Shielding a murderer, or, Nick Carter's dealings with an avenger


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Shielding a murderer, or, Nick Carter's dealings with an avenger

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NieK eARTER .. Jfntered aceording 1o Act of Oongeu in the Jlutr 1800 by St7ut r1 Smith, in ihe Of!lee Q/ th Librarian of Oon/lfWI, WasiUIIglon, D. C. E"tered as letO>Id class Malter at tile New Yol<, N. Y., Post Offtee. J 1 7 11100 Jnued Ultti
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f NICK CARTER WEEKLY. the murdered woman, laid ready for burial in a'small sleeping-room adjoining the parlor and sitting-room combined. "You may go for the present," he said, in explanation. "We want the place to our selves for a time." This duty performed, he went back to the detective, who had just arrived from New York in response to a telegram. "'When you want to see the body," he said, "you will find it there in the bed-room." "Who discovered the body?" asked Nick. "The milkman." "Did he look through the cottage?" "Not at all," was the reply. "He came to the back door with his can; and receiving no answer to his knock, he opened the door and stepped inside." "And then ?'' "He saw the body lying on the floor and hastened away, scared half to death." "Were you notified at once?" "Yes ; I happened to be passing at the time, and wlis the second penon in the house." ;y ou saw the body, then, before it was moved from the position in which it was found?" "Yes." "Describe the position in which it lay." "It lay all in a heap there pn the floor, with the limbs drawn up as if' the last moments of the poor creature had been passed in great agony.'' "Go on," said Nick. "There was a cloth gag in the m'Outh, and the ha-.tds and feet were securely bound." "Who has had access to this room since tht removal of the body?" asked the tiv.: "No one." "Are you sure of that ?" "Well, the husband of woman was here for a moment, hut I was with him." "And since that time the room has been locked, as we found it?" "Exactly." The marshal stepped to the front of the house, and the detective got down on his hands and knees and went over every inch of the floor, even opening and examining the contents of the little cupboard under the sink. This completed, he went to the room where the body lay. The fate he saw, rigid in death, and with a . look of unutterable terror upon it, was j:hat of a woman not far from fifty years of age The nose was prominent, the cheek-bones were high, the upper lip was short; and the jaw was large and square. On the whole it was a strong and resolute face. The hair was quite gray, and just above the left ear was a small ntole. During the youth of the woman, it must have been en tirely concealed by the hair, which was now quite thin. From the bed-room the detective went to the little garden in the rear of the cottage and made a close examination of the little patch of ground. -When he returned to his sitting-room his face wore a puzzled look. "Now," he said, throwing himself into a chair in front of the door leading to the kitchen, "tell me what you have discovered regarding the matter." The marshal looked confused. "Nothing," he said, slowly; "absolutely nothing." "You have a theory, of course?" "Certainly," was the reply. "The woman. was murdered for her money; can be no doubt of that." Nick smiled as he glanced around the small and poorly rooms. The marshal was quick to catch the signifi cance of the.detective's manner.

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n .e iS h r : [ r e d y n l I e I e ) .. NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 8 "Notwithstanding the general air of poverty," he said,_ "the woman had money, and she was foolish enough to exhibit it when e..:er she paid a bill. It seems that she showed it once too often." "What did the doctors say?" demanded Nick, abruptly. "There were no wounds on the body," was the reply. "It is. clear that the woman was smothered to death by the cloth used to pre vent her crying out." "What about her husband?" "According to his story, he arose as usual that morning, after breakfast had been pre pared, ate his breakfast, and went away to fiis work, carrying his dinner pail as usual.'' "Where is he employed ?" "At the tub factory?" "What sort of a man is be?" "Silent and reserved. I believe he is not well liked by his shopmates." "At what hour did he leave the house on the morning of the murder?" "At six o'clock, he says.'' "What time was the murder discovered?" "Shortly after seven." "And he was notified at once?" "Of course." "How did he act.'' "He seemed to be greatly agitated." "How long has he lived here?'' "About a year. I assure you that suspicion does not point to him in the least." "Where is he now?" "After making arrangements for the burial, he went to Chicago to provide himself with suitable clothes." "When did he "Last eveni1;1g." "\\.Then is he to return?" "At noon to-day.'' Nick arose and walked up and down the little room for a momerrt, and then asked: "Was the money you speak of taken?" "It seems so, for Mr. Clark has been un able to find it.'' "How did such a sum of money as you describe come into the possession of the wife of a common mechanic? Doesn't Clark know where she kept it?" "Those are questions I cannot answer, but he did not act as if he knew.'' "And so he searched the premises on gen-: era! principles?" "Yes, that is what he was in the kitchen for "Did he make an search?" "It did not seem so to me." "Describe the man, please.'' "He is a very ordinary man, about fifty years of age, short, rather muscular." "Give me his full name, please." "Sidney Clark.'' Nick pondered a moment, and then said: "I can't understand why he 'Should tell a falsehood about what took place here on the morning of the murder.'' The village marshal sprang excitedly to his feet. "I don't understand you," he said. "There is no proof that he did not tell the truth." "The proof is ve,ry plain," said the detec"that when Sidney Clark went to his work that morning he left the woman dead on the kitchen floor I'' "Do you mean," exclaim ed the marshal, t11rning pale, "that I have foolishly allowed the guilty person to escape?" "Wait a moment," said the detective. "Al low me to describe what took place here on the morning of the murder. Then you may draw your own conclusions.'' The marshal sank into his chair, and Nick walked to the kitchen door. "Jo'irst,'' began the detective, "Sidney Clark was not in bed when the murdered woman arose that morning. He was not even in the house I"

