light in the darkness.”</p>
-
-<p>“What have you discovered?” asked Chick.</p>
-
-<p>And both he and Patsy came to lean over the back
-of Nick’s chair.</p>
-
-<p>Nick held the large glass and the photograph so that
-all three could plainly view the magnified picture.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll explain what I find, and I wonder that I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
-not noticed it before,” said he quite earnestly. “It relates
-to this tall woman who appears in the picture.”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee! but she is a tall one,” remarked Patsy, with a
-laugh. “She’s tall enough to fit in a dime museum.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, Patsy,” assented Nick, smiling.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s peculiar about it, Nick?”</p>
-
-<p>“As you probably know, Chick, there is a general uniformity
-in the proportions of the human body—a regular
-length of arms and limbs when compared with the trunk.
-In all normal subjects the proportions are nearly the
-same.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure,” nodded Chick. “A man’s reach, from the tips
-of his extended arms and fingers, is usually the same as
-his height.”</p>
-
-<p>“Correct.”</p>
-
-<p>“But what has that to do with the picture, Mr. Carter?”
-asked Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>“It has to do with this woman,” Nick rejoined, drawing
-out his pencil to be used for a pointer. “I want you
-to notice her extended arm and hand, the one in which
-she held the leveled revolver.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s plain enough, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s good fortune that it is, Patsy,” nodded Nick.
-“It also is plain, now that I study it closely, that the arm
-is a little out of proportion with her exceeding height.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“By Jove! it does appear so!” exclaimed Chick, bending
-nearer to view the pictured figure.</p>
-
-<p>“Notice the distance from her shoulder to her hand,
-then the distance from her shoulder to her hip, which is
-plainly outlined by this curve of her long auto coat. Her
-hip is here, Chick, where I have the point of my pencil.”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Notice, now, that her extended hand, if it were to be
-dropped to her side, would reach only to this point,
-measuring the same distance, a point only a trifle below
-her hip.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s clear,” cried Chick. “Yet the camera may——”</p>
-
-<p>“The camera never lies,” interposed Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Then the woman must be out of proportion,” declared
-Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“Not necessarily.”</p>
-
-<p>“But her arm should be longer than it appears there,”
-Chick insisted. “I’m well-proportioned, I’ll swear to
-that, and my hand, when lowered, reaches half-way down
-my thigh.”</p>
-
-<p>“Which is about right, Chick.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yet you say the woman is not out of proportion——”</p>
-
-<p>“I said not necessarily,” interposed Nick. “If she
-was as tall as she appears in the picture, however, I’ll
-admit that her arm would be too short for her body.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Oho, I see!” exclaimed Patsy, starting up. “You
-think, Mr. Carter, that she is not as tall as the picture
-indicates.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s exactly it, Patsy,” nodded Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“How do you make it out?” asked Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“Notice this fold of her skirt, where the skirt shows
-below the edge of her auto coat?”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, what of it?”</p>
-
-<p>“Plainly enough, Chick, the fold does not hang quite
-naturally,” Nick went on to explain, still pointing with
-his pencil. “It appears drawn a little to one side and
-back of her, with the edge of the skirt carefully arranged
-to touch the ground, precisely as if to conceal something
-beneath it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Something on which she was standing!” exclaimed
-Chick, quickly seeing the point.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s just it,” declared Nick impressively. “No
-skirt ever hung quite like that, if it hung naturally.”</p>
-
-<p>“Surely not.”</p>
-
-<p>“Notice also the distance from her hip to the edge of
-the skirt, where her feet should be,” added Nick. “Her
-limbs would be as much above the regular proportions
-as her arm is below them.”</p>
-
-<p>“I see what you mean.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“In a nutshell, Chick, such an anomaly could not be,”
-continued Nick decisively. “A person with abnormally
-long legs and disproportionately short arms is out of
-the question.”</p>
-
-<p>“And in your opinion——”</p>
-
-<p>“In my opinion, Chick, the woman was standing on
-something, possibly a rock, with her skirts lengthened to
-conceal it. Obviously the whole was done to give her
-the appearance of being very tall.”</p>
-
-<p>“And with what object?”</p>
-
-<p>“With a design to thus blind the police to the real
-looks of the woman operating with this gang of crooks.”</p>
-
-<p>“You think they aimed to send the police searching
-after some very tall woman?”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll wager you are right.”</p>
-
-<p>“Furthermore,” added Nick, “these discoveries conclusively
-prove that the picture was deliberately taken,
-with the several persons calmly posing to make it effective,
-and that the two women said to have been held
-up and robbed were not robbed at all.”</p>
-
-<p>“And the design of the photograph?”</p>
-
-<p>“It was taken purposely to be offered as evidence to
-corroborate the story told to the police.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“With a view to averting suspicion and throwing
-them off the right track,” added Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely.”</p>
-
-<p>“By thunder, that was a crafty scheme!” declared
-Patsy, rather pleased with the originality of it.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, it was crafty enough,” assented Nick. “But
-the rascals overleaped their mount, Patsy, in not anticipating
-the deductions I have mentioned. All this
-sheds a new and very bright light upon the case,” the
-speaker added, as he tossed the photograph upon the
-table.</p>
-
-<p>“I should say so,” nodded Chick, resuming his chair
-and lighting a cigar. “It indicates that those two
-women, who claim to have been robbed, may be in league
-with this gang of thieves.”</p>
-
-<p>“Even more than that, Chick.”</p>
-
-<p>“What more, Nick?”</p>
-
-<p>“It suggests that Badger himself may be one of the
-gang, if not the chief figure in it, and that their headquarters
-may be at that isolated suburban place of his.”</p>
-
-<p>“By Jove, that may be so!”</p>
-
-<p>“Let’s look a little deeper, Chick, and see how far
-some of the other facts sustain this theory. I was held
-up when on my way out there Tuesday morning,” continued
-Nick. “That may have been merely a coincidence,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
-the scamps possibly having been laying in wait
-for some victim, though there still remains a chance
-of something even more than that under the surface.”</p>
-
-<p>“Decidedly so,” replied Chick. “Such things don’t
-often happen by chance.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll investigate that a little later.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“After the hold-up, Chick, I hastened to Badger’s
-house, arriving there within ten minutes after the robbery,”
-Nick went on.</p>
-
-<p>“Then it must have occurred pretty near his place.”</p>
-
-<p>“Within half a mile.”</p>
-
-<p>“That, too, is significant.”</p>
-
-<p>“In a measure,” assented Nick. “I found his chauffeur
-cleaning a Stanley machine in the driveway, where I
-could not help observing him. Ordinarily such a job
-would be done in the stable or garage, and I am now inclined
-to think that it was done outside only intentionally
-to make me believe, in case of any distrust, that
-Badger uses a Stanley machine, and not such a car as
-that in which I saw the thieves escape.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know how many machines he owns?”</p>
-
-<p>“I do not, Chick. In fact, I know very little about
-him or his place.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll make it a point to learn.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I did not fancy the looks nor air of his chauffeur,”
-continued Nick. “He appeared to avoid my questions,
-and I now suspect that may have been done to give
-Badger time to get out of his rig as a highwayman and
-into the house suit and red flannel bandages in which
-he received me.”</p>
-
-<p>“You think that whole business was designed only to
-blind you, in case you had any suspicions?”</p>
-
-<p>“That certainly would have been the design, Chick,
-providing that we are justified in suspecting him at all.”</p>
-
-<p>“There are too many of these significant little circumstances,
-Nick, for us to doubt that we are hitting somewhere
-near the mark,” Chick shrewdly reasoned.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s the way I now regard them,” said Nick.
-“After my talk with Badger, in which I stated I should
-call upon Madame Victoria, he may have telephoned the
-fact to the fortune-teller. I noticed that he had a telephone
-in the hall.”</p>
-
-<p>“That would explain her knowledge of you, Nick,”
-said Chick. “But bear in mind that you were in disguise
-when you first called upon her.”</p>
-
-<p>“I remember that, Chick.”</p>
-
-<p>“How can she have known you?”</p>
-
-<p>“Badger may have been alarmed by my visit,” argued
-Nick, “and he possibly suspected that I might adopt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
-some disguise. Very likely he mentioned some distinctive
-feature about my person, one which I would not
-ordinarily remove, by which Madame Victoria may have
-identified me.”</p>
-
-<p>“That may have been the case,” admitted Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“The knowledge she displayed certainly points to
-some such move on Badger’s part, and adds to our
-grounds for suspicion,” continued Nick. “She had me
-well marked in some way, there is no denying that.
-Furthermore, the fact that she warned me to drop the
-perilous business I was about to undertake, predicting
-that I should meet only with failure, points plainly to a
-possibility that they were taking that method to influence
-me to drop the case.”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee whiz!” exclaimed Patsy. “That now looks dead
-open and shut, Mr. Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“It certainly is significant.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll bet you landed right in the midst of this gang of
-road thieves. In that case, Nick, the rest of our work
-should be easy,” Chick quickly remarked. “It should
-be child’s play for us to round them up.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick thoughtfully shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m not so sure of that, Chick,” said he. “We as yet
-have no tangible evidence against them, and nothing less
-will serve us in a court of law,” replied Nick.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“That’s true.”</p>
-
-<p>“Our theory is built chiefly upon trivial circumstances,
-all of which are significant enough, I’ll admit, and sufficiently
-numerous to warrant considerable suspicion. But
-we must secure more positive evidence before we can
-take any decisive action against these suspects.”</p>
-
-<p>“I guess that is right, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“We ought to get the evidence easily enough, if we
-really have located the crooks,” declared Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter laughed again, with a glance at the eager
-eyes of the youthful detective.</p>
-
-<p>“That one word, really, is quite important, Patsy,”
-said he. “It is barely possible that we are mistaken, at
-least in part, if not entirely so. Circumstantial evidence
-is never wholly trustworthy.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll bet you are right, sir, for all that,” insisted Patsy,
-with abiding faith in Nick’s shrewdness.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall first make sure that I am,” said Nick, “by
-taking some step to confirm my theory. As for securing
-the evidence with which to convict these rascals, Patsy,
-that may not be done as easily as you think. If they become
-wary, fearing that we suspect them, they not only
-may drop the business entirely for a time, but may also
-cover their past tracks so cleverly as to conceal the evidence
-that we require.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I hadn’t thought of that, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s too true for a joke, Nick, and we cannot be too
-careful and crafty at the outset,” Chick gravely put in,
-now taking the measure of the case quite as clearly as
-Nick himself. “What do you intend doing?”</p>
-
-<p>“Personally, Chick, I am going down to State Street
-this morning, and see what I can learn about Badger.
-Then I am going up to police headquarters and return
-these documents to Chief Weston. He loaned them to
-me that I might learn what lines of investigation his
-men have followed.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do they appear to have accomplished anything?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing more than to note in detail the facts of the
-various robberies,” smiled Nick. “Not one of them has
-hit upon a rational clue.”</p>
-
-<p>“Is there anything you want us to do while you are
-thus engaged?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes. I want you and Patsy to go out to Brookline
-and see what you can discover at Badger’s place,” replied
-Nick. “I don’t want you to be seen about there, however.”</p>
-
-<p>“H’m! Let us alone to be discreet.”</p>
-
-<p>“His estate is backed by quite an extensive woodland,
-through which you can easily approach after locating the
-place.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“That will be an advantage.”</p>
-
-<p>“Take what time you require,” added Nick, “and
-learn how many men are employed in and about the
-house and stable. Also learn how many automobiles and
-horses he keeps. Several of these hold-ups have been
-committed by horsemen, and I wish to learn what Badger
-owns in both lines.”</p>
-
-<p>“Automobiles and horses?”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll ferret out the whole business, Mr. Carter, trust
-us for that,” cried Patsy, impatient to be at work.</p>
-
-<p>“Meantime,” said Nick, rising, “I’ll employ myself as
-stated. It is now half-past ten. You may require three
-or four hours to learn what I would like to know, so
-we will plan to meet here again about an hour or two
-before dinner, say at four o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>“That will give us ample time,” declared Chick. “We’ll
-be here at four sharp.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll find me here,” said Nick, with no thought that
-anything would occur to prevent him.</p>
-
-<p>The three left the house together, parting at the
-Washington Street door, both Chick and Patsy heading
-for the subway to take a Brookline trolley car. Neither
-so much as dreamed, however, that many an anxious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
-hour would pass before they again saw Nick’s familiar
-face or heard his genial voice.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.
-<br />
-<small>THE ANCHOR TO WINDWARD.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>As he had stated to his assistants before leaving the
-Adams House that morning, Nick Carter hastened down
-to State Street to see what he could learn about Amos
-Badger.</p>
-
-<p>With his wide acquaintance and friendly relations with
-the bankers and brokers, both in New York and Boston,
-it was an easy matter for Nick to ascertain, without
-disclosing his motives, the facts which he aimed to discover.</p>
-
-<p>He learned from perfectly reliable sources that Badger,
-who had no partner in business, was heavily long
-of stocks in the market, a market that had been steadily
-declining for months; also, that his loan-account on this
-class of collateral had been repeatedly subjected to calls
-for additional margins, which were known to have been
-met only with considerable difficulty and delay.</p>
-
-<p>In a nutshell, Nick easily discovered that Badger had
-for months been in financial hot water, yet had succeeded
-in tiding himself along up to date.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Nick now thought he could guess by what desperate
-means this man was raising the funds required to meet
-his increasing obligations from day to day.</p>
-
-<p>Incidentally, however, Nick learned other facts for
-which he was not specially seeking, yet which further
-confirmed the theory he had so shrewdly formed.</p>
-
-<p>These facts related to Badger’s wife and her sister,
-the Tremont Street fortune-teller, and were imparted to
-Nick a bit maliciously by a broker who had suffered in
-one way or another through Madame Victoria, and who
-was informed of the history of the two women.</p>
-
-<p>Briefly stated, as it was given to Nick, both were
-born in England, the daughters of a second-rate actor
-and manager of various itinerant amusement enterprises,
-in none of which he had achieved any great success.</p>
-
-<p>The two girls had some little talent in one way or another,
-however, and both had spent their earlier years in
-the show business, filling such positions as the various
-enterprises of their father, since dead, required.</p>
-
-<p>Now as an alleged gipsy fortune-teller, now as a
-palmist, at other times an astrologer, or some like attraction
-under a different name, but always as a sideshow
-to some other amusement, the younger of the two
-had acquired that experience which, after the marriage
-of her sister and her coming to America, had enabled her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
-to establish in Boston the business now conducted under
-the name of Madame Victoria.</p>
-
-<p>The elder of the two, now Badger’s wife, had sung on
-the stage, done turns in the concert-halls, and in earlier
-years had been an accomplished equestrienne in the
-circus-ring, from the first of which Badger had married
-her in Manchester, about five years before.</p>
-
-<p>That both women were little more than adventuresses
-of a rather disreputable type, Nick’s informant positively
-assured him, and this further confirmed his theory
-and convinced him that he was on the right track.</p>
-
-<p>It was early afternoon when he arrived at police headquarters,
-in Pemberton Square, and entered the general
-office previously described.</p>
-
-<p>It so happened that Chief Weston was in this office at
-the time, though all of the detectives not then assigned
-to outside work were either out at lunch or in the officers’
-lounging-room.</p>
-
-<p>It so happened, also, since Satan sometimes serves his
-own, that the only other occupant of the general office
-was the clerk whom Nick had encountered there several
-days before—Mr. Sandy Hyde.</p>
-
-<p>The brick-hued head of the latter was raised from over
-his books upon hearing the detective’s name mentioned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
-in greeting, and his catlike eyes lighted with quickened
-interest.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, good morning, Nick!” was Chief Weston’s greeting.