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/ t y NICK CARTER WEEKLY. The village official gazed at the detective in open-mouthed amazement. "How do you know that?" he demanded. Nick p9inted to the kitchen stove. "The house;' he said, "is a model of neat ness. Do you think a good housekeeper would make such a muss as that in building -the m..orning fire? Certainly not. That is the work of a man, and the work of a man not familiar with the premises." The marshal lookecl blankly before him and said not a word. "See," continued the detective, "the oven was full of dry wood, and yet it was not touched. On the other 'hand, the builder of the fire tore papers from the cupboard shelves in order to make a quick biaze. He did this in great haste, for some of the dishes are overturned. Then, observe how he threw the burnt matches about and punched a hole in the mica in the front door of the stove." do you infet: from all this ?" asked !_he marshal, finding his tongue at last. "The inference plainly stated before," re plied the defective, ''the inferenC'e that Sidney, Clark lied about what took place here on the morning of the murder. Now, if he' lied about his wife getting up first and preparing breakfast. it is more than probable !hat fie lied about everything that took place that morning." "There must be some mistake," said the marshal. "I can't think I have been deceived in the man." "'l'he building of the fire being settled," continued the detective, "let us get to the next point. No breakfast was prepared here on the morning in question." The village official seemed absolutely stu pefied by the assertion of the detective. "You are putting it on pretty thick," he finally said, with a slow smile, which seemed to be forced. NiCk pointed to the kitchen stove and to the open cupboard door. "See," he said, "the fire burned but a few moments, and the dishes 1emain in the posi1 tion in which the hasty removal of the papers from the shelves left them. It is dell{ that the fire did not burn long -enough to cook even a frugal meal that morning, and equally plain that the dishes were not used at all." "What was the fire built for?" demanded the marshal. "For the purpose of destroying papers some kind," was the reply. Nick opefied the pocket-book as he spoke. "It seems," he continued, "that the fire did not do its work well,.f_or I have a number of half-burned documents here which may throw some light on the case." The marshal stepped forward to examine the find, but the detective closed the book and returned it to his pocket. "There will be time enough to look at the papers," he said, "after we have learned something about the murder." "This looks like magic," said -the marshal. "Can it be possible that Sidney Clark mur dered his wife and went calmly away to his work, leaving her dead body lying on the kitchen floor?" "No," said Nick, "Sidney Clark did not murder his wife." "Who did, then ?" asked the marshal. "That is what we are here to discover," was the reply. "Sidney Clark left his home before sunrise that morning, wearing a pair of long-topped rubber boots. He passe(! out at the back door and went in the direction ( of the railway depot. After he had disap peared, the murderer, who had lain concealed in th'e garden for some time, entered the cot tage and committed the crime." "But he must have returned home," said the marshal "for he went to the with his dinner pail in his hand." "He did return," said Nick, "an.! when he entered the house he found his wife dead.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "This is incomprehensible," said the vil lage official. "Do you mean to say that he was the first one to discover the murder, and that he went away without giving the alarm?" He took off heavy rubber boots, put on the light ones worn in the shop, threw some crusts and scraps of meat into his dinner pail, and went dff to the factory, knowing that he would be called back di rectly." "If this is all true, Sidney Clark is an ac cessory before the fact," said the marshal. "Don't be too fast," said the detective. ""'V>l e are just starting in on this case, and we must feel our way. What possible motive could he have had in the death of his wife?. Were they ever known to quarrel?" "I think not." "Then let us give. Sidney Clark the benefit of the doubt for the time being." "But I can't unrlerstand how you discov ered all this about nis leaving the house. be fore sunrise, about the rubber boots, and about the Nay he put up his noonday lunch." Nick opened the door of the little cupboard under the sink. "There are the rubber boots he said, "and there is the dinner pail, just as he took it to the shop that morning." "The pail tells its own story," said the mar shal, looking into it; "but how about the boots?" "The murder was committed on Tuesday morning," said Nick. "Well, it rained heavi ly all of Monday night, and on Tuesday morning the earth hereabouts was soaked with water. "Just back of the garden fence there is a patch of clay. The yellow marks of the clay are still on the boots, and the prints nf tlie boots are still observable in the clay. "Now, the foot-prints were made when the c;lay was soft and saturated with watrr, or they would not be so deep. If they had been made at some time previous to Tuesday, they would have been washed away by the rain. "So, you see, the tracks were made after the rain, and befote the earth had time to dry off, or before the hot sun of T uesday shone .town on the patch of clay." "But I can't understand--" H\V e are not supposed to understand the matter the first hour/' interrupted Nick, with a smile. "Now mark what took place after the departurt' of Sidney Clark, summoned away in order that the murderer might have full swing in the cottage." "Yes," said the marshal, "he must have been drawn from the house by a note or mes sage of some kind." "Well," continued Nick, "after the depart ure of the husband the murderer crept in from the garden." CHAPTER II. IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. The village official was about to speak when Nick laid a hand on his arm and point ed toward the gate, in front. "Who is the person just entering the yard?" he asked. The marshal shook his head. "He doesn't belong in the village," he said, regarding the new-comet steadil,y. "I never saw him before." "Just as I supposed," said Nick. "Now, be careful what you say in his presence." The stranger passed through the gateway and up the path leading to the cottage door. He seemed to be a remarkably well-pre served man of about sixty. He was expen sively dressed and his gray beard was care fully trimmed. As he advanced along the -walk he gave no evidence of haste or excite ment. He seemed to be a thorough man of the world. When his knock sounded on the panels of

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l i 6 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. the cottage door Nick stepped forward and the bed and looked up into the face of the admitted him. After glancing hastily around the apart ment for .a moment he turned to the marshal. "I beg your pardon," said, "but I ex pected to find Mrs. Sidney Clark here." Without saying a word the village official pointed to the little sleeping-room. The stranger stepped quickly into the l,oom and stood bent for a moment over the fig_ure on the bed. Nick stood by his side, watching every expression of his face. Be started at the first sight of the body, and then stood for some moments looking down on the dead face. "When did she die?" he asked, finally. "Yesterday morning," replied the detec tive. "That is singular," said the stranger, cool ly. "I am managing some small business af fairs for her and I was not even aware thaf she was ill." "She was in her usual health five minutes before her said the detective. "She was murdered." "Murdered!" The stranger started violently as he ispeke. but his face was without excitement. Nick Carter a mental note of the fact and waited. "Who could have murdered the inoffensive old continued the stranger. "I was not aware that she had an enemy iJt the wor1d." "It is a strange case," said the village official. "Have the officers been set to wotk ?" de manded the other. "Has the murderer been caught?" "The officers are at wQrk," replied the de tective, "but the man who committed the crime is not yet in custody." The stranger seated himself by the side of detective. "She was murdered for what little money she had in the house ?" he asked. "Certainly," was the reply. "You, as her. man of business, ought to know how much money she had." "Very little," was the guarded answer. "Not more than a thousand dollars in all." There was a short silence, during which the stranger seemed to be mentally sizing up the detective. Nick aided him in arriving at a conclusion by looking as stupid as possible. "I came here," began the stranger, in a moment, "to secure legal papers, important in a small way, for record. I may look for them, I presume?" The marshal shook his head. "You must wait," he said, the return of her ltusband." "She had a husband tben ?" "Cettainly." "I have done her business for a long time," said the other, "but I always believed her to l:!.e a widow." "Her husband will be here at noon," said the marshal. "But my business is important, and my time is valuable," began the "perhaps-" At a motion from Nick the marshal inter rupted him. "I am sorry," he said, "but it is useless to urge the matter. I am in charge hert:, and nothing shall be disturbed until the arrival of Mr .. Sidney Clark." An expression of rage swept over face of the attorney. "You shall regret this," he rising to his feet. "You shall that my business is not to be delayed l,>y the boorishness of country constables.Z' Nick thought the attorney raised his voice t

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 7 to an unnecessarily loud key, and for an in stant he waited for a the lawyer's words seeming to him like a signal agreed upon. The attorney started toward the "door. Then the ahswer came. A cloud of swept into the room, and from the street outside came a cry of fire. The fire seemed to be in the basement, for little puffs of smoke were already making their way through the flooring. The attorney sprang back into the cottage and stood pointing toward the dead woman lying on the bed. "Don't let the corpse burn," shouted. ".Carry it out, and let me see wtlat can be done toward saving the cottage." Without a word Nick darted into the kitchen and sprang through the rear door into the garden, where he had preyiously ob served an outside cellar door. The door was open, and just beyond the wall of shrubbery .Which concealed the back of the garden from view, the detective saw a rapidly disappearing for m. In a short time, in response to his calls for assistartce, a dozen men were at his side, pulling and tearing at the pile of blazing boxes whictl had been stacked agajnst the wall and fired by some unknpwn hand. Seeing that the blaze could not last long, under such yigorous treattnent, the detective hastened to the room above. The marshal stoqd in the door keeping a crowd of excited villagers at bay. The attorney, with a look of eager expec .tancy upon his face, stood by the head of the bed. Nick that his hands rested cal'e lessly upon the unbroken surface of the cot tage wall, exact1y at the head of the bed. "This is all very clumsy work," thought the ,. etective, as he laid his hand on the attorney's shoulder. "What do you expect to find there?" he aSked, with a smile. The attorney started back with a frown. "I meant to secure the papers in spite of you and your boorish companion," he ex claimed, "but it seems that they are not here." He !JlOved toward the door as he spoke, and Nick followed on after him, still with that meaning smile on his face. .. "I regret to lose your at this crit ical moment," it may be neces sary for me to llieet you in Chicago before I have done with the case. Good-day." The lawyer started at the word Chicago, the n bowed and pushed his way through the c.rowd to the gate and mad f his way down the street. "Don't let him go away jvi!hout giving a1 account of himself," the marsha: "I believe he had sQrilething to do with set ting fire to the cottage." The detective dtEj,W the excited man bact. into the cottage and closed the door. "\Vhy do you think of that?" he asked. "It looks like it, doesn't it?" was the repl} "Besides, we ought to learn fr.om him something regarding the past life of the woman." Nick, softly to himself, drew jl tape measure from his pocket and bent over the spot on the floor where the attorney had stood upon entering the room. The marshal looked on in amazement. The detective unrolled his tape and took a measurement. "The fellow's heel rested exactly on the edge of this crack," he said, "vyhile his toe reached to this knot. thus giving the length..pf his shoe." "What has that to do with the matter?" de manded -the marshal, in an impatient tone. "It proves," was the reply, "that the gentle man who has just favored us with a call is not the person who lax concealed in the garden on the morning of the murder." ''But he attracted our attention while his confederate set fire to the cottage.," insisted the village official. "That is enough I"

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;. 8 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "You are undoubtedly correct," said Nick, coolly, "but we are not here to investigate a case of arson." "But we might have learned something from him regardit1g the woman," persisted the marshal. "I don't understand -why you allowed him to escape." "That will develop later on," replied Nick. "It is enough for the present for us to know that he did not succeed in destroying by fire the documents which the murder er failed to secure." The marshal remained silent. "We could have learned nothing from the fellow," Nick continued, "for he would have lied us off the track." "I guess you are right.'' "There is no doubt of it." "So far as the documents are concerned," said the marshal, "we have proof that the murderer secured some of them, and that he fed them to the kitchen stoye. You have some of the remnants in your possession now." "He did not secure ali of them," said Nick, coolly, "so he set fire to the cottage before leaving it, hoping to destroy them and to hide all traces of his bloody act." "Do you mean that this is the second at tempt that has been made to burn the house?" "Crtainly. The murderer prepared the pile of dry material in the cellar, and set fire to it before leaving the scene of his crime.'' "TQ.en why didn't the house burn down?" "Because the husband came back in time to extinguish the blaze." The wondering marshal remained sile6t, looking at the detective as he might have looked at a magician. "By making a visit to the cellar," con tinued the detective, "-you will see charred boards which were not burned a moment ago, and you will also see the marks of the rubber boots, fresh from the patch of clay in the rear of the garden." "Well," said the marshal, "this is all Greek to me, but it seems to have been a mighty foolish this setting fire to the house the second time in broad daylight, and in the presence of a crowd of people. No one but a fool would have such a thing." "You don't seem tO understand the neces sities of the case," said Nick. "The husband is expected here at noon. Well, they wanted to secure the papers or destroy them before his arrival. That is why they attempted so daring a crime, and it shows what sort of men we have to deal with in the case; "They had an idea that in the excitement of removing the body from the burning building the papers could be secured, or they possibly thought that the cottage would be burned to the ground and the papers de stroyed. You see, had two chances of success." ''Why do you say 'they?' "Because we are dealing with three men, possibly with fq:ur, strangers here.'' "Who are they?" "The murderer, the attorney, and the man who disappeared over the garden fence after setting fire to the house.'' "And you are allowing the only two that you know anything about to escape," said the marshal, reproachfully. "They will return," said Nick quietly. "I am not so sure of that.'' "They will risk everything for the papers.'' "How could valuable papers be in the possession of the wife of a common mechanic?" "'I'be dead woman was something more than the wife of a common mechanic, and she was not murdered for the money she had concealed in the house. Let me tell y<;>u something more of what took place here on the morning of the-murder.