-“Anything doing?”</p>
-
-<p>“I wish to return these reports, chief, which I took
-from you a few days ago,” replied Nick, producing them
-from his pocket.</p>
-
-<p>“No further use for them?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not at present.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very well.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will retain this photograph, however, which I may
-use to advantage a little later.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ve not hit upon a clue from that, have you?”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I’m not prepared to say,” demurred Nick, a bit
-evasively.</p>
-
-<p>“Come inside,” Chief Weston abruptly said, quick to
-notice Nick’s hesitation. “We shall not be interrupted
-in my office. Bear that in mind, Sandy.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right, chief.”</p>
-
-<p>“This way, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick entered the enclosure, and passed through the
-passage leading to the chief’s, private office.</p>
-
-<p>He did not so much as glance at the clerk, however,
-whose head had again dropped over his books.</p>
-
-<p>Snap!</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The catch-lock announced that the door of the private
-office had securely closed.</p>
-
-<p>Now Mr. Sandy Hyde dropped his pen, and came
-down from his stool.</p>
-
-<p>For a moment he peered sharply through the brass
-lattice along the top of the desks, toward the two open
-doors leading into the adjoining corridors.</p>
-
-<p>Next he darted out of the enclosure, and quickly closed
-both of these doors.</p>
-
-<p>No cat’s eyes aglow from a dark corner ever burned
-more greenishly bright and intense than those of this
-watchful miscreant at that moment.</p>
-
-<p>It was for him a moment of peril, and well he knew
-it; yet, in the event of an intruder into the outer office,
-he relied upon hearing one of the closed doors opened
-in time to evade detection.</p>
-
-<p>With both closed, he next hurried back into the enclosure,
-from outside of which the interior of the narrow
-passage could only partly be seen.</p>
-
-<p>Into this passage Hyde quickly entered, with the
-stealthy quietude of a shadow, and stood listening at the
-chief’s door, his ear touching the panel, his eyes still
-bright with a satanic glow evincing his evil impulse.</p>
-
-<p>His several precautions had required but a very few
-seconds, moreover, and he lost hardly a word of Nick<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>
-Carter’s brief interview with Chief Weston, who was
-about repeating his question just as the eavesdropper arrived
-at the door.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ve not struck a clue from that photograph, Nick,
-have you?”</p>
-
-<p>Nick was never much inclined to reveal his discoveries
-before they culminated in some decisive move, and he
-again evaded the question by saying:</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I’m not quite sure about that, Weston.”</p>
-
-<p>“What do you suspect?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing at all definite as yet,” laughed Nick indifferently.
-“I wish to retain the photograph a while longer,
-however, if you have no objection.”</p>
-
-<p>“None whatever, Nick, yet you pique my curiosity.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will explain later.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very well.”</p>
-
-<p>“I presume that Madame Victoria could easily show
-me the exact spot where this hold-up occurred,” remarked
-Nick, who had remained standing beside the
-chiefs desk.</p>
-
-<p>“I imagine so, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m going to have her take me out there.”</p>
-
-<p>“For what purpose?”</p>
-
-<p>“I want to see what sort of a place these crooks
-usually select for their rascally work.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I should say that you already had seen that,” laughed
-Weston, who had been informed of Nick’s encounter
-with them.</p>
-
-<p>Nick shrugged his broad shoulders, smiling meaningly,
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>“I wish to see how the two localities correspond. As
-for my lost property, Weston, I’ll make an even bet that
-I recover it sooner or later.”</p>
-
-<p>The last was said a bit resentfully, and with a significance
-that brought a quick change over Weston’s face.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ve got wise to something, Nick!” he abruptly
-exclaimed.</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed again.</p>
-
-<p>“What is it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’d rather inform you a little later, Weston.”</p>
-
-<p>“Just as you like, of course, but I’m really curious to
-know what you have learned.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m not quite sure of it yet, chief, and I’d prefer
-making sure before I indulge in any revelations,” said
-Nick, with a shake of his head. “It’s not my way, you
-know, to make disclosures which later may prove to be
-groundless.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m well aware of that, Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“If it will afford you any satisfaction, however, I will
-make one definite statement.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“What is that?”</p>
-
-<p>“Merely this, Weston,” Nick forcibly declared. “I
-will land these crooks for you, every man and woman of
-them, or I’ll throw up my commission.”</p>
-
-<p>The ear at the panel was strained at that moment,
-and the glow in the eyes of the listener became a threatening
-flame.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well, that ought to be good enough for anybody,”
-cried Weston, with much satisfaction. “I felt
-sure that you had run upon something worth knowing.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick nodded significantly, yet replied quite indifferently:</p>
-
-<p>“I think that I have, Weston, and, when I am dead
-sure of it, I will tell you of what it consists.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right, Nick,” was the reply, with a genial laugh.
-“I said in the beginning that you should not be interfered
-with in this case, and that goes at any stage of it.
-Run it in your own way, Nick, and you’ll suit me.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m only a bit curious to go out to the scene of this
-robbery,” Nick now added, with a glance at the photograph
-which he was replacing in his pocket. “If I
-can catch Madame Victoria at her rooms after I have
-lunched, I think I can get her to ride out there with me.”</p>
-
-<p>“No doubt of it, Nick. She’ll be glad enough to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>
-anything that gives promise of the recovery of her property.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick smiled a bit oddly, and prepared to depart.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall drop in to see her about two o’clock,” said
-Nick. “I reckon I can bring her to my way of thinking.”</p>
-
-<p>“When shall I see you again?” asked Weston, rising.</p>
-
-<p>“Within a day or two.”</p>
-
-<p>“I wish you luck meantime.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed and shook his head, saying with considerable
-dryness:</p>
-
-<p>“I depend less upon luck, Weston, than upon labor
-and head-work. If I can make nothing out of this case
-with my brains, I have no faith that luck will do it for
-me. As I said before, Weston, I’ll see you within a day
-or two.”</p>
-
-<p>The listening ear had left the panel of the door.</p>
-
-<p>The catlike tread had pattered quickly through the
-passage and out of the enclosure, and again the corridor
-doors stood open.</p>
-
-<p>There had been no intruder during the brief interview,
-and a look of evil exultation had risen in the eyes
-of Mr. Sandy Hyde.</p>
-
-<p>As Amos Badger had declared to his confederates one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>
-recent morning, it was, indeed, dead lucky that they had—this
-anchor to the windward.</p>
-
-<p>For it was this miscreant who had warned Badger of
-Nick Carter’s arrival in Boston, and of his acceptance
-of this case.</p>
-
-<p>It was this miscreant who had informed Badger of
-Nick’s intended visit the same morning, and who had
-made possible the hold-up which to Nick had appeared so
-like a coincidence.</p>
-
-<p>It was this miscreant, too, whose treachery now bid
-fair to cost Nick Carter his life, yet whom the latter,
-with all his keenness, was far from suspecting.</p>
-
-<p>For who looks for treachery in high places, or in
-those from whom only loyalty is most naturally expected?</p>
-
-<p>The catlike eyes had lost their greenish glow, and the
-brick-hued head was again bowed above the books, when
-Nick and Chief Weston came striding through the passage
-and out of the enclosure.</p>
-
-<p>Nick did not delay his departure any longer, and
-without a word to the clerk, Chief Weston returned to
-his private office.</p>
-
-<p>It was then one o’clock.</p>
-
-<p>Five minutes later the head clerk came in from lunch,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>
-and Sandy Hyde at once laid down his pen and began
-putting on his street coat.</p>
-
-<p>The next hour was his own—and he thought he knew
-how he could best use it.</p>
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.
-<br />
-<small>THE INCENTIVE TO TREACHERY.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>Ten minutes after leaving police headquarters Sandy
-Hyde might have been seen slinking across the Tremont
-Street mall of Boston Common.</p>
-
-<p>Yet only a close observer would have recognized the
-treacherous little rascal.</p>
-
-<p>He had his coat-collar turned well up about his ears,
-his soft felt hat drawn forward over his brow, and with
-his handkerchief held to his face his crafty countenance
-was for the most part concealed.</p>
-
-<p>Presently he glided across the street, then hurriedly
-bolted into the corridor of one of the buildings—that in
-which the rooms of the fortune-teller and long-time adventuress
-were located.</p>
-
-<p>Quickly mounting the stairs, Hyde unceremoniously
-entered her rooms.</p>
-
-<p>He found Vic Clayton, by which name he best knew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
-her, seated alone in the reception-parlor, the maid employed
-there having just gone out to lunch.</p>
-
-<p>“Why, hello, Sandy!” she cried, starting up from her
-chair when he entered.</p>
-
-<p>When he eagerly advanced to clasp both her hands,
-moreover, she drew him into her arms and kissed him,
-as only lovers kiss.</p>
-
-<p>“Break away!” he quickly protested, however.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, well, what’s this?”</p>
-
-<p>“As much as I like it, Vic, there’s no time for that.”</p>
-
-<p>The woman’s eyes took on a startled look.</p>
-
-<p>“No time!” she echoed, sharply regarding him.</p>
-
-<p>“I should say not. There’s the devil to pay.”</p>
-
-<p>“What do you mean?”</p>
-
-<p>“Or worse than the devil—that’s Nick Carter!”</p>
-
-<p>“What of him?”</p>
-
-<p>“He’s coming here again.”</p>
-
-<p>“For what?”</p>
-
-<p>The last came with vicious asperity from the lips of
-the surprised woman.</p>
-
-<p>The color had left her cheeks. The light of sensuous
-affection, the bestowal of which had turned this man into
-a knave, a traitor to his trust at police headquarters, and
-made him her dupe and tool—this light of passion had
-suddenly died from her eyes, displaced by the vengeful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span>
-fire with which she had last parted from the man he
-had just mentioned.</p>
-
-<p>Darting to the door, Vic hurriedly turned the key,
-then swept around, as quick and lithe as a panther in her
-movements, and grasped Hyde by the shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>“Not coming here now, not at once, is he?” she demanded,
-in rapid whispers.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you think I’m daffy, to be here, in that case?”
-growled Sandy.</p>
-
-<p>“Yet——”</p>
-
-<p>“No, no; there’s time enough, Vic,” he interrupted.
-“He’s not coming till two o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>“For what?”</p>
-
-<p>“To ask you to go with him to the scene of the fake
-hold-up.”</p>
-
-<p>“That of the photograph?” gasped Vic, with hands
-pressed to her breast and her white face drawn with increasing
-apprehension.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what he said.”</p>
-
-<p>“Has he detected something queer in that picture?”</p>
-
-<p>“I reckon he has, Vic.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know what he suspects?”</p>
-
-<p>“He didn’t say,” replied Hyde. “Weston asked him,
-but Carter only said that he’d keep the photograph for a
-time.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Do you know for what?”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t.”</p>
-
-<p>“Were there any names mentioned?”</p>
-
-<p>“Only yours.”</p>
-
-<p>“In the way you stated?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Anything more?”</p>
-
-<p>“One thing—and a mighty significant one!” growled
-Hyde, with a nod.</p>
-
-<p>“What was that?”</p>
-
-<p>“He added that he would land our gang, every man
-and woman of us, or throw up his job.”</p>
-
-<p>“He said that, did he?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what.”</p>
-
-<p>“The infernal meddler!”</p>
-
-<p>“He has struck some clue, that’s dead sure!” declared
-the spy. “It’s a condition that means we must get him,
-Vic, or he’ll get us.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, we’ll get him, all right!” Vic Clayton now cried,
-with a venomous sneer. “If he’s coming for that, for
-what you say, you let me alone to get him!”</p>
-
-<p>Though her flood of questions had been asked with
-passionate impatience, she now appeared more calm, yet
-not less viciously determined.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>With a seductive smile, she now said warmly:</p>
-
-<p>“You’re all right, Sandy. I’ll not forget this little
-service, and you shall have your reward when——”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll get mine, all right, Vic, if the chief ever gets
-wise to the game I’m playing,” interrupted Hyde, with a
-mingled laugh and grimace.</p>
-
-<p>“He will never learn of it.”</p>
-
-<p>“If he does, Vic, I can see myself put through the
-third degree in a way that will leave mighty little of
-me.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bosh!”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m taking mighty long chances in doing this for you,
-and for——”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you getting no reward for doing it, Sandy?”</p>
-
-<p>The woman’s arm had stolen around his neck, while
-her breath fell warm on his cheek with the interruption.
-She drew him closer till her lips met his, then hurriedly
-released him, saying quickly:</p>
-
-<p>“Go, now, Sandy, and leave the rest to me.”</p>
-
-<p>“You can handle the matter?” he lingered to inquire
-anxiously.</p>
-
-<p>“You bet I can handle it!”</p>
-
-<p>“What will you do?”</p>
-
-<p>“You leave that to me, I say.”</p>
-
-<p>“You have no time to waste, Vic.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Is time not wasted in talk of this kind?” Vic impatiently
-rejoined. “Go at once, I repeat, and leave the
-rest to me.”</p>
-
-<p>Hyde started for the door, only to have the woman
-again dart across his path and clasp him by the arm.</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a moment!” she cried, under her breath.</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>The query came with a startled gasp, as Hyde, naturally
-a nervous and cowardly cur, instinctively shrank
-from the expression now risen over Vic Clayton’s face.</p>
-
-<p>For there was murder in her dilated eyes, in her
-deathly white features, in the vicious firmness of her
-drawn, gray lips.</p>
-
-<p>“There is something more!” she hissed, with suppressed
-ferocity. “Have you been constantly watchful
-at headquarters?”</p>
-
-<p>“Have I? That’s a fat question for you to ask me,”
-said Hyde. “You should know that I have.”</p>
-
-<p>“So I do—so I do, Sandy, dear!” Vic hurriedly exclaimed,
-in assuasive tones. “But there is one thing
-more. Is Nick Carter alone in this case?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you sure of it—dead sure of it?” demanded
-Vic, with a voice and aspect that plainly betrayed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>
-murderous design that inspired this precautionary question.</p>
-
-<p>“Certainly I’m sure of it.”</p>
-
-<p>“It will do us no good to down him, mind you, if
-others at work with him are to rise up out of his ashes
-and confound us with the same evidence that he may
-possess.”</p>
-
-<p>“There are no others,” protested Hyde confidently.
-“If there were, Vic, I’d have told you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Providing you knew it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I’d have known it, all right,” declared Sandy.
-“I’m never out of the office except to eat and sleep, and
-I’d have been wise to it by this time if Carter had
-brought on any of his assistants from New York.”</p>
-
-<p>“You have heard none mentioned?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not one.”</p>
-
-<p>“This shows me the way, then—the one and only
-way,” muttered the woman, staring for a moment at the
-floor. “If it must be him or us—it shall not be us!”</p>
-
-<p>“Carter has been at the chief’s office only twice, both
-times alone,” added Hyde assuringly. “You may safely
-gamble on it, Vic, that he’s still alone on the case.”</p>
-
-<p>Again, with her vengeful countenance lighting for a
-moment, she slipped her arm about the spy’s neck and
-kissed him.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Go, now, Sandy, and leave the rest to me,” she repeated.
-“But come out to Badger’s place after dark
-to-night.”</p>
-
-<p>“To-night, Vic?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Shall I find you there?” queried Hyde, with wistful
-gaze.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, you’ll find me there—and another with me!”</p>
-
-<p>“Not Nick Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>The woman’s brows knit again and her eyes gleamed
-venomously.</p>
-
-<p>“Nick Carter—yes!” she rejoined, with suppressed
-ferocity. “Nick Carter—or what there is left of him!”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.
-<br />
-<small>THE ROAD TO CANTON.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>It was precisely two o’clock when Nick Carter arrived
-at Vic Clayton’s rooms in Tremont Street.</p>
-
-<p>Naturally, Nick did not so much as dream that she had
-been informed of his designs against her. That treachery
-existed at police headquarters was farthest from
-his thoughts.</p>
-
-<p>In asking Vic Clayton to take him to the place where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
-she and Claudia Badger claimed to have been robbed,
-Nick had several motives.</p>
-
-<p>To begin with, he wished to see if she would willingly
-consent to do so.</p>
-
-<p>Nick reasoned that, in case she readily consented, it
-would indicate a bare possibility that he in some way
-had misinterpreted the curious features that he had detected
-in the photograph, and that the picture might not
-be as incriminating in its significance as he had inferred.</p>
-
-<p>While even this remote doubt existed, Nick felt that
-he could not wisely make any very aggressive move in
-the case, and he took this method to remove the doubt.</p>
-
-<p>As a matter of fact, he hardly believed that Vic would
-consent to comply with this request, but would evade it
-with some plausible excuse.</p>
-
-<p>Providing that she complied and went with him, however,
-Nick believed that he could so corner her with
-questions, while alone with her in a carriage, that he
-could finally force from her a confession of the whole
-business.</p>
-
-<p>In any event, moreover, he felt sure that he could so
-artfully take these steps that he would in no way sacrifice
-any of his present advantages.</p>
-
-<p>He found Vic Clayton alone in the handsomely furnished<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>
-waiting-room, engaged in writing at an open desk
-in one corner.</p>
-
-<p>She had rearranged her hair and rouged her cheeks
-since Sandy Hyde’s departure, and she looked, as a matter
-of fact as well as of design, remarkably handsome
-and attractive.</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me!” she exclaimed, quickly dropping her pen
-upon seeing Nick enter. “Is it you, Detective Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“None other,” bowed Nick, smiling.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m delighted!” cried Vic, rising to offer her hand.