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I NICK. CARTER WEEKLY 9 "Fii:st, the husband wa! called away by a note, asking him to the writer in the vicinity of the railway depot before sunrise. "He kept the appointment, but found no one there. On his return home, in the ex citement of finding his wife was de]l.d, he dropped the note under the sink when he put away his rubber bo?ts. "After the departure of Sidney Clark from the house, the man who had for some time remained concealed in the raspberry bushes in the garden, crept into the house, probably thinking to find the woman asleep. "In this he was mistaken, for the woman was up and engaged in dressing. She in stantly recogpized the intruder and arose to talk with him instead of crying out. So she must have known him well. "She passed into the kitchen, wearing a pair of blue woolen was there seized and strangfed to death. "She was a strong wom._atfl' and hard, but was finally overcome. -Then the murderer the papers he had discov ered, and continued his search for more, which he did not find." "Her feet were d ressed as you describe," said the marshal, how did you discover what she wore?" Nick pointed to some shreds of blue woolen yarn caught under long slivers of the hard wood floor. "The husband return.ed while the search was in progress," continued the detective, "and the murderer escaped unseen to the cellar. "Once there, he conceived the idea of set ting fire to the cottage and piled the boxes and parrels he found there up in a heap, end ing by setting them on fire. "Then he made his escape, but the hus band, warned of tqe condition of affairs by the smoke, hastened to the cellar and extin guished the .fire before it had gained much headway. "Then, for some reason of his ow!!, the husband put up his lunch and went away to his work." "Why should he do that?" "That remains to be discovered. There is not a doubt in my mind that he knows the murderer. he should protect him is more than I can underjltand." "He may "'have had a hand in the conspiracy." "I don : t think so. Now to the pap_ers. The murderer, ?ailed to either secure or destroy them; sends the man we saw a few moments ago, an? sends him in disguise "In disguise?" "Certainly The fellow's whi&kers were false." The marshal looked at the detective as if he feared he losing his mind. "Now, this shows that the papers were the real motive for the crime, and it is clear that other attempts will be made to secure them." "But when?" "That is more than I can tell. I mean, however, to remain here alone to-night." "Alone with the body?" "Of course. If the husband returns, he must not even know that I am here." "If he returns!" echoed the will be here at noon;" "I have my doubts about that," said Nick, with a smile. Nick passed the afternoon in a search of the house, and at dusk had a neat bundle of things which he wished to look into. The hus.band had not returned. At ten o'clock the marshal left the cottage, and Nick extinguished the lights and sat down to wait. At twelve o'clock there was a slight move ment at the window of the little sleeping room where the body lay, and the detective knew that some one was entering.

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10 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. He arose and crept softly in that direction. The window was up and the body was not in its old place. Then another dark form appeared in opening, and a stealthy footstep was /heard on the floor. The detective sprang forward, but the next instant he w as c a ught from behind and forced back against the walt of the sitting room. The next moment the bed-rool;!l sash fell with a loud crash. CHAPTER III. MR. SIDNEY CLARK. "At last, murderer!" Following the fall of the sash, there was a rush of footsteps in front of the cottage, and then all was still. Nick Carter realized that a mistake had been made .. The man who held him as with a grip of steel was not the man he was there to take into custody I The men who had twice attempted the de struction of the cottage, and possibly the murderer, were escaping while he stntggled with an unknown foe in the darkness. The man on the floor started at the sound pf the detective's voice. At that the sound of a pistol shot came from the street outside. Then the voices of excited men were heard. "I have blunde.red again," panted the pris oner. "For God's sake don't keep me here. Don't you hear .them ru11ning away?" "If they are running away," said Nick, "it is your own fault. Why did you interfere? I should have had them both in a moment." "This is no time to talk," said the other. "Release me." "Not so fast," replied Nick, coolly. "Tell me you are, and why yo!! used 'language you did a mom,ent ago." "I am Sidney Clark," was the reply, "and I thought I had one of the murderers in iny power.-" The voice of the village marshal was now heard at the door. "What is wrong?" he asked. "Nothing/' replied Nick. "But," insisted the official, "I heard a sash fall here, and then two men ran away.'' you shot at them?" "Yes." Sidney Clark raised his head as if about to _"At last, murderer!" repeated the dtecspeak, but the detective warned him to be silent. tive's antagonist. "Now that we are face to face, and alone, we can settle the matter with"I wat:tt to talk with the mar-out the aid of the law." shal knows you are here," he whispered. "I For a moment the struggle was a desperate one, for the detective had been taken una wares, his antagonist was both strong and nimble. Exerting all his wonderful strength, Nick finally threw the man to the floor and held hilp there, clasping both his hands in order to p revent the use of a deadly weapon. "Now," he said, slowly, "perhaps you will tell me who you are, and what this attack means." will ask the question you had in mind." "Come," said the marshal, "why don't you let me in?" "All in good replied Nick. your shot take effect?" "Did -"I am afraid not," was the reply, and Clark seemed relieved. "Then watch the railway depot for an hour and then return h!re." "They won't go to the depot," whispered Clark.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 11 "Of course not, but 1 must keep the mar shal busy or he will be prowling around the cottage." Nick waited until the marshal's footsteps could nb Jonger be heard, and then led Clark into the kitchen. First seeing that the heavy window shades were closely drawn, the detective produced his dark lantern and flashed upon the 'face of his antagonist. It was the face of a determined, sullen and revepgeful man, not far from fifty years of age. The man shrank away from the strong light and mad'e an effort to move toward the door. "It appears to rile," said the detective, "that I have seen you before. Your face seems familiar." "Possibly." came here in search of the man murdered your wife?" asked Nick, jn a mo ment. Sidney Clark remained silent. "And you trailed the men who were hete a moment ago from the city, of course? You said a moment ago that you thought you had one of them." Clark only frowned. "I don't mean that you followed in their ootsteps. I mean that you learne? in tbe city that they were hcrre, and followed them out, taking the way they were likely to have taken." "I went to the city to buy clothes for the funeral," was the sullen reply. "Where are the clothes you bought?'! The man quailed under the keen eyes of the detective, and glanced hurriedly over the soiled garments he wore. "I changed my mind and did not buy them,'' he. said. "Lie 'number two," said Nick coolly. "What, then, is lie number one?" de manded Clark, angrily "Lie number one," said Nick, -wa$ the statement that you left your wife alhe and well when you went to the factory otr th-morning of the murder." "Who are you?" demanded the husband "\Vhat right have you to make such asset" tions ?" "Allow me to explain why you went to Chicago," said Nick, witllout noticing the man's questions. "When you left your wife: lying dead on the that morning, you knew what hand had stricken her down." An exclamation of rage came from the iips of the unwilling listener, but Nick went on remorselessly: "After extinguishing the fire started by the murderer in the cellar you went to the sfiop, partly to gain time for thought, and partly to protect the murderer of your wife." "It is false I" "What reason you had, and still have, fat protecting the man is a mystery to tne Well, you were called from the shop, but you re mained silent regarding your knowledge of the happenings of the morning." "I had to tell/' broke in the en raged man. "Is it likely that I would protect the man who murdered my wife?" n.It is not natural that you should do so," was the reply, "but tHat is what you did .and exactly what you are doing now." Clark made a toward the door again, and Niek dr.w a pair of shining handcuffs from his pocket and placed them on the table within reach. "Make the slightest effort to escape,'' he said, "and will your wrjsts with these." Clark sank sullenly back into his chair. "While you are talking," he saW, "the men who rec'ently attempted to force an entrance into the house are getting away." "After attending to the details of the bur ial," went on the detectiv.e; "you hastened

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12' NICK CARTER wEEKLY. away to Chicago, not to procure clothing, as Removing the wrapping, he took from. .the you have just stated, but to seek the package three strips of strong cotton cloth. in haunts well known to yourself." "You seem to be a fair imitation of Nick Carter," broke in with an evil smile. "Arriving in Chicago, you proceeded to look for your man. He was not to be found. On the contrary, you learned that he, knowing you were in Chicago, had dispatched confederates to this place for the purpose of completing in your absence the work he had begun.' "Go on," said Clark, grimly. "You trailed the confederates but ar rived too late to effect their capture." "My arrival at the exact moment of the attempted burglary was purely accidental," said Clark. "That is lie number three," said Nick, "and it not agree with your former statement. You have some -strong reason for not turning these men over to the law. I have no doubt you would shoot them on sight. Now, with regard to the murderer, the man you fol lowed to "You expected to find him here, you believed he had followed his confederates. In this you were mistaken, for he did not return. He is still in Chicago." Clark started again, but remained silent. "I say murderer," continued Nick, "for the crime was coptmitted by one man, a;t .a re markably muscular man at that." Clark's face, seen under the strong light of the lantern, looked like the face of a corpse. "You must be a wizard," he said, tto know all this." ''I say he was a muscular man," resumed the detective, "because your wife was a strong woman, and he strangled her to death single hanfted and alone.'' "But she was bound hand and foot," suggested Clark. Nick arose and went to the place where he had deposited his small bundle. "Observe the large piece with which she was gagged," he said. "It is torn and strained in the centre, and there is no kind of <}oobt that the straining and tearing was done with human hands and teeth. In short, by the hands and teeth of your wife. So she wa..'> gagged before she was bound. "Now, observe these two pieces, with which her hands and feet were secured. They are not strained in the least. The wrinkles are' hardly removed ftom the fabric. This shows that there was no struggle after they were placed in the position in which they were found, on the hands and. feet of the mm:de red woman. "This proves that they were adjusted after she was dead. Now, what does this prove? Simply that the murderer sought to jeave the impression that the crime .bitd been committed for the purpose of rqbbery, and that the woman had been bound hand and foot and gagged merely to prevent her out and resisting the taking of her property." "Before you go any further," interrupted Clark, "be g?od enough to tell me who you are.'' ."All in good time," S
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NICK C ARTE R WEEKLY 13 fellow," resumed the detective, "I am o bli g e d to give a description of my own." Clark .smiled. Nick took a thorny raspbe(ry stalk from his bundle and held it up to the light. "First," he said, "'he was dressed in a fine black suit of imported cloth. What do you say to the ordinary thug wearing that kind of garments?" Clark restrained himself only by a strong effort. "Second," continued the detective, "he wore a pair of 'toothpick' shoes a silk hat." "You are a good guesser," interrupted Clar\<. "Third," said Nick, "he is a man about five feet four inches in height, with small hands and feet, coarse black hair, and a swarthy comP,lexion." Clark sprang to his feet. "'This is extraordinary," he exclaimed. "What you to say regarding the description? asked Nick, regarding the fellow keenly. Clark hesitated. "I know nothing about the man," he said, finally. "And yet," said Nick, "you remarked a moment ago that I was a good guesser, and, altha.ugh you diq not see him that morning, you went to Chicago to look him up." "You infer too much." "I hardly know what to make of you," said the detective, thoughtfully. "You have Clark laughed harshly. "If you succeed," he said, "you will de prive me of a very p l easant duty." "You mean to take the law into your own hands, just as I have been saying," said Nick. "I would kill him on sight.'' "I believe you/' replied Nick. "Your manner at the time of our encounter in the next room ought to be proof enough of your intentions in the matter. You want to avenge your wife's death, and you want the murderer out of the way." Clark rose and walked up and down the floor, laboring, evidently, under _great ment. "If I had remained at home that morning," he said, "all would have been well." "Had you no suspicions?" "None whatever. Why should I have had?'" "And yet, you had go9d reason to know that the life of your wife might be attempted at any moment." "How do you know that?'' "Because it was finally taken, and because for some reason you are shielding the mur derer." "You are unreasonable. Why should I do that?" "Well," said Nick coolly, "I don't know as I can state the reason exactly, but it is my impress_ion that Y
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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ;,. cated that the detective had made a ten strike. "This being the case/' continued Nick, "I .. have little to hope for so far as your assist ance is concerned." "You do not seem to be making much progress at the present time," said c;lark. "Yom friend, the village marshal-; will be cotr.e impatient." At that instant footsteps were heard out side, and the voice of the marshal came through the broken sash. "What are you doing in there?" he de"W'ill you show yourself, or must I force my way in?" Warning Clark to remain where he was Nick stepped to the door and opened it. l'Did you f:ind the burglars?" he asked. "Certainly not. They had too lopg a start.h "What next?" asked Nick. "I leave that to you," said the marshal. "Who were you talking witli? I am certain I heard voices as I came up." "With Sidney Clark." "Impossible! When did he arrive?" "He followed the burglars from Chicago." Hearing his name mentioned, Clark stepped into the room. The open bed-room door at once attracted his attention, and he was soon at the side of the bed. "Look here," he shou'ted, in a tnornent, "what vandal has been disturbing the body?" The detective had been reserving this sur prise for the last moment. The body, as Nick had before had been moved from the position; in which it had been left by the watchers, and now lay : on its face against the wall at the back of the bed. The. front of. the mattress was thrown up, revealing a small pocket on the under side. Nick eyed the husband keenly, and waited for liim to speak. "My God," be exciaimed, "they seem tOJ have gotten the papers they sought." "So," said Nick, with a smile, "they were! after papers, after all?" "Yes," said Clark, "and they deal with more than one life." CHAPTER IV. CLOSED BY DEATH. Nick hastened outside and bent over the fresh marks in the soft earth under the broken window. The foot-prints were clearly not those ol the disguised man who had visited the cot tage that day. They were identical with the foot-prints of the man who had fled from the garden at the time of the fire. "I thought so," mused Nick. "The lawyer brought this fellow along to do the dirty work. Now, I wonder wti.y the lawyer's foot prints do not show. There were certainly two men at the window." A closer examination of the earth under the revealed the faint prints of a large pair of rubbers. "The lawyer is cunning," thought the de tective, "and he has doubtless been up to tricks of this sort before." When Nick arose to hi& feet he saw the marshal standing only a few feet away. "What you make out?" asked the official. Nick briefly explained what he had dis covered. "Clark is about crazy over the loss of the papers," said the marshal, after the detective had concluded. -"He is searching the house again, I pre sume ?" said "Yes; he thinks the papers may still be there. The fact of the matter is that he does not know where;: his wife kept them b