-“I do hope you bring some encouraging news, or possibly
-my lost gems themselves—despite that I predicted
-only failure for you.”</p>
-
-<p>The last was added with a fascinating laugh, in which
-Nick was willing enough to join, though he found nothing
-inviting in her seductive eyes and alluring airs.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, hardly anything as favorable as that, Madame
-Victoria,” he began.</p>
-
-<p>“No, no, pardon me!” she interrupted, playfully tapping
-him on the arm. “You surely do not call again
-to consult me professionally?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, I do not.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then drop the Madame Victoria, my dear Mr. Carter,
-which is much too strained for friendly intercourse,” she
-softly cried, with an arch glance at him. “Let me be to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>
-you plain Miss Clayton—or even plain Victoria, so be it
-that suits you even better.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick experienced a vague feeling of distrust stealing
-through him as he looked and listened, but in his ignorance
-of what herein has been disclosed, he could find
-no definite grounds for the feeling. Yet, instinctively, as
-one sometimes dreads dangers still remote and visionary,
-he did not fancy this woman’s bantering remarks nor
-her playful attempts to captivate him.</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed again, nevertheless, and agreeably rejoined:</p>
-
-<p>“As I told you the other day, Miss Clayton, it matters
-little to me what I call you, providing you consent to
-comply with my wishes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Your wishes?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me! I really think I should enjoy making them
-my own, Detective Carter,” murmured Vic, with a pretty
-cant of her head and a shrug of her shoulders.</p>
-
-<p>“I trust so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have a chair.”</p>
-
-<p>“Thanks.”</p>
-
-<p>“Now what do you want of me this time, Detective
-Carter?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>She had taken a seat near-by, still smiling archly at
-him, and Nick more gravely answered:</p>
-
-<p>“I want you to do me a little service.”</p>
-
-<p>“You have only to name it.”</p>
-
-<p>“I find you willing,” smiled Nick, a bit puzzled.</p>
-
-<p>“The pleasure is all mine,” laughed Vic. “Yet I’m
-really curious to know what you want of me.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell you. On what road was it, Miss Clayton, that
-you and Mrs. Badger were held up by these rascally
-highwaymen?”</p>
-
-<p>“The road to Canton.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you familiar with it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m familiar with that part of it,” cried Vic, with a
-very significant smile and grimace. “Dear me! I shall
-never forget it!”</p>
-
-<p>“Quite vividly impressed upon your memory, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“Decidedly so, Detective Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“I suppose you could locate the precise spot, if there
-was any occasion?”</p>
-
-<p>“Indeed, I could. I know exactly where it is.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, that is very fortunate,” said Nick agreeably. “I
-wish to go out there and view the spot.”</p>
-
-<p>“For what?”</p>
-
-<p>“I think I may discover some clue or sign, Miss Clayton,
-either in the general appearance of the immediate<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
-scene or the surrounding country, which might put me
-on the track of the thieves,” Nick artfully rejoined, now
-feeling that even this lame explanation could be made
-to serve his purpose. “Of course,” he smilingly added,
-“we detectives see much more in such cases than the untrained
-eyes of a layman.”</p>
-
-<p>“Naturally.”</p>
-
-<p>“You see the point, do you not?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, yes,” nodded Vic, with a demure stare at him.</p>
-
-<p>“What do you think of it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll admit there might be something in it.”</p>
-
-<p>“I thought you would,” Nick heartily replied. “Now
-the question is, to get back to the service I require of
-you. Will you go out there with me and show me the
-spot?”</p>
-
-<p>Vic burst out laughing, as if much amused.</p>
-
-<p>“Is that all you want of me?” she cried.</p>
-
-<p>“That is all just now,” said Nick, a bit dryly.</p>
-
-<p>“Why, of course, Detective Carter, I’ll go with you,”
-exclaimed Vic, as if a refusal was the last thing to have
-been expected, or any occasion for one. “How shall we
-go? It’s much too far to walk.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I should not think of asking you to walk,”
-laughed Nick, somehow feeling again that he was on
-deucedly thin ice, for which he could not account.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I hope not, my dear Mr. Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will provide a carriage.”</p>
-
-<p>“What time do you wish to go?”</p>
-
-<p>“The sooner the better, Miss Clayton. At once will
-suit me best of all.”</p>
-
-<p>Now Vic bridled a little, never other than crafty, and
-her smiling face took on a look of regret.</p>
-
-<p>“Dear me! That makes it a little bad,” she said, as
-if weighing the situation. “I already had planned to
-go to——Stay! here is a note to verify my making any
-excuse, Detective Carter, after offering so volubly to
-serve you.”</p>
-
-<p>She reached over to the desk while speaking, taking
-from it the note she had been writing, which she now
-handed to Nick to be read.</p>
-
-<p>It was merely a note to her maid, informing her that
-she would be absent for a few hours, and that the girl
-might close the rooms and take an outing until the
-morrow.</p>
-
-<p>“I had already planned to go riding, and was about
-to leave that note for Delia, my maid,” she explained,
-while Nick glanced at the craftily prepared missive.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, that does interfere, Miss Clayton, as you say,”
-he replied, eying her a bit sharply, yet failing to detect
-any sign of duplicity, so artful was the jade. “If you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>
-cannot go with me to-day, however, possibly to-morrow
-you——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a moment!” exclaimed Vic, as if struck with a
-second thought. “I was going only with Amos and his
-wife, merely for a run of an hour or two, and——Hark!
-that should be they!”</p>
-
-<p>The toot of an automobile-horn had sounded from the
-street below, and Vic sprang up while speaking, and ran
-to look from the window.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, they are at the curb,” she added, with manifest
-satisfaction. “Amos is coming up here. Now, if he has
-no definite plans, Mr. Carter, I see no reason why we
-cannot prevail upon you to——”</p>
-
-<p>She was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Amos
-Badger.</p>
-
-<p>He bolted into the room like a man in a hurry, his
-face flushed, his eyes bright, his voice resonant when impulsively
-inquiring:</p>
-
-<p>“All ready, Vic?”</p>
-
-<p>Then he checked himself and exclaimed quickly, as if
-unexpectedly beholding Nick in the room:</p>
-
-<p>“Why, hello, Carter! You here? Glad to see you
-again.”</p>
-
-<p>“The pleasure is mutual, Mr. Badger,” replied Nick,
-rising to accept the other’s proffered hand.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Thanks,” nodded Badger. “Have you got a line on
-those infernal crooks yet?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, not as yet.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sorry to hear it.”</p>
-
-<p>“But I’m hoping to do so.”</p>
-
-<p>“I join you in the hope, Carter,” declared Badger; then
-he laughingly added: “You’ll observe that I’m out of
-those red flannel bandages.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, so I see.”</p>
-
-<p>“A nasty thing, a cold in the early summer.”</p>
-
-<p>“So it is,” assented Nick. “I congratulate you upon
-being rid of it.”</p>
-
-<p>He had eyed the man intently while they were speaking,
-and he saw what he had not seen, heard what he
-had not heard, when they met at his place in Brookline;
-for Badger now knew that he was suspected; knew what
-desperate work must be done that afternoon, and he had
-dropped those little artifices with which he had aimed
-to blind Nick during their previous meeting.</p>
-
-<p>In his clear and cutting voice, in every subtle, sinister
-inflection, in the glowing glint of his dark eyes, in the
-poise of his supple, muscular figure—in one and all of
-these Nick now saw or heard again the man of the hold-up—as
-plainly as when he saw the knave standing with
-leveled weapons in that sunlit suburban road.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Yet the face of the detective did not change by so much
-as a shadow, and Vic Clayton now interposed, with a
-fine display of solicitude:</p>
-
-<p>“We can do Mr. Carter a service, Amos, if you have
-no plans for the afternoon.”</p>
-
-<p>“How?” demanded Badger, turning quickly to her.</p>
-
-<p>“He wishes to visit the place where Claudia and I were
-held up and robbed, and he came here to ask me to go
-with him. Now, if you have no particular trip you wish
-to make to-day——”</p>
-
-<p>“None whatever!” cried Badger, quickly interrupting.
-“We are out for an airing only, and I’d as soon go that
-way as any. The road to Canton—can you locate the
-precise place, Vic?”</p>
-
-<p>“Surely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then we’ll take him out there at once, if he wishes,”
-said Badger, quickly reverting to Nick. “What do you
-say, Carter? There’s a seat in my auto, if you care
-to go.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick had foreseen what was coming, and had decided
-what course to take.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, I’ll go,” he said briefly.</p>
-
-<p>“Good enough!” cried Badger. “Get into your wraps,
-Vic, and we’ll start at once.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick had seen, in fact, no wise alternative to accepting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>
-the offer. To have declined it, after the request he
-had made Vic Clayton, might have aroused suspicions
-which he had no reason to believe already existed. He
-would take no chance of that before positive evidence
-against these knaves had been secured.</p>
-
-<p>That he had been betrayed from police headquarters,
-that his suspicions and designs were already partly
-known, that he was now up against a plot hurriedly arranged
-by telephone, that he was the victim of an admirably
-played game, that his life itself was in jeopardy from
-that moment—only a clairvoyant could have seen all this.</p>
-
-<p>Nick Carter was not a clairvoyant, however, nor had
-he any reasonable cause for suspecting the real gravity
-of his situation.</p>
-
-<p>Yet with caution that was habitual to him when in the
-company of persons known to be crooks, Nick became
-more wary from the moment he took his seat in Badger’s
-automobile.</p>
-
-<p>It was a Packard four-cylinder motor-car, and Badger
-was running the machine. With Nick beside him on
-the front seat, and his wife and Vic Clayton behind, the
-party of four were soon speeding through Brookline toward
-the woodland roads of the famous Blue Hills.</p>
-
-<p>Though the animated conversation that was sustained
-meantime is not material here, it soon led Nick to form,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>
-in conjunction with the polite attentions bestowed upon
-him, a new theory in explanation of the seemingly natural
-situation.</p>
-
-<p>“These crafty rascals are merely aiming to make a
-favorable impression upon me with their courtesies,” he
-said to himself, during a lull in the conversation.</p>
-
-<p>“They are doing so in the hope of averting suspicion,
-with a view to convincing me that they are as honest and
-fashionable as they appear. They look and seem all
-right. I’ll give them credit for that, and if I knew less
-about them, I’m blessed if they wouldn’t fool me with
-their pretensions.”</p>
-
-<p>This soliloquy ran through Nick’s mind more than an
-hour after they had started, but it was given the lie most
-violently less than five minutes later.</p>
-
-<p>The car was then speeding along a woodland road
-in the Blue Hills, and Badger was bent forward over his
-steering-wheel, apparently intent upon the road ahead.</p>
-
-<p>As far as the eye could reach, the road was deserted.
-One hundred yards ahead it divided, a branch road turning
-off to the left.</p>
-
-<p>The junction of the two was in the very midst of a
-belt of woods, with no sign of a house or clearing in
-sight.</p>
-
-<p>After one swift, backward glance over her shoulder,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span>
-Vic Clayton suddenly leaned forward and cried, above
-the noise of the machine:</p>
-
-<p>“You must take that road to the east, Amos. The
-other leads to——”</p>
-
-<p>“No, no, you’re wrong about that,” Badger quickly
-called back over his shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>“No, I’m not!”</p>
-
-<p>“The west road leads to Canton.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’re mistaken, Amos,” insisted Vic, in apparent
-excitement, as the car rapidly approached the junction.
-“We must take the east road. Mustn’t we, Claudia?”</p>
-
-<p>Badger slowed down, as if in some uncertainty, then
-brought the car to a stop just at the junction.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, I am not really sure,” cried his wife, doubtfully
-looking about—yet only to make sure that no other car
-was in sight in any direction. “It’s all right, Amos——”</p>
-
-<p>Badger was already upon his feet, interrupting her.</p>
-
-<p>“Nonsense!” he exclaimed, while Nick glanced up with
-a feeling of distrust. “If we take that road, Vic, it
-will——Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Carter!”</p>
-
-<p>Apparently by accident, while gesticulating about the
-road, he had knocked Nick’s derby hat from his head.</p>
-
-<p>Then, with a lightning like move, made as if to catch
-the hat before it could fall to the ground, he threw himself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span>
-across the detective’s body, confining his arms to his
-sides.</p>
-
-<p>At that moment Vic Clayton had risen up in the car,
-standing directly behind Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Now!” yelled Badger, with terrible ferocity.</p>
-
-<p>There was no need for the command.</p>
-
-<p>Already the uplifted hand of the fortune-teller was
-descending; a hand fiercely gripping a clubbed revolver,
-and thrice the butt of the heavy weapon fell squarely
-upon Nick Carter’s unprotected head.</p>
-
-<p>The tragic episode had been enacted in the fraction
-of a second, before Nick could realize the design, much
-less prevent it, and a single blow delivered as the three
-had been would well-nigh have felled an ox.</p>
-
-<p>Without so much as a groan, with every muscle suddenly
-relaxing, Nick dropped inert and senseless upon
-the floor of the car, his hair and brow turned crimson
-by a swift gush of blood.</p>
-
-<p>In an instant Badger was out upon the ground.</p>
-
-<p>“Take my seat, Claudia,” he hurriedly cried to his
-wife. “Lend me a hand here, Vic, and we’ll throw him
-in behind. I’ll bind him hand and foot after we start
-again. There, there, that will do! Now around with the
-car, Claudia, and drive for home as if the devil followed
-us!”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The transfer had been made in half a minute.</p>
-
-<p>In another half the car was speeding back over the
-woodland road at thirty miles an hour—heading for
-Badger’s place near Brookline.</p>
-
-<p>Senseless, between the seats, out of view of any persons
-whom the speeding car might pass along the road,
-lay the man for whom failure only had been predicted
-by the desperate woman who had struck him down.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.
-<br />
-<small>CLOSE QUARTERS.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>“It’s not for me to say what you’ll do or not do, since
-you now appear to hold the ribbons. It’s up to you,
-Badger, and not for me to say.”</p>
-
-<p>The above came from Nick Carter several hours after
-the tragic episode enacted in the woodland road.</p>
-
-<p>Bound hand and foot, with his head rudely bandaged,
-Nick sat propped against one of four stone walls, evidently
-those of a small cellar, or possibly a wine-vault,
-with but one heavy door through which the place was
-accessible.</p>
-
-<p>Only the bare earth was under him, damp and cold,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span>
-while a small pool of stagnant water in one corner of
-the place evinced the depressed location of the ground.</p>
-
-<p>Two empty beer-kegs stood on end near-by.</p>
-
-<p>On one of them a lantern was burning, the rays from
-which shed only a dismal light over the more dismal
-scene.</p>
-
-<p>On the other keg sat Amos Badger, with his hands
-on his knees, his lowering gaze fixed upon the helpless
-detective, and his dark features wearing a look of mingled
-satisfaction and sinister scorn.</p>
-
-<p>It was then well into the evening, and Nick Carter had
-with some difficulty been doctored back to consciousness,
-and to a keen realization of his aching head and a most
-unenviable situation.</p>
-
-<p>The restoration had been accomplished by Conley, who
-was somewhat of a veterinary physician, and it was no
-sooner done than Badger hastened to interview his captive,
-an interview only just begun when Nick made the
-remark which opens this chapter.</p>
-
-<p>“Up to me, is it?” returned Badger, with stern complacency.
-“Up to me to say what shall be done with
-you?”</p>
-
-<p>“I cannot see that anything I say would be of weight,”
-said Nick coolly.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right—it wouldn’t!”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Not at present.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, nor later!” sneered Badger sharply. “You’ve had
-your last say, Carter, now that we have you in our
-clutches.”</p>
-
-<p>“A very rascally game you played to accomplish it!”</p>
-
-<p>“When you go hunting rascals, Carter, you must expect
-to be turned down by their own methods, if at all.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, too, and I was imprudent in not being
-ready for you.”</p>
-
-<p>“You were up against more craft and cunning than you
-bargained for.”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t need to be informed of it,” retorted Nick, now
-wondering when, how, and for what reason they had
-planned the trick.</p>
-
-<p>For he knew the assault must have been planned previous
-to his talk with Vic Clayton that afternoon, or it
-could not have been so quickly executed, nor the trap itself
-so definitely arranged.</p>
-
-<p>“One fact is now very obvious, however,” he presently
-added, hoping to lead Badger into some inadvertent disclosure.</p>
-
-<p>“What fact?” growled Badger, frowning at him.</p>
-
-<p>“Some person informed you of the request I designed
-to make the Clayton woman.”</p>
-
-<p>“Think so?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Or informed her.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’re getting wise fast.”</p>
-
-<p>“Otherwise, Badger, you couldn’t have planned the job
-among you,” continued Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Perhaps not.”</p>
-
-<p>“I can come pretty near guessing who it was, too,
-since Chief Weston is the only man I informed of my
-intention.”</p>
-
-<p>“Most likely he sent a messenger out here and warned
-us,” sneered Badger, with a grin.</p>
-
-<p>“Not he,” retorted Nick. “But there’s a red-headed
-sketch and outline of a man in his office, Badger, whom
-I’ll come pretty near rounding up along with the rest of
-you, when I get out of this hole.”</p>
-
-<p>“There will be no immediate rounding up, Carter,
-since it depends upon you alone,” replied Badger, with a
-searching stare at Nick’s face.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, then you were also told that I’m alone on the
-case,” said Nick, willing enough to have him think so.</p>
-
-<p>“Aren’t you alone on it?”</p>
-
-<p>“If I’m not, Badger, you’ll hear from others soon
-enough.”</p>
-
-<p>“There are no others.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right.”</p>
-
-<p>“And you are now helpless.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Not quite.”</p>
-
-<p>“As good as down and out.”</p>
-
-<p>“But I’m still in the ring,” insisted Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re in hands from which you’ll never escape alive,
-I give you my word on that,” cried Badger, with menacing
-austerity.</p>
-
-<p>“Your word, Badger, is a poor voucher.”</p>
-
-<p>“You now know far too much about us for us to let
-you escape and disclose it,” added the latter decisively.
-“I now want to know of just what your knowledge consists,
-and what action you have taken against us.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick laughed a bit derisively.</p>
-
-<p>“I guess, Badger, you’ll have to take it out in wanting,”
-said he.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll not inform me?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not by a long chalk.”</p>
-
-<p>“I shall find a way to compel you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly,” said Nick. “But you’ll have a long hunt
-before you find the way.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll let me alone to find that,” cried Badger, with
-confident asperity. “I can devise tortures so acute that
-even you will reveal what you have done toward——”</p>
-
-<p>His rascally threat was interrupted at that point by
-the sound of approaching steps from beyond the partly
-closed door. In a moment it was thrown open, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>
-Jerry Conley, followed by Vic Clayton and Badger’s wife,
-entered the dismal place.</p>
-
-<p>That the two women were as low-bred and disreputable
-as had been reported to Nick appeared in their utter
-disregard of his wretched condition, and the malicious
-satisfaction with which they stared at him, as they might
-have stared at a caged beast which they had had occasion
-to fear.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ve got him back to earth, have you?” asked
-Claudia, with a glance at Badger’s grim face. “Jerry
-just came and told us, so we thought we’d have a look
-at him.”</p>
-
-<p>Vic Clayton, however, came and bent above Nick,
-peering down at his stern features, now white from loss
-of blood; while her own evil eyes, with the mocking
-smile that curled her cruel lips, plainly evinced her
-despicable and malignant nature.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, you’ve got as many lives as a cat, haven’t you?”
-she demanded, in taunting tones.</p>
-
-<p>Nick returned her evil stare with hardly a change of
-countenance, yet there was in his lifted eyes an ominous,
-fiery gleam, from which those who knew him best had
-learned to shrink with fear.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall live long enough to repay with interest the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span>
-blows you dealt me, and to land you where you belong?”
-he sternly rejoined.</p>
-
-<p>“You will, eh?” sneered Vic, with a derisive laugh.</p>
-
-<p>“Without the slightest doubt.”</p>
-
-<p>“Evidently you’ve forgotten what I predicted for you.”</p>
-
-<p>“The predictions of a charlatan are seldom fulfilled.”</p>
-
-<p>“Charlatan?”</p>
-
-<p>“And crook,” added Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t be saucy, Mr. Carter, not to a lady,” said the
-frowning jade. “You’ll meet with just what I predicted
-for you—failure.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll risk that.”</p>
-
-<p>“And you’re in a very fair way to it,” added Vic, with
-a sinister nod, as she terminated her malicious scrutiny
-and turned to Amos Badger.</p>
-
-<p>The latter had drawn aside with his wife and Conley,
-and the three stood talking in subdued tones, apparently
-with no interest in the recent amusement of their confederate.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, what do you say?” demanded Vic, as she approached
-them. “We’ve got him, all right. Now, what’s
-to be done with him?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what we are discussing,” growled Conley, who
-had much of the ruffian in him. “I say ’twas a mistake<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span>
-not to have let him croak, if he’d have been accommodating
-enough to do so.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bah!” muttered Claudia. “Men with as hard heads as
-his don’t die so easily.”</p>
-
-<p>“To my way of thinking,” added Conley, “it’s safest
-for us to put out his light at once, and be done with it.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger, however, quickly shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“Not yet,” said he grimly. “Not before to-morrow.”</p>
-
-<p>“But why the delay?” protested Conley. “I cannot see
-anything in that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then I’ll tell you why.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, out with it.”</p>
-
-<p>Nick pricked up his ears, yet he could catch only a
-word now and then louder than others.</p>
-
-<p>“To begin with,” argued Badger, “I’m not going to
-run my neck into a noose before I know just how we
-stand. We have no blood on our hands as yet, and before
-I take chances of that kind, Conley, I’m going to be
-dead sure that Carter has not reported his suspicions
-to Weston. What good will it do to put him out of the
-way, only to find that we have half a score of Boston
-detectives on our heels, to whom Carter’s discoveries
-have been imparted.”</p>
-
-<p>“But Sandy declares that Weston knows nothing about
-that,” whispered Vic.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I hope he doesn’t, but I’m going to be sure of it before
-I wipe out Nick Carter,” said Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“How can you make sure?” growled Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“We shall know by to-morrow at this time.”</p>
-
-<p>“How so?”</p>
-
-<p>“Because we shall have others after us, Jerry, just as
-soon as the discovery is made that Carter is missing,”
-reasoned Badger. “If none show up, we may then
-safely assume that Sandy Hyde is right, and that Carter
-has disclosed nothing definite. We shall then know that
-he’s the only one we need fear, and it will then be time
-enough to put him down and out.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, there’s something in that,” Conley now muttered.</p>
-
-<p>“We know he cannot escape.”</p>
-
-<p>“H’m! I should say not.”</p>
-
-<p>“So there’s no need of haste, since we have him in our
-clutches,” added Badger. “Besides, there is another
-thing to be considered.”</p>
-
-<p>“What’s that?”</p>
-
-<p>“Carter may have some of his New York assistants
-here, for all we positively know to the contrary.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sandy says not,” interposed Vic.</p>
-
-<p>“He may not be absolutely sure,” Badger argued.
-“And until we are dead certain of it, which should be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span>
-by to-morrow at this time, I am resolved to take no
-chance of some day being tried for murder.”</p>
-
-<p>“That does have an ugly sound,” said Vic, with a dismal
-grimace.</p>
-
-<p>“And there’s an ugly penalty,” added her sister.</p>
-
-<p>“So that settles it, Jerry,” said Badger. “We’ll keep
-Carter right here till we know just what we’re up
-against.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, that’s good enough for me if ’tis for you,” said
-Conley indifferently.</p>
-
-<p>“Are you sure his bonds are secure?”</p>
-
-<p>“If he loosens any of those knots, Amos, I’ll eat the
-ropes,” was the confident rejoinder.</p>
-
-<p>“To-morrow we’ll take steps to make him open his
-mouth, and tell all he knows.”</p>
-
-<p>“What steps?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll find a way, let me alone for that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Meantime——” began Vic.</p>
-
-<p>“No more here,” interposed Badger. “It’s too infernally
-damp and cold. Go back to the house, you two
-women, and I’ll presently join you there. I’ll first make
-sure that things here are all safe.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right, Amos.”</p>
-
-<p>The two women withdrew from the vault, Nick following
-them with his gaze.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The two men remained, and both now proceeded to
-make doubly sure that the ropes binding Nick’s arms and
-limbs were securely knotted.</p>
-
-<p>Not a word was spoken.</p>
-
-<p>The work required less than a minute, and Badger
-then took up the lantern and signed for Conley to go out
-ahead.</p>
-
-<p>At the door of the vault, however, Badger turned
-back for a moment, to say, with vicious assurance:</p>
-
-<p>“If it is to be one of us who must go down and out,
-Carter, it will be you! Take my word for that!”</p>
-
-<p>For a moment Nick gazed sternly at him across the
-dismal place, then coldly retorted:</p>
-
-<p>“Since I have only your word for it, Badger, I feel
-perfectly safe!”</p>
-
-<p>Badger vented a half-smothered growl, then closed the
-heavy door with a resounding bang.</p>
-
-<p>Nick heard the shooting of bolts and the sound of a
-bar dropped into place.</p>
-
-<p>Then all was silence for a time—silence and darkness!</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER XIV.
-<br />
-<small>SHADOWS AND SHADOWED.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>“Thundering guns!” muttered Patsy. “He’d be an
-ugly cur to meet in the dark.”</p>
-
-<p>Chick Carter gazed in the direction indicated.</p>
-
-<p>The two detectives were comfortably seated on a log
-in the midst of a cluster of shrubbery.</p>
-
-<p>The shrubbery formed a part of the scrub and bushes
-skirting the woodland back of the extensive Badger
-estate.</p>
-
-<p>Nearly a hundred yards away was the stable, a side
-view, with the long carriage-house adjoining, as previously
-described.</p>
-
-<p>Fifty yards beyond was the Badger dwelling, rear
-elevation, with the back door and windows in plain sight,
-as well as part of one of the side verandas.</p>
-
-<p>The intervening ground was clear of trees, and nothing
-obstructed the view of the two watching detectives.</p>
-
-<p>They were executing Nick’s command given them that
-morning, that of learning what they could about the
-Badger place without being seen.</p>
-
-<p>They had already measured it from in front, and had
-arrived at their present vantage-point about half an hour<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span>
-before, bent upon watching till they were reasonably assured
-as to the number of servants in the house and
-stable.</p>
-
-<p>Matters always moved lively with the Carters after a
-trail was once fairly struck, and in this case they were
-no exception.</p>
-
-<p>That which had occasioned Patsy’s muttered exclamation
-was now observed by Chick, who parted the shrubbery
-concealing them to view the object a little better.</p>
-
-<p>It was a huge Cuban bloodhound, a wicked-looking
-beast. The animal had evidently just come out of the
-stable, the front of which was only partly visible to the
-detectives, and he was now trotting across the lawn toward
-the rear door of the house.</p>
-
-<p>“I believe you are right,” rejoined Chick. “He looks
-as if he might bolt a man with a single mouthful.”</p>
-
-<p>“Dead easy,” nodded Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>“If we have work to do here after dark,” said Chick,
-“we’d best keep that fellow in mind.”</p>
-
-<p>“Rather.”</p>
-
-<p>“He’d put up an uglier fight than the entire bunch
-we’ve seen so far.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, Chick.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ve seen only four as yet.”</p>
-
-<p>“Badger and his wife, whom we saw from the front,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span>
-counted Patsy. “The middle-aged woman at work in
-the kitchen yonder, and the covey we’ve seen about the
-stable. That makes four, Chick; sure as you’re a foot
-high.”</p>
-
-<p>“I begin to think there are no others.”</p>
-
-<p>“Four are not many to be carrying on the game Nick
-suspects,” suggested Patsy, a bit doubtfully.</p>
-
-<p>“There is still the Clayton woman,” replied Chick;
-“and she and Badger’s wife may be as bold and capable
-as men would be.”</p>
-
-<p>“Very likely.”</p>
-
-<p>“There are enough of them to have played this hold-up
-game successfully, that’s plain enough; and the
-smaller the number, Patsy, the less liability of betrayal.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s true, Chick.”</p>
-
-<p>“I think that the paucity of servants here is a point
-in our favor.”</p>
-
-<p>“A point that Nick is right?”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“Perhaps so.”</p>
-
-<p>“I doubt if there are others,” repeated Chick, “or if
-we can remain here much longer to advantage. We are
-to rejoin Nick at four o’clock, you remember.”</p>
-
-<p>“What time is it now?”</p>
-
-<p>“Half-past one,” replied Chick, consulting his watch.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was at that moment that Vic Clayton was receiving
-her very important communication from the spy from
-police headquarters, half an hour before the arrival of
-Nick.</p>
-
-<p>At the same moment, while Chick and Patsy were
-crouched, gazing toward the house, Conley came out of
-the rear door and sauntered toward the stable, lighting
-his pipe while he walked.</p>
-
-<p>“There’s that stable covey again,” murmured Patsy.
-“I don’t half-fancy his looks.”</p>
-
-<p>“Evidently he is just out from dinner.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure thing! See, the woman is now feeding the dog
-at the back steps. That’s what the ugly cur trotted over
-there for.”</p>
-
-<p>“He knows when meal-time comes,” laughed Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“Mebbe his meal-ticket is only good at this hour,”
-grinned Patsy. “I wonder if that covey is the only man
-in the stable. If he is, Chick, he must have a good bit
-of work, or else Nick is away off on some points.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why so?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nick thinks they have three or four horses out here.”</p>
-
-<p>“We know of one, Patsy.”</p>
-
-<p>“And he thinks these hold-up crooks have several automobiles.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“They don’t require much labor, particularly when only
-seldom used.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, they haven’t the autos in that stable, nor in the
-carriage-house,” declared Patsy. “That’s a cinch, Chick,
-for we’ve had a look into both.”</p>
-
-<p>“True.”</p>
-
-<p>“And there’s only one horse in the stable.”</p>
-
-<p>“They may have some secret place of concealment for
-the whole business,” said Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“Perhaps so, yet——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a bit!” Chick suddenly interrupted, rising to
-peer through the shrubbery. “What’s the meaning of
-this?”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee!” muttered Patsy, also starting to his feet.
-“Something’s up!”</p>
-
-<p>Though they had no way of learning the occasion for
-the excitement at this time, both being out of hearing
-and unable to approach without being detected, it was
-at just this time that Badger received from Vic Clayton
-a telephone communication concerning Nick Carter’s designs,
-and which had been quickly followed by the laying
-of the plot that later resulted in Nick’s downfall.</p>
-
-<p>Badger had come plunging out of the back door of the
-house, without coat or hat, throwing away his cigar as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>
-he ran across the lawn, all the while shouting lustily
-to Conley.</p>
-
-<p>It was his sudden appearance and obvious excitement
-that had so startled both Chick and Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>Conley turned back upon hearing the shouts, and the
-two crooks met about twenty feet in front of the stable,
-within plain view of the detectives.</p>
-
-<p>There Badger talked rapidly for several moments, with
-occasional fierce gestures in the direction of the city,
-and all the while both men exhibited in their faces and
-movements a consternation and excitement not easily to
-be accounted for by one out of hearing.</p>
-
-<p>“Gee! I’d give something to know what they are saying,”
-muttered Patsy, staring with distended eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“There is something in the wind,” nodded Chick.</p>
-
-<p>At the end of about a minute, Badger turned and
-rushed back to the house, entering it at the top of his
-speed.</p>
-
-<p>Conley, meantime, bolted out of sight toward the stable
-door, yet not into it, which was out of view of the detectives.</p>
-
-<p>“Where the dickens did he go?” said Chick curiously.</p>
-
-<p>“It looked as if he went into the stable,” said Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m not so sure of that.”</p>
-
-<p>“No?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I thought he turned to one side just before he approached
-the door.”</p>
-
-<p>“He may have run around the farthest corner,” suggested
-Patsy. “We might change our positions, Chick,
-so as to see that door.”</p>
-
-<p>“Wait a bit,” replied Chick. “There’s a big hurry here
-over something, and we shall see all there is to be seen
-in short order.”</p>
-
-<p>“I guess that’s right.”</p>
-
-<p>“Badger pointed toward town several times,” added
-Chick, with grave countenance. “I’d wager a little that
-Nick is in some way back of this, if not involved in some
-bother.”</p>
-
-<p>“You don’t imagine——”</p>
-
-<p>“Easy! Here comes Badger again.”</p>
-
-<p>Once more the latter had bolted out of the house, and
-this time he was followed by his wife.</p>
-
-<p>Now both had on their outside garments, and evidently
-were prepared for a ride.</p>
-
-<p>At the same moment an automobile, with a furious
-rumble and whir, came into view in front of the stable,
-and sped across the lawn to meet the couple.</p>
-
-<p>It was driven by Conley, who tumbled out of it the
-instant it stopped, while Badger and his wife clambered
-in almost as quickly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>In another moment, with Badger running it, the car
-was speeding down the long gravel driveway toward
-Laurel Road.</p>
-
-<p>The departure was made so excitedly and hurriedly
-that Patsy, who had been holding his breath all the while,
-now exhaled it with a sharp gasp.</p>
-
-<p>“Whew; that beats the record,” he exclaimed.</p>
-
-<p>“What puzzles me,” replied Chick perplexedly, “is
-where that auto came from.”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee! that’s just what I was thinking.”</p>
-
-<p>“It did not come out of the stable, I’ll swear to that.”</p>
-
-<p>“It looked to me as if it came around the farther corner.”</p>
-
-<p>“It was a Packard,” said Chick. “I know the machine.”</p>
-
-<p>“Perhaps——”</p>
-
-<p>“Break off and follow me,” now interrupted Chick,
-who had been watching Conley walk leisurely back toward
-the stable.</p>
-
-<p>“Where now?” asked Patsy, as they drew back through
-the woods.</p>
-
-<p>“Back to town,” said Chick decidedly. “There’s nothing
-more for us here at present.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s a good bet that Badger has headed for town,
-since he pointed that way so often.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“That’s just my idea, Patsy.”</p>
-
-<p>“What do you think about it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I think that something has happened to alarm these
-rascals,” replied Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“And that nobody but Nick could have brought that
-about?”</p>
-
-<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-
-<p>“In that case, Chick, he may have made some move
-since we left him.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“And possibly these guys have got wise to it.”</p>
-
-<p>“That appears to be about the size of it,” nodded
-Chick. “Furthermore, it looks as if Badger, in making
-this lightning trip, had got something up his sleeve for
-Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“A counter-move?”</p>
-
-<p>“Precisely.”</p>
-
-<p>“What shall we do about it?”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll first make sure about Nick,” replied Chick.