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', NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 15 "Let him bunt," said Nick, "only we must be sure and not let him make off with them in case they are found." "Do you think he will trx that game?" J'Certafnly." "Why should he?" "Because they might supply the clew we want." "How so?" "They may point to persons having a tive for the murder of the woman, and they may place Clark in power of the murder ers and so insure his silence." "I ought to have thought of that," said the marshal. There was a short silence, during which the detective listened to hasty steps of the in the cottage, and then the marshal asked: "But supposing that be does not find them?" "Then he may be sufficiently angry to give us the clew we want. He has only to open his mouth to clear up the whole case." "It seems to me that you are too positive about his knowing all about the perpetrators of the crime," said the marshal. "I am willing to stake my reputation on it," said Nick. "He knows who the men are, and means to have them punished." "Then why doesn't he tell?" "Because he means to murder them with his pwn hand." The marshal shuddered. "You are a strange man," he SfLid. "Wouldn't it" be much better for him to point them out and allow the law to take its course?" "Not from his point of view. At smne time in his life, he has been mixed up in crime with these men, and he knows that a trial and conviction would end in their all swinging together. In planhing to take the lives of the murderers, he is also planning to save his own." "I see." "And so," continued Nick, "he will have to be pretty angry in order to open his mouth." "I should think so, when his life is at stake.'; "Still, he rna)' do so, if he discovers that the papers are in the hands of the men who mur dered his wife ; tha"t is, if we are there t(? talk with him when he makes the discovery, and promise him partial immunity from punish ment for his misdeeds." "Then he must be watched." "Of course, and he must not know that he is watched." "We can easily keep track of his move ments from the windows." "Yes," said Nick, "go in and tell him any story you please to account for our absence." The marshal disappeared and soon returnM with the statement that Clark had ap peared jeatly pleased at the idea of being left alone in the cottage. "Now," said the detective, "one can watch him as well as twb. I am anxious to examine the scraps of papers taken from the stove this morning, for they may furnish some to work on, and so I will take a room at the hotel. Be vigilant, and on no account leave the fellow alone for an instant." "And if he finds the papers?'' 'Arrest him.'' "And if he does not find them?" "Arrest him.'' The marshal laughed. "Whichever way it goes," he said, "the fel low is in liard luck." "He may not be in custodylong," said Nick. ''I hope not," was the reply, "for I pity the fellow." Nick moved away toward the and the village offiCial turned back to the broken window, from which a fair view of the two front rooms of the cottage could be had, the

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.. 1G NICK CAR'X'ER WEEKLY. bedr o om door.,.way being near the front wall. In the meantime Clark was busy in lit. tle bed-room. First, he went over the floor, prying into the cracks with the point of his knife, in the hope of finding some secret place. Unsuccessful at this point, he next began an examination of the walls of the room. After a long search li.e discovered, by 7, unding the wall, a secret panel at the qead of the bed. The was the exact one upon which the .hand had rested : Tre'fubling' with expectancy, Clark opened the panel and drew out a small box. Looking in from the window, the marshal saw him convey the box to the sitting-room and place it on the table. The of the man was whiter than that of the woman lying in J:lte room he had just left. He forced the blade of his .knife under the -. cover and pried it up. The bo:x was empty: With an exclamation of rage Clark has tened into the bed-room :tnd threw up the edge of the mattress. After some thought Clark r estored the bmd to the secret hiding place where he had founcl it, and teplaced the \cey ih the pocket. "There," he muttered, "they win deny ing the papers, and will point to the undis turbed box and key as proof of the assertion that my wife removed the papers before her death! Oh, I have cunning men to deal with,, but we shall see who will win in the end." The marshal moved awa.y from the window and approached the front door of the cottage. He had not heard Clark's muttered expres sions, but the discovery of the empty box had told the story. .. He believed that the papers had been taken from the box by the men who had entered the cottage, and who would have been captured by the detectives but fo!!!Clark' s ar-rival and subsequent He wondered at intruders' knQwledge of the hiding place, but had no tiriie to waste in theories. Clark had clearly abandoned the search, and the only thing for him to do was to obey the orders of the detective and take him into custody. A little pocket on the under side, which Nick had prevjously observed, was now in As the official opened the door, Clark plain sight. to his feet and hastened into the little Clark bent over and looked into room. "It is possible," he muttered, "that they did Amom later he arew out a small key. 'fhen; back to the box, he inserted the key in the lock. It opened without difficulty. "I understand it all now," he muttered. "The body was misplaced in order to secure the key. I why they returned it to its place after opening the box?" The marshal watched with bated breath. "It was a cunning piece of work," mut tered Clark, in a moment. "I was not to be allowed to know that the papers had been found. To have removed the box> or to ha:ve b r oken it open, or to have carried away key would have told the story." not have time to get to the box, or J:hat they found it empty." The marshal watched him search the room for some evidence of the success of the burglars. In a moment Clark threw up his hand with" an oath. '"There it is!" he shouted, facing the mar shal, then seen for the first time since his sup posed departure. "What is it?" Clark bent .over and raised a small pink ribbon from floor. "There," he said, "my wife kept that about

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 17 the papers. I wonder .that I did not see it before, but the room was none too light." "Was it there yesterday morning?" asked the marshal, hardly knowing, in the excite ment of the moment, what he was saying. "It was not," almost shouted Clark. "I should have seen irt,y ylight. The papers have been stolen." seerri to regard the loss o( the papers as a greater calamity than the murder of your wife," said the marshal. Clark threw himself into a chair. "You don't understand;'' he said. There was a short silence. The duty of arresting the man was to the a hateful one. "Tell me about the papers," he said, finally. Qark looked up with a strange expression in his eyes. In the faint light of the lamp, which had been lighted for tlle purpose of making the search, he looked more like a demon than a man. "Am I right," he said, "in supposing that the man I mistook for the to-night is a city detective having charge of the case?" The marshal nodded. "Then bring him here," said Clark, "and I will bring these men to the gallows if .I keep them company." "He was right, then, in supposing that you know who the are?" asked the m.arshal. "Yes, bring him here at once-before I relent." The marshal hesitated. "You will not attempt to escape?" he asked. "No." "Perpaps you had better go with me to the man." "No ; I will tell the story here, .by the dead body of my wife or not at all." "You seem to be in earnest," said the mar shal, "and I think I will trust you." He turned toward the door' as he spoke, but Clark stopped him with a low exclama tion, and he turned back. "What is it?" he asked. Clark pointed toward the rear room. "Did you hear that?'' he asked. "lheard nothing." "Surely I heard the sound of stifled breath ing." The marshal took the lamp in his hand and started toward the kitchen door. Clark sprang to his feet. "Go on," he said. "I must have been mistaken." In the short silence that followed the-sound of soft footsteps came from the thick dark ness of the rear room. The marshal, at the sudden. change in the man, again started toward the door. Clark seized him rO'Ughly by the arm. "Go and bring your friend," he said, hoarsely, I shall refuse to make the dis closures I promised a moment ago." "But there is some one out there." "It must have been the wind." The marshal placed the lamp on the table and left the cottage. Clark heard the gate close, and then hastily extinguished the light. The next moment he c rouching in corner of the room, with a knife in hand. He was at no loss to account for the noises he liad heard. He had been watched by the murderers I He knew that his conversation with the marshal had been overheard. The men whose lives he sought might even then. be within reach of his hand, knowing that he meant to betray them. He exulted in the thought. He had sent the marshal away knowing that the fight would be to the death. As he listened the sound of stealthy foot steps came again from the rear room.