-“He was to rejoin us at four o’clock. If he doesn’t show
-up at that hour, or a little later, we must get a move on.”</p>
-
-<p>“To trace him?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“And if we fail to strike his trail?”</p>
-
-<p>“Back out here we’ll come, Patsy, dog or no dog, to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span>
-learn what this sudden journey really meant,” declared
-Chick, with grave determination.</p>
-
-<p>He had reasoned shrewdly in that he had attributed
-Badger’s excited departure to some unexpected cause for
-alarm, and also that Nick was the person most likely to
-have occasioned it.</p>
-
-<p>In the light of these deductions, moreover, Badger’s
-immediate and decisive action plainly indicated that he
-had some definite project in view, presumably one to
-avert the impending danger.</p>
-
-<p>The conclusions alone were sufficient to point to some
-peril threatening Nick, and his chief assistant was quick
-to arrive at them, and act accordingly.</p>
-
-<p>As a matter of fact, however, the celerity and astuteness
-with which the Carters invariably cooperated in
-their work went far toward insuring their success.</p>
-
-<p>Chick’s talk with Patsy had occurred while they picked
-their way through the belt of woods, from which they
-presently emerged, then hastened to the nearest trolley
-line and back to the city.</p>
-
-<p>It was nearly three o’clock when they arrived at the
-Adams House, and went to Nick’s room.</p>
-
-<p>There was no sign of Nick, however.</p>
-
-<p>The magnifying-glass with which he had examined<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span>
-the incriminating photograph was still lying on the table
-where he had left it. But there was neither note nor
-token to show that he had been there since the three departed
-in company that morning.</p>
-
-<p>“He has not returned since he left with us, Patsy,” said
-Chick, after looking about. “We’ll wait till the appointed
-hour.”</p>
-
-<p>“Four o’clock?”</p>
-
-<p>“Or a little later.”</p>
-
-<p>“He may show up by that time.”</p>
-
-<p>“I haven’t much hope of it,” replied Chick, a bit
-anxiously. “I’ve got it on me good and hard, a genuine
-hunch, Patsy, that something has gone wrong with
-him.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’re most generally right, Chick, when you feel
-like that.”</p>
-
-<p>Chick made no reply, but began pacing the floor.</p>
-
-<p>An hour passed, and brought no sign of Nick.</p>
-
-<p>At half-past four Chick could restrain his impatience
-no longer.</p>
-
-<p>“Come on!” he abruptly exclaimed, catching up his
-hat. “We’ll get a move on.”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy started up from the couch, on which he was
-having a pull at his pipe.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I’m with you!” he cried, with alacrity. “Going to try
-to trace him?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where first, Chick? To State Street?”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s too late to go there,” replied Chick, as they left
-the room and hastened toward the elevator.</p>
-
-<p>“Yet we might strike his trail there.”</p>
-
-<p>“I can do so more quickly, I think.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where?”</p>
-
-<p>“At police headquarters—Chief Weston’s office, in
-Pemberton Square.”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.
-<br />
-<small>ON NICK’S TRAIL.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>It was five o’clock when Chick and Patsy entered Pemberton
-Square.</p>
-
-<p>It was about half an hour before that when Nick Carter
-was lodged in his place of confinement.</p>
-
-<p>“You wait here, Patsy,” said Chick, at the corner on
-which Nick engaged Grady’s runabout a few mornings
-before. “There is no need of both of us going into the
-chief’s office. I’ll return inside of five minutes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Go ahead.”</p>
-
-<p>Chick hastened down the basement stairs and into the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span>
-chief’s office—only to encounter Sandy Hyde just entering
-from the opposite corridor.</p>
-
-<p>“Where’s the chief?” Chick cried bruskly.</p>
-
-<p>Hyde didn’t know Chick from a side of sole leather,
-but, knowing at least that he was not Nick Carter, he
-answered quite promptly:</p>
-
-<p>“The chief is in his office.”</p>
-
-<p>“I must see him.”</p>
-
-<p>“What name?”</p>
-
-<p>“Chick Carter. Come, come, I’m in a rush!”</p>
-
-<p>Hyde’s catlike eyes at once began to dilate upon hearing
-the name, taking on their greenish glow of internal
-excitement.</p>
-
-<p>He now realized that he had given Vic Clayton a
-wrong tip, that one of Nick’s assistants was in Boston
-and on the case with him, and the servile little rascal at
-once began to figure how he could square himself and
-discover Chick’s mission.</p>
-
-<p>He did not dare hazard playing the eavesdropper
-again, and also feared that he might not overhear all
-that was said by so doing, and he at once adopted the
-first resort that appealed to him.</p>
-
-<p>He hastened through the enclosure, and into Weston’s
-private office, saying quickly:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“There’s a man out here to see you, chief.”</p>
-
-<p>“What man?”</p>
-
-<p>“I didn’t catch his name, sir. But he’s in an awful
-rush, and I reckon something has happened.”</p>
-
-<p>Just as Hyde had expected, Chief Weston started up
-from his chair and strode into the general office.</p>
-
-<p>Hyde was cunning enough to foresee that, if Chick
-was in such great haste, their conversation would probably
-be carried on in the outer office.</p>
-
-<p>So it was, moreover, despite that Weston at once cried,
-as he shook his visitor by the hand:</p>
-
-<p>“Why, hello, Chick Carter! How are you? Come
-inside.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, no, chief,” Chick quickly declined. “I’m going
-to stay but a moment. Has Nick been here to-day?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes—about one o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know where he has gone?”</p>
-
-<p>“I know where he said he was going.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where was that?”</p>
-
-<p>“To Madame Victoria’s rooms, in Tremont Street,”
-replied Weston.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know for what?” inquired Chick, beginning
-to see light ahead.</p>
-
-<p>Chief Weston briefly told him of what Nick’s mission<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span>
-at Vic Clayton’s rooms consisted, as stated by Nick, and
-then he inquired curiously:</p>
-
-<p>“Why are you asking about him, Chick? Is there
-anything wrong?”</p>
-
-<p>Having learned all that he could then and there, however,
-Chick decided to impart nothing at this time.</p>
-
-<p>“No, nothing wrong, chief, I think,” he quickly rejoined,
-turning to go. “I am merely in a hurry to locate
-him, that’s all. He may have returned to the hotel by
-this time.”</p>
-
-<p>“I think likely you’ll find him there,” nodded Weston,
-a bit suspicious of Chick’s evasion.</p>
-
-<p>Chick did not wait longer, but bolted out as he had
-bolted in.</p>
-
-<p>Weston walked toward his private office.</p>
-
-<p>Hyde’s greenish eyes, now glowing more brightly
-than ever, drifted toward the telephone-closet.</p>
-
-<p>Before he could make a move to convey the desired
-warning to Badger, however, Chief Weston turned back
-and said curtly:</p>
-
-<p>“You come in here with me, Sandy. I want you to
-help me on my quarterly report for an hour or so. Look
-lively, too, or you’ll be tied up here till after six o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>The sallow features of the treacherous miscreant quivered
-and twitched with disappointment for a moment,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span>
-but immediate obedience was imperative—and the telephone
-had to wait!</p>
-
-<p>Chick Carter rejoined Patsy on the corner.</p>
-
-<p>“Come on!” he exclaimed.</p>
-
-<p>“Where now?” inquired Patsy, as they headed for
-Tremont Street.</p>
-
-<p>“To the fortune-teller’s rooms.”</p>
-
-<p>“Has Nick been there?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, about two o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did you learn for what?”</p>
-
-<p>“All that Weston could tell me,” replied Chick, hurriedly
-informing him what he had learned.</p>
-
-<p>Both were quick to see the possibilities which their
-various observations and discoveries presented, and Patsy
-now forcibly declared, as Chick concluded:</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll bet that some kind of a scurvy trick has been
-turned.”</p>
-
-<p>“I fear so, Patsy.”</p>
-
-<p>“Badger wouldn’t have been on such a rush with that
-auto unless he had some scheme in view.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right,” assented Chick. “Madame Victoria
-may have telephoned to him what Nick was about doing,
-and possibly planned with Badger to get him into
-their hands.”</p>
-
-<p>“That appears about the size of it. If we get no trace<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span>
-of him here,” growled Patsy, “we’ll go out there again
-to-night and investigate.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what we’ll do.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know just where the fortune-teller’s rooms
-are located?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yonder,” nodded Chick, as they hastened up Tremont
-Street. “In that block on the next corner.”</p>
-
-<p>“What are you going to ask her, in case she is there?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I can give her some kind of a plausible story
-to explain my inquiries,” replied Chick confidently.
-“She’s not clairvoyant enough to see through me, I’ll go
-my pile on that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Mine goes the same way,” vouchsafed Patsy, with a
-grin.</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll assuredly not let her know that I’m on the case
-with Nick,” added Chick. “If these rascals think he is
-working it alone, we may derive some advantage by
-keeping them in the dark.”</p>
-
-<p>“Surely.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nick also may not wish us to expose that we, too, are
-investigating the case——Stop a bit! Wait here!”</p>
-
-<p>Chick had suddenly caught Patsy by the arm and
-drawn him to the shelter of a doorway, less than twenty
-yards from that leading into the building occupied by
-Vic Clayton.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The occasion for this move was obvious.</p>
-
-<p>Just turning the corner of Boylston Street, and approaching
-the building mentioned, was a huge touring-car
-of the latest type, occupied by two women only.</p>
-
-<p>“By thunder!” muttered Patsy excitedly. “That’s Badger’s
-wife running that car.”</p>
-
-<p>“I see it is,” said Chick more coolly.</p>
-
-<p>“With the fortune-teller?”</p>
-
-<p>“No doubt of it. She answers Nick’s description of
-her.”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee whiz!”</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s not the car that Badger and his wife used
-this afternoon,” cried Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>“So I see,” said Chick, still watching the couple.
-“There is something back of all this.”</p>
-
-<p>“You bet there is!”</p>
-
-<p>“Hold your horses, however, till I see what the two
-women are about to do.”</p>
-
-<p>With skillful hands Claudia Badger had turned the
-huge car in Tremont Street, then brought it to a stop
-at the curb opposite the doorway giving ingress to Vic
-Clayton’s rooms.</p>
-
-<p>Then both women deliberately alighted and entered the
-building, leaving the automobile unattended.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Chick Carter’s eyes took on a sudden bright gleam.</p>
-
-<p>They had lighted upon a large willow hamper, or covered
-basket, attached to the rear of the car for the purpose
-of stowing away articles to be carried on a long
-tour. The hamper was nearly as large as a small trunk,
-and the top was secured only with two brass clasps.</p>
-
-<p>“By Jove, Patsy, here’s the chance of a lifetime!”
-Chick hurriedly exclaimed.</p>
-
-<p>“What do you mean?” came the eager inquiry.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you see that hamper?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure!”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you think you can get into it?”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy needed no further hint to the design in Chick’s
-mind, nor to the possibility it presented. With eyes
-quickly glowing with eagerness and excitement, he hurriedly
-replied:</p>
-
-<p>“Get into it? Sure I can! The scheme is a corker!
-It’ll take me right into the midst of these rascals. Come
-on, Chick, and——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a moment,” cautioned Chick. “Get that policeman
-to help you, explaining who you are, and have
-him take away any stuff that may be in the hamper.”</p>
-
-<p>“And you?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll rush up-stairs, and keep those two women engaged
-till I’m sure you are well under cover.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Good enough!”</p>
-
-<p>“And to-night you can count on me to lend a hand,”
-added Chick, “in case I am needed.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s the idea!” cried Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>“Away with you, then, while I tackle the two women.”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy hastened toward the deserted automobile, near
-which a policeman happened to be standing, and whose
-aid the former quickly obtained in the way Chick had
-suggested.</p>
-
-<p>Chick, meantime, hastened into the building and up to
-the rooms of Madame Victoria.</p>
-
-<p>He found the two women in the reception-parlor, Vic
-Clayton engaged in changing her automobile coat for
-a long cloak.</p>
-
-<p>They had driven into town again, after securing Nick,
-only in order that they might be seen by the occupants
-of the stores near-by, with a view to subsequently obtaining
-the testimony of these observers, if the need
-arose, in support of some plausible story to the effect
-that they had brought Nick back to town and left him in
-some locality.</p>
-
-<p>Upon hearing Chick enter the room, both women
-turned toward him with looks of surprise.</p>
-
-<p>“I beg pardon, ladies,” said he, bowing. “I am looking
-for Madame Victoria.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I am she,” replied Vic, sharply regarding him.</p>
-
-<p>“My name is Henderson, madame.”</p>
-
-<p>“What can I do for you, Mr. Henderson?”</p>
-
-<p>“I am looking for a gentleman who is said to have
-been here this afternoon, and with whom I have important
-business,” explained Chick, with a deliberation
-well calculated to give Patsy what time he would require
-below.</p>
-
-<p>He was quick to see, however, the suspicious gleam
-that instantly arose in Vic Clayton’s eyes upon learning
-his business, and he added, with some suavity:</p>
-
-<p>“I am unable to find the gentleman at his hotel, madame,
-and I thought he might still be here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Who is the gentleman?” asked Vic, with affected indifference.</p>
-
-<p>“His name is Nick Carter.”</p>
-
-<p>“Is he a friend of yours?”</p>
-
-<p>“An acquaintance only.”</p>
-
-<p>“How did you learn that he had been here, Mr.
-Henderson?” inquired Vic, now bestowing a gracious
-smile upon her questioner.</p>
-
-<p>“I was so informed by the clerk at the hotel, to whom
-Mr. Carter had mentioned his intention of coming
-here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah. I see.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I inferred that Mr. Carter came here to consult you
-professionally, madame, and I thought his interview
-might possibly have lasted till now.”</p>
-
-<p>Chick easily detected the relief which his artful explanation
-had occasioned both women, and it convinced
-him that he was on the right track, yet he in no way
-betrayed his convictions.</p>
-
-<p>Neither woman had approached the window to look
-out, and Vic Clayton had now buttoned her cloak and
-appeared anxious to depart.</p>
-
-<p>Chick knew that Patsy must have accomplished his
-design by this time, however, and he did not care how
-soon the interview terminated.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, Mr. Henderson, I cannot say where Mr. Carter
-has gone,” Vic carelessly rejoined. “We dropped him
-at the corner of Arlington Street, however, only a short
-time ago.”</p>
-
-<p>“From your automobile?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“Possibly, then, I shall now find him at the hotel.”</p>
-
-<p>“I think it quite probable, sir, for he walked toward
-Washington Street after he left us,” smiled Vic, edging
-toward the door which Claudia Badger already had
-opened.</p>
-
-<p>“I will return there and see,” said Chick, bowing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span>
-himself from the room. “Thank you very much for
-your information.”</p>
-
-<p>“Don’t mention it, sir,” replied Vic, with a little laugh,
-as she and her companion also stepped into the corridor,
-closing the door behind them.</p>
-
-<p>Chick politely stepped aside, and let them precede
-him down the stairs.</p>
-
-<p>Without so much as a glance at him again, both women
-fell into a conventional talk as they descended toward the
-street.</p>
-
-<p>Chick reached the sidewalk close upon their heels,
-however.</p>
-
-<p>The touring-car still stood at the curb—but there was
-no sign of Patsy in any direction.</p>
-
-<p>The policeman was lingering near-by, with an air of
-indifference and a vacant stare across the opposite Common.</p>
-
-<p>From some little distance away a few curious observers
-were gazing toward the car, wondering at what they had
-seen, but the officer had made sure that they were too
-remote to attract attention.</p>
-
-<p>Neither woman noticed them as she crossed the sidewalk
-and quickly entered the car.</p>
-
-<p>In another moment it was under way, with Claudia<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span>
-Badger at the wheel, and presently was speeding up
-Boylston Street.</p>
-
-<p>Chick now turned to the policeman, who received him
-with a significant grin.</p>
-
-<p>“What do you say, officer?” demanded Chick.</p>
-
-<p>“He’s in it, all right, sir,” was the reply.</p>
-
-<p>“In the hamper?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what.”</p>
-
-<p>“Was it empty?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not a thing in it, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>“Close quarters for him, weren’t they?”</p>
-
-<p>“Rather,” laughed the officer. “But he fixed the clasps
-so he can get out whenever he likes, and he’ll not fare
-so badly. What’s the job, Mr. Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“If all works well, officer, you may learn by reading
-to-morrow morning’s newspapers,” Chick pointedly rejoined,
-as he turned to go. “I cannot wait to inform
-you, for I now have work of my own elsewhere.”</p>
-
-<p>He was thinking of Badger’s place, and of what might
-befall the dauntless young detective then speeding out
-there in the hazardous manner described.</p>
-
-<p>Ten minutes later, however, with a revolver in each
-hip pocket, Chick also was on his way to Brookline.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>CHAPTER XVI.
-<br />
-<small>A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>Patsy held his breath.</p>
-
-<p>It was a novel and, at times, a thrilling sensation, that
-of riding at thirty miles an hour enclosed in a wicker
-hamper on the rear of an automobile.</p>
-
-<p>At times the car ran smoothly and swiftly; at others
-it jolted heavily over a rougher road.</p>
-
-<p>It was not dark in the basketlike receptacle into which
-Patsy had fairly crammed himself, yet the wickerwork
-was so compact that he could not see out unless he raised
-the cover, and that he did not venture to do.</p>
-
-<p>Neither could he hear anything that was said by the
-two women on the front seat of the car, owing to the
-constant noise of the vehicle.</p>
-
-<p>He knew, however, that he was on the road to Badger’s
-place, and speeding to the assistance of Nick Carter, and
-that was good enough for Patsy up to that time.</p>
-
-<p>After half an hour’s run, as nearly as he could judge,
-the cramped and twisted young detective felt the car
-sweep in a swift curve out of the direct road it had
-been following, and speed along a much less smooth and
-even way.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“We have entered Laurel Road,” he rightly conjectured.
-“In five more minutes we should arrive at
-Badger’s house. Providing that I am not discovered in
-this infernally tight box, I there may hear something to
-serve my purpose. If I can learn definitely that Nick is
-out here, and then discover just where he is located, the
-rest of the job should be fairly easy.”</p>
-
-<p>For his own peril, let it be what it might, the brave
-youngster had not even a passing thought.</p>
-
-<p>Presently the car turned again, and began to slow
-down, and a moment later, when the noise of the motor
-abated, Patsy could plainly hear Vic Clayton addressing
-her companion.</p>
-
-<p>“There is Amos on the side veranda, Claudia,” she
-cried, in satisfied tones.</p>
-
-<p>“So I see, Vic,” was the reply.</p>
-
-<p>“Things must still be all right out here, old girl, since
-he appears to be taking it easy, and is smoking a
-cigar.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will round that side of the house before running
-the car to the stable,” said Claudia.</p>
-
-<p>“You can drop me there, too.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll both stop there, and let Amos put the car under
-cover. Yes, I judge that things are all right out here,
-as you say.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“They’ll soon take a turn for the worse, I’ll wager my
-life on that,” thought Patsy, with grim anticipations.</p>
-
-<p>It was then nearly seven o’clock, and the dusk of the
-early evening had begun to fall.</p>
-
-<p>As the car approached the side veranda and came to
-a stop, Badger rose out of a chair in which he was seated,
-and strode to the steps leading down to the driveway.</p>
-
-<p>Though his dark features wore a look of evil complacency,
-he at once addressed his wife in rather uneasy
-tones.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, what’s the verdict?” he asked.</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing wrong, Amos,” she cried, as both women
-came down from the car.</p>
-
-<p>“Did you stop at your rooms, Vic?”</p>
-
-<p>“Certainly,” laughed the latter. “Don’t you notice that
-I have changed my coat?”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, yes, I see.”</p>
-
-<p>“I did that only to indicate that we had some motive
-for visiting the rooms,” she glibly added. “We had a
-visitor, too, while we were there.”</p>
-
-<p>“Who was that?”</p>
-
-<p>“A chap named Henderson.”</p>
-
-<p>“Henderson?”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what he said, Amos, and whom do you think
-he inquired after?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Not Nick Carter!” cried Badger, with brows quickly
-knitting.</p>
-
-<p>“None other.”</p>
-
-<p>“The devil you say! There may be something back
-of that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing that involves us, I reckon,” declared Vic
-confidently.</p>
-
-<p>“Why do you feel so sure of it?”</p>
-
-<p>“Because he was sent to my rooms by the clerk in the
-hotel where Carter was stopping, and to whom he had
-mentioned coming to my place. He merely wanted to
-see him on business, Amos, and couldn’t locate him.”</p>
-
-<p>The last was said with much significance and a loud,
-derisive laugh, in which Amos Badger now joined.</p>
-
-<p>“Not locate him, eh?” he cried, with a shrug. “Well,
-if anybody locates him after to-morrow, Vic, I’ll take a
-permanent seat in the back row.”</p>
-
-<p>As may be inferred, this conversation took place some
-little time before the interview with Nick himself, as related
-in a previous chapter.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll take a seat in that stone hotel in Charles
-Street, you mean, along with all the rest of us,” Vic
-bluntly rejoined.</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll soon be there!” thought Patsy, who was listening
-intently to all that was being said.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Not so much as a glance had been bestowed upon the
-hamper, which externally presented no unusual appearance,
-and Patsy felt tolerably safe in his concealment.</p>
-
-<p>The end was not yet, however.</p>
-
-<p>“What have you done with him, Amos?” Claudia now
-asked, as Badger came down the steps to run the car
-to cover.</p>
-
-<p>“With Carter?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, of course. We started for town, you know,
-the moment we had him safely landed here.”</p>
-
-<p>“Conley now has charge of him,” said Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“Where?”</p>
-
-<p>“In the old wine-vault.”</p>
-
-<p>“Are you going to confine him there?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, till I do worse to him.”</p>
-
-<p>“Has he come to himself?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not yet,” Badger promptly replied. “Those were
-three ugly blows that Vic gave him.”</p>
-
-<p>“I was taking no chances by falling short of my
-duty,” put in Vic, with a cruel laugh.</p>
-
-<p>“They’d have killed him for sure, Vic, if his head were
-not as tough and hard as a darky’s.”</p>
-
-<p>“He would then have been out of our way, at all
-events.”</p>
-
-<p>“Conley will soon have him revived, I think, and then<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span>
-we will have a talk with him, and force him to confess
-what is being done against us,” added Badger, approaching
-the automobile. “I’ll stow the machine while you
-two go in and eat your dinner. It’s already on the
-table.”</p>
-
-<p>“Had yours?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Send Jerry in here to tell us when his patient revives,”
-called Vic Clayton, as she mounted the steps.
-“I want to go out there and have a look at him.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right,” growled Badger, as he sprang into the
-car.</p>
-
-<p>Then the two women entered the house.</p>
-
-<p>In another moment the car started again with a whir
-and rumble, and Patsy mentally sized up the situation
-as he saw it.</p>
-
-<p>“We have hit the nail on the head, all right,” he said
-to himself. “These crooks are all that we have suspected,
-and they have Nick imprisoned out here, after
-knocking him on the head. They shall be paid with interest
-for the blows given him, however, as surely as the
-sun sets in the west.</p>
-
-<p>“Confined in the old wine-vault, eh? I wonder where
-that is located. Evidently it is not connected with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span>
-cellar of the house, since that she devil of a fortune-teller
-wants to go ‘out’ somewhere to see Nick.</p>
-
-<p>“Conley, plainly enough, is the stableman we saw
-to-day, and, since he has Nick in charge, it’s a good bet
-that the vault mentioned is either in the basement of
-the stable or that long carriage-house which adjoins it.
-I’ll wager that I speedily find it, give me half a chance.”</p>
-
-<p>“Hello! what’s the meaning of this?”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy had suddenly felt the car lurch heavily, and
-sway to one side, then plunge forward as if it were going
-down a steep incline.</p>
-
-<p>“We cannot be going directly into the stable,” he
-quickly reasoned. “The run into that is on the level, but
-we’re descending some short, steep place.”</p>
-
-<p>“By Jove! I have it. Badger is taking the car into
-some place from which Conley brought that one this
-noon, which Chick felt sure had not come out of the
-stable. These crooks must have some secret hiding-place
-for their several cars and horses, and Badger is
-about taking this one into it. Fortunately, I shall now
-know all about it.”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy was correct in these conjectures.</p>
-
-<p>Badger had run the car around a corner of the stable,
-then down to a short fence enclosing the space below the
-building, which stood on a slope of the land.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>In this fence was a door about wide enough to admit
-the car, and Badger quickly sprang down to open it.</p>
-
-<p>As the latter did so, there fell upon Patsy’s ears a
-sound that chilled his blood, despite the strong nerves
-and invincible courage of the young detective.</p>
-
-<p>The sound was the sudden threatening barking of a
-dog, then confined in this basement garage.</p>
-
-<p>“By thunder! it’s that Cuban bloodhound!” was Patsy’s
-mental exclamation.</p>
-
-<p>He felt a thrill of dismay when he now recalled the
-huge beast, which he had not once thought of since
-undertaking the hazardous venture in which he was at
-present helplessly launched.</p>
-
-<p>“If I escape detection by his ugly nostrils I shall be
-lucky,” he said to himself. “If he scents me before I
-can make some kind of a move to escape from this
-basket, I shall be a gone goose for sure.”</p>
-
-<p>These thoughts passed quickly through Patsy’s mind
-while Badger was opening the door mentioned.</p>
-
-<p>Then out came the dog, nearly as large as a small
-calf, leaping about his rascally master, and barking furiously.</p>
-
-<p>“Gee whiz! that’s a pleasant sound,” murmured Patsy,
-with an irrepressible shudder.</p>
-
-<p>“Down, Pluto!” roared Badger angrily. “Keep down,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span>
-I say! Close that trap of yours, you brute, or I’ll break
-every bone in your ugly body. Get out, you cur!”</p>
-
-<p>With the last of these exclamations, the huge dog was
-dealt a resounding kick in the ribs, which sent him
-yelping out across the lawn, at which Patsy breathed a
-sigh of relief.</p>
-
-<p>“I’m safe for a few minutes, at least,” he decided.</p>
-
-<p>Then he heard Badger shout commandingly:</p>
-
-<p>“Here you, Conley! Come here with the lantern, so
-I can see to run in this car. Look lively, old pal!”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy wondered why he had shouted so lustily, and
-now he ventured to raise the wicker lid about half an
-inch and peer out.</p>
-
-<p>A dimly lighted basement met his gaze. It was not
-more than twenty feet square, with the stone foundation
-walls of the stable on two sides, the open door on a
-third, while the fourth and interior side appeared to be
-a solid wooden bulkhead.</p>
-
-<p>The floor was the bare ground, and the place was evidently
-designed for stowing away an automobile.</p>
-
-<p>“This is where that car came from this noon, that’s
-plain enough,” thought Patsy. “Yet Nick must be wrong
-in thinking the rascals own so many cars, for I’ve seen
-only two. There’s not room in there for more than that
-number.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The last thought had barely crossed his mind, however,
-when Patsy discovered his mistake, and also why
-Badger had shouted so loudly.</p>
-
-<p>A secret sliding door in the interior bulkhead wall suddenly
-flew open, revealing a long extension of the basement,
-running even under the carriage-house adjoining
-the stable above.</p>
-
-<p>In this secret extension, which was so cleverly constructed
-as to defy detection either from within or without,
-Patsy now caught sight of half a score of motors
-lined up against one of the side walls, each of a different
-make from the others, and all apparently in first-class
-condition.</p>
-
-<p>“By thunder! this does settle it, and Nick was right,”
-he mused. “Those are the different cars these knaves
-have used for their night hold-ups. This exterior basement
-is only a blind for concealing the other.”</p>
-
-<p>The chief figure that at once claimed Patsy’s attention,
-however, was that of Jerry Conley.</p>
-
-<p>He had appeared in the secret doorway in response to
-Badger’s shout, and he carried in one hand a lighted
-lantern, and in the other a flask of brandy.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, what do you say, Jerry?” demanded Badger,
-as the other strode out to join him.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“He’s all right now,” growled Conley, setting down
-the lantern.</p>
-
-<p>“Got him back to earth?”</p>
-
-<p>“Pretty nearly. He’ll be himself in a few minutes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Thank God!” thought Patsy fervently. “That refers
-to Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then he’ll not croak?” inquired Badger, as if somewhat
-disappointed.</p>
-
-<p>“Not this time; though I reckon ’twould be a good
-thing for us if he did,” snarled Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“Help me run this car in, then I’ll go and have a talk
-with him.”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy ducked his head and dropped the hamper lid.</p>
-
-<p>Then he sensed that the two men had seized the sides
-of the car and drawn it well into the exterior basement.</p>
-
-<p>“Things all right in town?” queried Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Did both women come out?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’m thinking ’twould be a good scheme to hold up
-some party to-night,” Conley now declared.</p>
-
-<p>“Why so?” inquired Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“It would go to show the police that the unknown
-road robbers have not been interfered with by any move<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span>
-of Nick Carter, and when he is found to be missing, no
-suspicion, naturally, would fall upon us.”</p>
-
-<p>“There’s something in that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure there is.”</p>
-
-<p>But Badger presently shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“Not to-night, Jerry,” said he decisively. “We already
-have enough on for to-night with this infernal detective.
-Besides, I’m about all in, with what I’ve had to
-do to-day.”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t much wonder,” grinned Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“We’ll cut out the hold-up until to-morrow,” added
-Badger. “You go over to the house and tell Vic that
-Carter has revived. She wants to come out and see him.
-Meantime, I’ll take the lantern, and go and have a talk
-with him.”</p>
-
-<p>“What’s the matter with lighting this wall lamp?”</p>
-
-<p>“No harm in it, Jerry. Light it, if you like.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger took up the lantern while speaking, and strode
-into the interior basement, closing the sliding door after
-him.</p>
-
-<p>Conley struck a match and lighted an oil-lamp in a
-bracket on the wall, then hastened out of doors and
-across the lawn.</p>
-
-<p>“Now is my time!” thought Patsy. “If I can get into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span>
-that inner cellar, and down Amos Badger, the rest will
-be dead easy!”</p>
-
-<p>He raised his head a little to lift the lid of the hamper.</p>
-
-<p>Then he suddenly stopped, holding his breath.</p>
-
-<p>The patter of soft feet on the ground near-by had
-reached his ears.</p>
-
-<p>Then came a furious sniffing about the wickerwork of
-the hamper.</p>
-
-<p>It was followed immediately by a long, low, threatening
-growl, enough to have sent a chill through a brass
-image.</p>
-
-<p>“That infernal bloodhound again!” thought Patsy,
-with an ugly creeping of his every nerve. “By thunder!
-this is worse than being headed off by a man—or by half
-a dozen men! What’s the cursed brute about to do?”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.