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18 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. The heavy window shades were closely -drawn, and the room was pitchy dark. Even the faint liglit of the stars was excluded. The steps drew nearer, and Clark crept noiselessly foward the door leading into the kitchen. In an instant there came a movement at the front door, and Clark realized that the fight would be two to one. He. moved back into the corner and waited, expecting every moment to hear the front door open. The person in the kitchen no longer at to conceal his presence. He advanced boldly to the doorway and whispered: "Clark!" There was no answer. ''Come," he continued. "Your little game 1s spoiled. You may as well make your es cape now, for it will be impossible for you to make the treacherous disclosures you ised." / Clark crept nearer to the dQorway "You have the papers?'.' he whispered'. "No." The front door ?pened softly. Guided by the sound of the man's voice, Clark sprang forward. \ In an instant a desperate struggle was in prog.ress. "Madman !" panted the attacked man, what would you do?" ''Punish a murderer!" was the reply. The struggle was now on the floor. Clark struck hard and quick, for he !
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NIOK OARTER WEEKLY. CHAPTER V. THE LAUNDRY LIST. "It strikes me," said Chick, laying a bundle of papers on the table, "that the, case is at an end." "Why do you say that?" asked with a smile. "Well," replied Chick, Clark died without giving you the slightest clew; is that true?'' "Certainly." "Nnd you know nothing of the motive of the crime?" "That is hardly right," said Nick, "but go on." "And you k now nothing of the where abouts of the murderer or the man who visit ed the cottage in disguise that day?" "The seeming attorney does business here." "Bow do you know that?" "His face told me, when I stated that I might yet call on him in Chicago in connec tion with the case/' "Well, admit that he does live here," said Chick, "that does not prove that tlte mur derer also lives here." think it does. The two men are work ing together. Besides, Clark came here to find them." "Admit that, and what have you gained. You would not know the murderer if you should him on the street." "Oh, yes, I would." "From the written you just handed me?" "Yes." Chick laughed. "Where did you get that description?" lie asked. "I found it under the raspberry bushes in the cottage garden." Familiar as the assistant was with Nick Carter's methods of work, Chick could not conceal his surpdse. "It_is plain enough;'' said Nick. "I learned the color and texture of his clothes from the shreds which caught on the thorny stick you see there on the table." "Well?" "I got his height from my tape measure. He lay at full length on the ground under the bushes, and the marks of his feet and one shoulder were quite distinct. "Very good." "I got his complexion from the hairs which caught on the bushes." "What?" "His hair is very harsh, coarse, and black, so the chances are a hundred to one that he has swarthy skin and black eyes." "But tl}e shoes?" "The points of the toes showed plainly in the garden, and they were unmistakably 'toothpicks.' "But he may not wear such shoes -here." "Y:es he will. He is a good dresser, and that style of shoes are now all the rage." "Well, admit all this," said Chick, fairly driven into a corner, "what do you know about the past life of the woman and her hus band? .! have you at least." "My son," said Nick, with a smile, decide the <;ase until the proof is all in.:' As he spoke, Nick laid a partly printed and partly written paper before his assistant. Chick seized it eagerly. looked it over, and laid it down with a laugh. "This is simply a laundry list," he said. "Very true," was the reply, ''but it is the clew we want." ( "You are too deep for me," said Chick, Ughtipg a cigar. "Please observe the name on the list." Chick picked up the list once more. "The name seems to be Mrs. Sarah Sid ney," he said. "Exactly," replied Nick, "and it was found among the effects of the dead woman in cotta:ge."

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20 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Chick sprang to his feet, all exciteme_nt. "And so," h6 said, "Mrs. Sidney .Clark at Verona beca me Mrs. Sarah Sidney in C hicago?" "It seems so." "You beat me," said Chick .''Here l have been wondering why you came to Chicago to comp l ete the case, when it is as plain as day." "Yes," said Nick, "the conspiracy which ended in the murder of the husband wife began in Chicago a year ago." "Still," ventured Chick, doubtfully, "you have lost track of the man who lay in the garden that morning, and also of the man with the false They may be in San Francisco by this time." "That does not matter," was the reply. "With the past life and associations of the dead woman laid bare before me, I will have no difficulty in locating her murderers." ".BY the way," said Chick, "how do you know that the man who lay concealed in the garden committed the murder?" "Because the kitchen floor told me so. In the struggle the loam from the garden be came scattered over the floor. I found bits of it pnder the patches of clay, which 1ell from Sidney Clark's rubber boots, which proves th:jJ: it was there before he returned from tJie fr-uitless errand on which he was sent by the murderer." The two de t ectives were sitting in a cozy room in the Palmer House, Chicago. It was evening, and Nick had been in the city several hours, while Chick had just ar from New York, in response 'to a tele gram from his chief. "Say what you will," said in a mo ment, "with a:Qy other man but Nick Carter, the laundry list would prove but a slender clew." "The list is numbered," said Nick, ''.which is not usual, Look at the pm>el\ and tell me the number." "It is No. 4,575." "Exactly; and the name is there, too?" "Yes, but the name will not be found on the books of the laundry." "But the number is there." "Of course." "And the address of the customer will also be found there." "Perhaps not. You see, it was delivered at the laundry office." Nick smiled. "But it is there," he said, "for I found it there. Mrs. Sarah Sidney did not call for all her clothing. Some of.it was delivered at the house where she lived." "Well?'' "Well, all we have to do now is to ascer tain what sort of a life the woman lived there, and who her associates were." "That will be easy enough to do." "Then we must learn why she, a of great wealth, lived the life of a mechanic's wife in a country town." "A woman of .great wealth?" repeated the words of his chief with a look of incredulity on his face wl:_tich was highly amusing to Nick "Yes," said the detective, "the scraps of paper I rescued from the. kitchen stove show that she was worth a million." "What were the papers?" "Statements of bank dividends and re quests for proxies in board elections.;' "This is "And now_/' said Nick, "the next thing is to di" scover by wha! crime, or series of crimes, this woman secured this money." "You think she came by it unlawfully?" "I .am sure of it. The man and woman were in hiding il! that village, if I am not greatly mistaken. And they were in deadly fear of their former confederates, the men who finally murdered them." r. d a