-<br />
-<small>A CRISIS.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>The bloodhound continued to sniff and growl.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy continued to lie low and hold his breath.</p>
-
-<p>He knew that if he showed himself in the open there
-would be trouble from that moment—and the worst kind
-of trouble.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He hoped that the fierce brute would presently have
-satisfied his curiosity, and then take it into his ugly head
-to return out of doors.</p>
-
-<p>But the dog did nothing of the kind.</p>
-
-<p>Plainly enough, he knew that there was something
-wrong, and his watch-dog instinct impelled him to hang
-about the suspected spot.</p>
-
-<p>He fell to trotting to and fro near the back of the
-touring-car, over a space of some six feet, like an irritated
-lion in a cage.</p>
-
-<p>With every turn he made he looked up at the hamper
-with his rolling red eyes, and indulged in a low, threatening
-growl.</p>
-
-<p>It was as much as to say: “Don’t come out, or I’ll
-make a meal of you!”</p>
-
-<p>His huge jaws hung apart and were froth-flecked, and
-Patsy, venturing once to peer out at him, did not like his
-looks.</p>
-
-<p>“He’d make mince-meat of me in less than ten seconds
-if I undertook to leap out there,” he said to himself,
-with gruesome misgivings. “Yet if I remain here
-and he there, I am as good as discovered by these
-crooks. I’m blessed if this hasn’t developed into a
-mighty ugly situation.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>As a matter of fact, he could see no immediate way out
-of it.</p>
-
-<p>He was so cramped and twisted in his close quarters
-that he could not draw his revolver without rising up in
-the hamper, and he knew that the dog would instantly
-attack him if he ventured doing that.</p>
-
-<p>His muscles were so cramped, moreover, that he
-knew he could not move to advantage for several moments
-after his release.</p>
-
-<p>He realized, furthermore, that the report of his revolver,
-in case he attempted to shoot the dog, would
-speedily bring Badger and his confederates to the spot,
-and that the result might possibly be fatal to himself, or,
-at least, to Nick’s designs, to corner and arrest the entire
-gang.</p>
-
-<p>So for upward of five minutes the situation hung fire,
-Patsy waiting and wondering, and the bloodhound still
-growling and trotting to and fro some six feet away.</p>
-
-<p>It was at this time that Badger had his talk with Nick,
-as already related.</p>
-
-<p>Presently Patsy heard Conley returning, accompanied
-by the two women.</p>
-
-<p>Though all three observed the dog, they paid no immediate
-attention to his movements, but at once hastened<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span>
-into the inner basement and to the vault in which
-Nick was confined.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy inwardly prayed that the dog would follow
-them, but his prayer proved vain.</p>
-
-<p>The bloodhound knew his business.</p>
-
-<p>He continued to trot and growl, occasionally snapping
-his huge jaws by diversion or anticipation, and all the
-while with his red eyes fixed upon the wicker hamper.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy gritted his own teeth in impotent rage.</p>
-
-<p>At the end of another five minutes, however, he had
-decided what to do.</p>
-
-<p>He resolved to shoot the dog, taking chances of killing
-him with a single shot, and then leap out of the
-hamper and attack, single-handed, the gang in the interior
-basement.</p>
-
-<p>Conley had left the sliding door open after entering
-with the women, and Patsy thought he could see a tolerably
-fair prospect of bringing to a successful issue even
-as desperate a move as that which he now contemplated.</p>
-
-<p>Having grimly settled upon the task, he now wormed
-about a bit in the hamper, striving to free his revolver
-from his hip pocket.</p>
-
-<p>The bloodhound instantly redoubled his growling.</p>
-
-<p>“You be hanged!” muttered Patsy resentfully. “I’ll
-presently silence you with a chunk of lead.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He had succeeded in getting hold of the butt of his
-revolver.</p>
-
-<p>Before he could free the weapon from his pocket,
-however, the shrill voice of Vic Clayton sounded through
-the basement, as she and Claudia Badger came hurrying
-from the inner extension.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s the matter with Pluto?” she cried, as she approached.</p>
-
-<p>“There’s something wrong out here,” declared Claudia.</p>
-
-<p>The instant the dog heard his name mentioned, all the
-restrained passions and fierce instincts of the brute
-leaped violently into play.</p>
-
-<p>With a tremendous snarling and barking he bounded
-up at the hamper, clawing at it with might and main, as
-if bent upon devouring all that it contained.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy was taking no chances of losing half of his
-face in one fierce bite of the brute, and he instantly
-ducked his head and crouched lower.</p>
-
-<p>“It’s all off!” was the thought that flashed through
-his mind. “I am now obliged to put up a game of
-bluff.”</p>
-
-<p>The screams of the two women were now mingled
-with the furious barking of the bloodhound, and Vic
-Clayton was shouting affrightedly:</p>
-
-<p>“Come out here! Come out here, Amos! There’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span>
-something the matter with this dog. I think he has gone
-mad.”</p>
-
-<p>Before the last was uttered, both Badger and Conley
-came rushing out of the inner cellar.</p>
-
-<p>The two men instantly guessed the meaning of the
-brute’s actions, and both rushed toward the car.</p>
-
-<p>“Gone mad be hanged!” shouted Badger. “There’s
-something wrong with that hamper, not with the dog.”</p>
-
-<p>“That’s right, Amos,” yelled Conley.</p>
-
-<p>“Ah, I thought so! Get out, you brute, or I’ll brain
-you! What the devil have we here?”</p>
-
-<p>Badger had given the excited brute a second kick in
-the ribs, that once more sent him yelping out of doors,
-much to Patsy’s relief, despite the sudden change in the
-situation.</p>
-
-<p>At the same time Conley had thrown open the lid of
-the hamper, plainly disclosing the cramped detective to
-the view of all.</p>
-
-<p>In an instant both ruffians had him by the throat
-and wrists.</p>
-
-<p>“Hold on!” gasped Patsy, struggling to rise out of
-his cramped position, and at once assuming to be the
-injured, rather than the offender.</p>
-
-<p>“Come out here!”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure, I’ll come out,” whined Patsy, as he was yanked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span>
-out upon the ground, yet still in the clutches of both
-men. “Say, this ain’t no way to use a fellow. Let go
-me throat, will you? I ain’t going to eat nobody up.
-Holy smoke! but I’m glad you drove that dog off. I
-thought I was a dead one, for sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’ll be a dead one, all right, young fellow, unless
-you stand up and give an account of yourself,” Badger
-fiercely cried. “Hang onto his arms, there, Conley, in
-case he means mischief. Hand me that strip of rope,
-Vic, and I’ll make him fast in a jiffy. Look lively, I
-say!”</p>
-
-<p>While this exchange of conversation was in progress,
-Patsy had been jerked rudely to his feet, only to find
-for several moments that he could hardly stand erect,
-so strained and cramped were his muscles.</p>
-
-<p>Conley, meantime, had twisted the captive’s arms
-back of him, and was holding them there with the grip
-of a vise.</p>
-
-<p>Badger had released Patsy’s throat, however, and,
-with the piece of rope Vic Clayton had hurriedly brought
-him, he quickly secured the detective’s arms and wrists
-behind him.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, you give an account of yourself,” he fiercely
-commanded, shaking his clenched hand under Patsy’s
-nose.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Sure I will, mister, since I’m caught in my own box,”
-Patsy now said, surveying with a ludicrous grin the
-frowning faces around him. “But I’d have been out
-and away long before this, mister, if it had not been
-for that infernal dog.”</p>
-
-<p>“Out and away, would you?” cried Badger, catching
-up this one significant remark.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what, mister.”</p>
-
-<p>“What were you doing in that hamper?”</p>
-
-<p>“Only stealing a ride.”</p>
-
-<p>“Stealing a ride?” echoed Badger incredulously.</p>
-
-<p>“That was all, mister, the whole business.”</p>
-
-<p>“You’re a liar!” snarled Conley, fiercely suspicious.</p>
-
-<p>“Say, you leave me to settle with the boss of this
-joint, will you?” growled Patsy, now turning upon the
-Irishman. “I haven’t trod on any of your corns, have I?
-So you leave me to do the talking with the boss.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll not leave you a leg to stand on, if you——”</p>
-
-<p>“Shut up, Jerry!” commanded Badger sharply. “How
-long had you been in the hamper, youngster?”</p>
-
-<p>“All the way from town, mister.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nonsense!” cried Vic Clayton, now pressing nearer.
-“I know better than that.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure, ma’am, I don’t like to contradict a lady like<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span>
-yourself, but you’ll find I’m right,” insisted Patsy, bowing
-to her with a ludicrous display of humility.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you mean to say that you rode out from town in
-that hamper?” demanded Vic.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what I did, ma’am.”</p>
-
-<p>“What put you up to that?” cried Badger, in threatening
-tones.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy indulged in another grin.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, ’twas like this, mister, d’ye see,” he proceeded
-to explain, with an air of humble frankness. “I was
-walking along Tremont Street with a comrade of mine—Jones
-his name is, mister, and mine is Green.”</p>
-
-<p>“Come to the point, you rascal,” Badger impatiently
-growled.</p>
-
-<p>“Sure I will, mister, if you give me time.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you don’t, I’ll give you something besides time.”</p>
-
-<p>“’Twas like this, d’ye see?” continued Patsy coolly.
-“We saw this big car alongside the curb on Tremont
-Street, and Nosey, the which we call Jones because his
-beak is so big—Nosey bet me a five I didn’t dare get into
-the hamper and steal a ride.”</p>
-
-<p>“He did, eh?” sneered Badger, with an ugly gleam in
-his searching eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what he did, sir,” nodded Patsy. “I’d seen
-these two ladies go into the building near-by, so I said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span>
-to myself I’d have time to duck into the hamper before
-they came out. I thought it a cinch to win a five in
-that easy way. So when I found it was empty, mister,
-in I jumped, and here I am—the which I wouldn’t be,
-only for that dog, I give you my blooming word.”</p>
-
-<p>“Your blooming word doesn’t cut any ice with me,”
-Conley now declared, with an angry snarl. “I’ll not
-swallow this story, Badger, not on your life. It’s much
-more likely that he’s working with his nobs in yonder,
-and mebbe there are more of the same kind about here
-at this moment.”</p>
-
-<p>This possibility suggested by Conley was not without
-immediate effect upon Badger, who turned quickly to the
-waiting women and cried sharply:</p>
-
-<p>“Go over to the house, you two, and we’ll bring this
-rascal there and question him further. You, Jerry, close
-that sliding door. We’ll leave the other where we have
-him. He cannot get out, that’s sure, and I’ll take no
-chance that there are others to see us in this place. We’ll
-go over to the house and settle with this young cub.”</p>
-
-<p>“That will be safest,” nodded Conley, as he hastened
-to obey.</p>
-
-<p>“You may leave this oil-lamp burning, Jerry,” added
-Badger, as he seized Patsy by the collar and marched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span>
-him toward the door. “We may have to come out here
-again.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll not put it out.”</p>
-
-<p>“But secure this door after you.”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure! D’ye think I’m daffy enough to leave it
-open?”</p>
-
-<p>With the last remark, Conley came out of the basement
-and closed the heavy door, leaving the entire place
-only dimly lighted by the oil-lamp on the wall.</p>
-
-<p>Seen from outside, the whole stable appeared shrouded
-in darkness.</p>
-
-<p>As the three started across the lawn toward the house,
-with Patsy in the grip of both men, the huge bloodhound
-came bounding over the grass as if to accompany them—or
-to make a finish of Patsy.</p>
-
-<p>Badger quickly checked him, however, sternly commanding:</p>
-
-<p>“Be off, Pluto! Away with you, and watch out, you
-brute! Watch out, I say!”</p>
-
-<p>The dog appeared to understand. He dropped his
-black nose to the ground, vented one short, sharp yelp,
-then coursed away with the speed of a deer, hither and
-thither, and finally toward the belt of woods darkly outlined
-against the starry sky at the rear of the broad
-estate.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“He’ll notify us, Jerry!” growled Badger, with his grip
-unconsciously tightening on the detective’s collar. “Let
-Pluto alone for that. He’ll notify us all right, and
-promptly, too, if there are other strangers prowling near
-here to-night.”</p>
-
-<p>That Patsy was possessed of that true detective genius
-which instinctively anticipates coming events, appears in
-the thought that quickly arose in his mind:</p>
-
-<p>“He will, eh? I can see his finish if he encounters
-Chick Carter this night!”</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII.
-<br />
-<small>A LAST RESORT.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>“Search him!” sternly commanded Badger. “We’ll
-see what that will bring forth. Search him, Conley, and
-see what you can find!”</p>
-
-<p>The scene was the kitchen of the Badger dwelling.</p>
-
-<p>Fifteen minutes had passed since Patsy was rounded
-up and brought in there, and the quarter-hour had been
-devoted to plying him with questions to break down the
-crafty story he had told, and to which he clung with
-a tenacity born of conscious desperation.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He now stood with his back to one of the kitchen
-walls, in the full glare of the lamplight.</p>
-
-<p>His arms were still secured behind him, and his collar
-and cravat were awry from the throttling he had received.</p>
-
-<p>His face was composed, however, not even pale, and
-his eyes were keen and bright with that inherent courage
-and invincible determination which rendered him superior
-to any threatening situation, and eminently worthy to
-have become Nick Carter’s trusted associate and assistant.</p>
-
-<p>The gang by which he had been so curiously cornered
-were seated about the room.</p>
-
-<p>Both Badger and Conley appeared stern and ugly,
-evincing that state of mind when dread and suspicion
-battle with uncertainty.</p>
-
-<p>The two women, Mrs. Badger and Vic Clayton, appeared
-pale and anxious, as if fearful that their adventurous
-career was likely to be seriously interrupted.</p>
-
-<p>Yet all four, including also a dark, middle-aged woman
-who worked in the house, were regarding Patsy with
-eyes and aspects so threatening as to have awed one less
-cool, collected, and defiant of personal peril.</p>
-
-<p>Fifteen minutes had passed, as mentioned, and from
-this time matters moved decisively and swiftly, with all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span>
-the energies of these masterful detectives instinctively
-strained for what each knew must be a final move, and
-all operating to produce the one desirable culmination
-of their joint endeavors.</p>
-
-<p>In response to Badger’s command, Conley sprang up
-and began to search Patsy, fiercely thrusting his hand into
-one pocket and then another.</p>
-
-<p>“Leave the linings,” suggested Patsy, with a defiant
-grin.</p>
-
-<p>He knew that he had on his person only one article
-that would point to his vocation, which he was prepared
-to deny in the face even of that.</p>
-
-<p>It came to light in a moment—his trusty revolver.</p>
-
-<p>“Aha! what’s this?” cried Conley, as he yanked the
-weapon from Patsy’s hip pocket. “So you carry a gun,
-do you?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure I do,” asserted Patsy coolly. “You’d carry a
-gun, too, if there were as many rats in your cellar as
-there are in mine.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s you who are the rat,” Badger angrily growled, as
-his confederate displayed the weapon.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re wrong, mister,” insisted Patsy. “I’m a ratter,
-but no rat.”</p>
-
-<p>“What d’ye mean by that?” snarled Conley fiercely.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I mean that I’m a hunter of rats,” said Patsy, with
-dry significance.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re a detective,” cried Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what he is, Amos,” supplemented Vic Clayton,
-white with increased apprehensions. “He must be
-one of the Boston force.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, I’m not.”</p>
-
-<p>“Not one of the force?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing of the kind.”</p>
-
-<p>“If you are lying, youngster, the lie will as surely cost
-you your life——”</p>
-
-<p>What more Badger would have uttered can only be
-conjectured, for, while he was speaking, fiercely shaking
-his fist at Patsy’s helpless head, there sounded from the
-gravel driveway outside and over the hollow planking of
-the veranda the heavy fall of hurrying feet.</p>
-
-<p>“Who’s this?” cried Claudia, starting affrightedly from
-her chair.</p>
-
-<p>“The door, Conley!” hissed Badger. “Have the gun
-ready!”</p>
-
-<p>Before Conley could reach the doorway, however, toward
-which he hastened with Patsy’s revolver in his
-hand, it was hurriedly opened and a sallow-featured,
-green-eyed rascal bounded breathlessly into the kitchen.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Oh, it’s Sandy Hyde!” exclaimed Vic, with a little
-scream of satisfaction.</p>
-
-<p>“Who the devil is he?” thought Patsy, sharply regarding
-the panting scamp.</p>
-
-<p>Though this advent of Hyde brought a look of relief
-to the face of each, Badger kept a taut rein on the threatening
-business then on hand, and he almost immediately
-demanded:</p>
-
-<p>“What brings you out here, Sandy?”</p>
-
-<p>“Wait till I get my breath, and I’ll tell you,” panted
-Hyde. “I’ve run all the way from the trolley. The chief
-kept me at work till half an hour ago.”</p>
-
-<p>“Is there something wrong at headquarters?” snarled
-Badger quickly.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s that?” muttered Patsy mentally. “A spy
-from the chief’s office, or I’ll eat my boots! By thunder!
-it’s no wonder that this case has baffled the efforts of the
-Boston force.”</p>
-
-<p>Patsy was quick enough to see all it meant, in case
-he was correct in his immediate conjecture.</p>
-
-<p>Sandy Hyde, who had paused a moment to get a drink
-of water at the kitchen sink, now hastened to reply to
-Badger’s question.</p>
-
-<p>“Wrong at headquarters? I should say so!” he cried.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span>
-“I have just got wise to something, less than an hour
-ago. Who’s that chap?”</p>
-
-<p>“Never mind him at present,” cried Badger, with terrific
-impatience. “What have you learned?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nick Carter has an assistant here on this case,” replied
-Hyde.</p>
-
-<p>“Not Chick Carter!”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have you seen him?”</p>
-
-<p>“Sure! He was at headquarters about five o’clock.”</p>
-
-<p>“For what?”</p>
-
-<p>“He was trying to locate Nick.”</p>
-
-<p>“We’ve got Nick, all right,” sneered Badger, with a
-chuckle of derision. “But this other, this Chick Carter,
-of whom I have frequently heard, I don’t know him by
-sight.”</p>
-
-<p>“Nor do I,” put in Conley, frowning near-by.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re sure this is not he?”</p>
-
-<p>“Dead sure,” cried Hyde, with a glance at Patsy. “I
-don’t know this chap.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then he is not one of the Boston force,” declared
-Vic, more hopefully. “He did not lie about that.”</p>
-
-<p>Badger turned again to Patsy, lowering and dark, and
-Patsy gained a point by saying quickly:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Sure I didn’t lie about it. I wouldn’t lie to ladies
-and gents like you.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, this fellow is not a Boston detective, I’ll swear
-to that,” Hyde now declared. “I know them all.”</p>
-
-<p>“But Chick Carter——” began Badger.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, he doesn’t look like this chap,” interrupted Hyde.</p>
-
-<p>“He doesn’t, eh?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not a bit! Chick Carter is older, a sturdy, well-built
-young man, with smooth, clean-cut features
-and——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop!” screamed Vic Clayton, suddenly leaping out of
-her chair.</p>
-
-<p>“Well?”</p>
-
-<p>“How was he dressed when you saw him at five
-o’clock?”</p>
-
-<p>“Why, he said he was going to your office,” cried
-Hyde, now getting back to the business that had brought
-him out there. “He had on a plaid suit, a polka-dotted
-cravat——”</p>
-
-<p>“Henderson!” screamed Vic, all of a quiver with excitement.
-“That man Henderson, Amos, was Chick
-Carter!”</p>
-
-<p>“Not a doubt of it!” gasped Claudia Badger, as white
-as the knot of lace at her throat.</p>
-
-<p>“And that’s why he inquired after Nick Carter,” declared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span>
-Badger, now beginning to see that a network
-might already be closing around him.</p>
-
-<p>“That’s what, Amos.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know where Chick Carter went after leaving
-your rooms, Vic?”</p>
-
-<p>“Of course not. How should I?”</p>
-
-<p>“He might have said.”</p>
-
-<p>“He said he was going to Carter’s hotel.”</p>
-
-<p>“Bosh!”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell you what I do know, however,” cried Vic,
-hit with an afterthought.</p>
-
-<p>“What’s that?”</p>
-
-<p>“I know that this young devil must have got into that
-hamper while Chick Carter was in my rooms, Amos, and
-it’s a hundred to one that the two were at work on this
-case together.”</p>
-
-<p>“Gee! she’s hit me good and hard this time,” thought
-Patsy, wishing he might have throttled her to silence.
-“Now there will be something doing, I’ll go the limit on
-that.”</p>
-
-<p>He read aright the faces of those around him.</p>
-
-<p>The significance of Vic Clayton’s declaration was utterly
-irresistible.</p>
-
-<p>“What do you say to that?” thundered Badger, striding<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span>
-closer to Patsy, with his features livid and convulsed
-with rage.</p>
-
-<p>“I dunno what she’s talking about,” protested Patsy
-coolly.</p>
-
-<p>“You lie!” roared Conley. “You are one of Nick
-Carter’s helpers, or——”</p>
-
-<p>“Stop a bit!” interrupted Badger, with frightful austerity.
-“We’ll soon know whether he is or not!”</p>
-
-<p>“What d’ye mean?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll get the truth out of him!” snorted Badger. “Bring
-him after me, back to the garage. I’ll make him confess
-the truth and tell us where we stand. We’ll string
-him up by the neck to one of the beams—and there he
-shall hang unless he tells the whole truth! Bring him
-along, you two, and look lively! I’ll go on ahead and
-open the doors.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, there’s something doing!” thought Patsy, contemplating
-his imminent peril. “They are going to try
-hanging me—but they’ll try in vain! Yet I rather hope
-Chick may show up in time to save my precious neck.”</p>
-
-<p>These thoughts passed through Patsy’s mind while
-he was being rudely hustled out of doors by Conley and
-Hyde, while Amos Badger hurried on in advance.</p>
-
-<p>Both women followed, too alarmed by the impending
-peril to endure the suspense of remaining behind.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“They care nothing for me, or my neck,” thought
-Patsy. “Like the she devils of ancient Rome, once
-having tasted blood, they thirst for more.”</p>
-
-<p>As he was hurried into the basement by Conley, he
-saw that the sliding door had been opened and that
-Badger was again lighting the lantern.</p>
-
-<p>This no sooner was done than the dastardly knave,
-blind to all except the impulses of his utter desperation,
-quickly threw a rope over a beam near the ceiling, then
-knotted a slip-noose around Patsy’s neck.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy stood directly under the beam, as cool as if he
-was only about to be weighed.</p>
-
-<p>“Get hold of that rope, you two!” cried Badger
-fiercely.</p>
-
-<p>Conley and Hyde sprang to the lax strip of line.</p>
-
-<p>The two women, bred though they were to evil, drew
-back with awed white faces and dilated eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, youngster, what do you say?” thundered Badger,
-confronting Patsy with face livid and eyes ablaze.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy met him eye to eye.</p>
-
-<p>“Only what I’ve said already,” he curtly replied.</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing more?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nothing more, mister!”</p>
-
-<p>“Nor less?”</p>
-
-<p>“Nor less!”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Up with him!” roared Badger, turning fiercely to his
-confederates.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy felt the rope draw taut around his neck.</p>
-
-<p>Just then, however, from some quarter outside, there
-rang out upon the still evening air the sharp, spiteful
-crack of a revolver.</p>
-
-<p>It was mingled with a single agonized yelp—and a
-bloodhound lay stretched upon the greensward, shot
-squarely between his eyes!</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX.
-<br />
-<small>NICK CARTER’S ESCAPE.</small></h2>
-
-
-<p>Silence and darkness.</p>
-
-<p>It was in these that Nick Carter was left confined at
-an earlier hour that eventful evening, bound hand and
-foot, and with his back propped against the cold stone
-wall of the disused wine-vault.</p>
-
-<p>It would be an injustice to him, however, to those
-inherent qualities and rare abilities which had made him
-what he was, to neglect depicting his movements during
-the time his captors were so pressingly engaged with
-Patsy.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Of Chick and Patsy’s discoveries and designs since he
-parted from them at the Adams House that morning,
-Nick, of course, was entirely ignorant.</p>
-
-<p>That they had so quickly suspected something wrong
-because of his absence, or that he could depend upon
-them for any immediate assistance, he did not for a moment
-imagine. For it was then only a few hours after
-the time they had agreed to meet, and any ordinary incident
-might have detained him that long.</p>
-
-<p>Yet Amos Badger had no sooner closed the door of
-the wine-vault than Nick Carter began to think about
-making his escape.</p>
-
-<p>“Whatever I accomplish,” he said to himself, “I must
-accomplish alone. There is not much chance that Chick
-and Patsy have yet discovered any clue to my whereabouts,
-even if they now suspect that I have met with
-some beastly mishap, so I must figure upon playing a
-lone hand in getting out of this place. I’ll make the
-attempt, at least, and if——Hello! what’s the meaning
-of that, I wonder?”</p>
-
-<p>From some quarter outside, borne faintly to his ears,
-had come the furious barking of a dog, mingled with
-the shouts of men and the screams of women.</p>
-
-<p>For half a minute Nick listened intently, but the startling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span>
-sounds were not prolonged, and presently only silence
-reigned in the wine-vault.</p>
-
-<p>Stop a bit—not quite silence only!</p>
-
-<p>From one corner came a faint noise which Nick’s ear
-was quick to detect.</p>
-
-<p>It was the steady drip, drip, drip of water, from some
-point higher than the floor.</p>
-
-<p>Nick recalled seeing a stagnant pool in the corner from
-which the dripping sounded, and he rightly inferred that
-there must be some water-supply above, possibly in the
-stable, and that a considerable leak existed.</p>
-
-<p>“My first work must be that of getting my hands at
-liberty,” he soliloquized, after a few moments.</p>
-
-<p>They were tied behind him, but that mattered little to
-Nick Carter.</p>
-
-<p>While the lantern was in the vault, during his talk
-with Badger, Nick had visually examined the surrounding
-stone walls, and had discovered several places where
-the rough corners of the stones protruded a little, forming
-tolerably sharp edges.</p>
-
-<p>Against one of these he backed, after rising to his
-feet with some difficulty, until he could bring the rope
-about his wrists to bear against the edge of the stone.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Then he began sawing it up and down, at an expense
-of some little skin from his knuckles, and at the
-end of five minutes he felt one of the strands give and
-break. Then, with a mighty effort, he succeeded in
-breaking the entire rope, and the liberation of his hands
-at once became easy.</p>
-
-<p>“Now, if you come down here, Badger, you’ll meet
-with a warmer reception than before,” he determinedly
-muttered, while he set to work at the ropes around his
-ankles.</p>
-
-<p>In three minutes his limbs also were free, and Nick
-coolly tossed the ropes aside.</p>
-
-<p>“Next, to find a way out of here,” was his mental
-comment.</p>
-
-<p>He had observed that no window existed, and he had
-but little hope of being able to force the heavy door,
-having been deprived of his knife and revolver.</p>
-
-<p>After examining the door, to which he groped through
-the darkness, he decided that he could accomplish nothing
-there.</p>
-
-<p>The constant dripping of the water could still be
-heard, however, and Nick now shrewdly reasoned:</p>
-
-<p>“That water must have some avenue of escape, and it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span>
-may run under the foundation wall in that corner. If
-it does, the soil should be soft and muddy, and I may
-be able to dig my way out, or, at least, to work under
-the wall and learn what lies beyond it. I’ll give it a try,
-at all events.”</p>
-
-<p>As he groped toward the corner, he stumbled over
-one of the empty beer-kegs previously mentioned.</p>
-
-<p>“Ha! here’s just the thing, providing I can smash it,”
-he said to himself. “One of these oak staves will serve
-admirably for a spade.”</p>
-
-<p>Gripping the keg by the chimes, he hurled it with all
-of his strength against one of the walls.</p>
-
-<p>There was a double effect.</p>
-
-<p>First, the keg snapped and cracked loudly, as several
-of the staves yielded under the terrific blow.</p>
-
-<p>Second, an instant later, a bit of rock from the wall
-fell with a splash into the pool of water.</p>
-
-<p>Nick then examined the wall.</p>
-
-<p>He found that the constant leakage from above had
-softened the old cement and mortar, and that the stones
-in this locality might be removed with almost any stout
-implement.</p>
-
-<p>In half a minute he had the beer-keg demolished and
-one of the stout staves in his hand.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>With this he next attacked the stonework near the
-pool, and for ten minutes he worked as vigorously and
-rapidly as the darkness permitted.</p>
-
-<p>Then he had two of the lower stones hauled out of
-the wall, and a space made large enough to crawl
-through.</p>
-
-<p>Listening at this opening, he could now detect another
-sound quite near-by. It was the occasional stamping of
-horses, evidently in their stalls.</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!” grunted Nick. “I’m not sure that I’m out of
-the place, after all. This hole will evidently lead me
-into a basement under the stable, or the carriage-house.
-By Jove! it may be that Badger has a place of concealment
-down here for his horses, those occasionally used
-for a hold-up. I’ll speedily ascertain.”</p>
-
-<p>Crawling with some little difficulty through the hole
-in the wall, Nick rose to his feet on the outer side, and
-groped carefully through the gloom.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly his extended hands came in contact with—an
-automobile!</p>
-
-<p>He was in the interior garage, the secret hiding-place
-of Badger’s several cars.</p>
-
-<p>It had taken Nick half an hour to accomplish all this,
-however, and before he could fix upon anything definite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span>
-as to his present location, he heard voices outside, and a
-door hurriedly opened.</p>
-
-<p>“H’m!” he mentally grunted. “Are my captors returning?
-They’ll find me ready for them this time!”</p>
-
-<p>Then he crouched quickly back of the car with which
-he had come in contact.</p>
-
-<p>The sliding door had suddenly opened, and the light
-from the wall lamp outside shot into the extension cellar.</p>
-
-<p>The instant Nick’s eyes fell upon the row of automobiles,
-he guessed the whole truth concerning the place.</p>
-
-<p>His interest, however, chiefly centered in two men
-who were hurriedly rushing a third into the place, closely
-followed by two women, while Badger was hastening to
-light a lantern.</p>
-
-<p>“Good Heaven!” mentally exclaimed Nick. “Their
-captive is Patsy!”</p>
-
-<p>He watched and waited, deducing more and more
-from the little he heard, and all the while his stern white
-features, still swathed with bandages, grew hard as flint.</p>
-
-<p>Patsy felt the rope tighten about his neck.</p>
-
-<p>Then sounded the revolver-shot from outside.</p>
-
-<p>Next a dark form bounded out from back of the touring-car—bounded
-out with the leap of an angry lion.</p>
-
-<p>Two clenched hands rose and fell, and two men dragging
-upon a rope cast over a beam were sent senseless<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span>
-to the earth, quivering in every muscle, as an ox quivers
-when felled in the shambles.</p>
-
-<p>Then two hands closed around Amos Badger’s throat,
-and in the miscreant’s ears rang a voice and words that
-took all the strength and manhood, if any of the latter
-was there, completely out of him.</p>
-
-<p>“It will be you, Badger, not I!”</p>
-
-<p>“Whoop la!” shrieked Patsy. “It’s Nick himself!”</p>
-
-<p>Two women, frightened for their miserable lives,
-turned and ran toward the open door—only to rush into
-the ready arms of Chick Carter.</p>
-
-<p>Chick had arrived at the edge of the woods only a
-short time before, and had seen Patsy brought out of
-the house and into the basement of the garage. Hastening
-to cross the lawn and lend a hand, as he had promised,
-Chick had encountered the bloodhound, killing him
-with a single well-directed shot, and then had rushed on
-and into the garage, just in time to head off Vic Clayton
-and Claudia Badger when they turned to flee.</p>
-
-<p>The rest may be briefly told, for a more complete and
-successful round-up could hardly be imagined. In less
-than ten minutes the entire gang were in irons, and thirty
-minutes later they were taking a ride in the local patrol-wagon,
-instead of a Packard car.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The exposure of their rascally scheme also was complete
-when the case came to trial, a little later, for Nick
-Carter found in and about the house and stable ample
-evidence to prove that his deductions had from the very
-first been entirely correct.</p>
-
-<p>Fortunately, too, he found letters and clues enabling
-him to trace much of the stolen property upon which
-Badger had realized thousands of dollars, and which ultimately
-was restored to its rightful owners.</p>
-
-<p>In Badger’s safe Nick found his own watch and chain,
-but the money of which he had been robbed was missing.
-He had in his success with the case, however, a
-reward that far more than offset his trivial loss.</p>
-
-<p>Dumfounded when informed by what means the Boston
-detectives had been baffled in their efforts to discover
-these road robbers, Chief Weston’s gratitude to Nick was
-equaled only by his bitterness for Sandy Hyde, and he
-made sure that the treacherous scamp should receive a
-sentence as long as the others of the Badger gang—and
-that was one of years.</p>
-
-<p>Long before the release of any of them, the Badger
-place near Brookline had passed into other hands, sold
-under a heavy mortgage, and from that time Tremont
-Street knew the notorious Madame Victoria no more.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>One and all of them passed, as they deserved, out of
-the public mind and out of the hearts and lives of friendly
-acquaintances—from the moment that Nick Carter
-showed them in their true colors and closed upon them
-the door of a prison cell.</p>
-
-
-<p class="no-indent center large p1">THE END.</p>
-
-
-<p class="p1">Order your copy now of the next brilliant story by
-Nicholas Carter to appear under the title of “A Master
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-
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-</div>
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