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. NICK CARTE R WEEKLY. 2 1 "Have you any idea what the box con lined?" "Probably bonds and incriminating let ltrs." "I see." After some further conversation the detec tives retired for the night. "!bey occupied adjoining rooms, both fac Jng on State street. The door to Nick's room opened into a tarrow hall-way running east and west. There was a closet at the east side of the room. Besides into Nick's room, the occupied by Chick also opened on .a snort hall to the east, the rooms having en arranged for use either singly or en it e. Before retiring Nick placed the package of pers secured at the cottage under his Uow. About midnight he awoke with every sense a l ert All was still in the room, but he knew that his slumber had been disturbed by some unual sound. -The inside blinds of the front windows were closed, but the slats were open, and a !ream of light crept in from the street. The detective lay perfectly still, breathing eavil y, as if still sound asleep. Presently there was a movement in Chick's m. The sound was vot like that made by a man ving in his bed, but resembled that made y a person moving softly across a carpeted oor. Nick listened intently for some sign from is thinking that he might have left is bed for some purpose. 'I'he next moment satisfied him that this as not the case. &'here were two distinct sounds in the next m, and they came from different parts of e apartment. Chkk was breathing regula r ly in his bed, while the soft movement on the carpet came from a point nearer to the door connecting the two rooms. From where he lay the detective could see the open doorway. The intruder had not yet reached it. Nick left his bed with one quick, silent movement, and crept into the closet, taking his precious package with him and leaving the door slightly aj_ar. He could now observe wha"tever took place in the room without himself being in sight. "The fellow seems to have a good deal of nerve," he thought. "I wonder whether he means robbery or murder?" The nex.t moment the figure of a man its appearance in the open doorway. In leaving his heel Nick had taken care to arrange the clothing so as to give the impres sion that it was still occupied. The man in the doorway stood perfectly still for a moment, and then turned toward the bed: As he di.d so the detective saw that he was a new man in the case. He was too tall to fit the description of the man who had committed the murder, and much too heavy to be mistaken for the dis guised lawyer. Nick remafned perfectly still while the fel low crept toward the bed. He was thinking1 fast. "He is a mere tool," he thought, "who does not know the ri,k is running in coming here. He doubtless thinks he is here to plunder some sleepy Now the question is, what shall I do with him?" 'Phe fellow was now bending over the bed, and Nick had very ijttle time to decide. '.'If I arrest him," he thought, "that wilt only close his mouth. The crime of entering aq occupied room in .the night time is not a serious one, and the fellow will take his pun

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ishment and remain silent. Still, I can't arouse Chick, and I am in no shape to follow him now, fhough he will doubtless go straight to the man who employed him to do_ this job." The detective would have giveri a good many dollars to have been dressed and ready for the street. While he studied over the matter, he was treated to an unexpected surprise. The figure bending over the bed made no movement to molest what he evidently be lieved to be a sleeping man. Slipping his hand under the pillow, he SO)lght the package which the detective had .. removed. After a moment's search he drew a package from his pocket and pushed it under the pillow. Then fbr the first time he seemed to dis cover that the bed was unoccupied. He hesitated a moment, but did not remove the package. Presently he turned away and mQved to --ward the door of Chick's room. Nick knew well enough what it all meant. The fellow had placed an infernal machine in his bed. "It. is a desperate scheme," Nick thought, "but a clever one for all that. I wonder how long it will run before exploding?" ;, tittle thought convinced Nick that the machine would run a long time before entering upon its work of destr\tction. Had it been set for quick work, it would < not have been placed ib the bed in the ab sence of the man it was designed to kill. Doubtless believing that the occupant of tlie bed had left it onfy temporarily, the fellow had left the infetnal machine there to its deadly work after his refurn. In a moment the would-be murderer pass. ed through the doorway into Chick's room, on his way out througn the door opening into the little hallway. The detective's habit of always leaving h" clothes so that he could dress in an insta now stood him in good stead. Still, the intruder would have been out the room and lost in the tangle of hall:wa beyond had not fortune favored the detectiv As the fellow reached the middle of th room Chick moved uneasily in his sleep an yawned. Crouching back against the wall, the fello waited. Nick understood what had taken place. He softly removed the infernal machin from the bed and held it up. to his ear. Then he heard the faint ticking work. Stepping to a pitcher of water sitting in th roorn, he carefully immersed the machin Then he listened again. The water had penetrated the interior the machine, and the clock-work had stoppe There was no longer an.y danger from th \ apparatus. "Now," thought the detective, "if Chic only sleeps soundly to let this fellow out the room without frightening him, I sha soon know who sent him here." Fortune again favored the detective, for h" assistant turned over and slept again. Then the intruder opened the door an stepped out into the hall. Waiting only an instant, Nick. follow him. The little hall was empty, but Niok hear the stealthy footsteps of the fellow on t stairs. CHAPTER VI. MRS. SARAH SIDNEY. When Chick awoke in the morning he sa his chief standing by his side with a que looking app aratus in his hand. "What have you there?" he, asked,

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:&ICK CARTER WEEKLY. 23 "This;'' was the reply, "is infernal machine l'l'o. 10." "Do you mean," asked Chick, springing J)ut of bed, "that you have received another pf those funny little machines?" "Yes," was the reply, "and it makes the tenth one that has been presented to me ve been engaged in the detective business7" In a few words Nick explained what had taken place in the! rooms on the previous ight. "I am ashamed of myself for sleeping so said Chick, "but I had been up for everal nights, anq nature will have her way It. is a good thing you are a ight sleeper." "You would have spoiled eyerything by aking," said Nick. -: "Where did the fellow take you?" asked the assistq.nt. "To a gambling house not far from the overnment-building," Nick. "Well?" "I learned that the place is kept by one ,{ William Ball, that the man I had follpwed ll would talk with no one but the proprietor, then I came away." s "\Vithoht getting inside, or sizing the pro prietor up?" "Certainly. The proprietor will keep. We can get him at any time. Besides, I was anx d ious to get back to bed." 1'But you did-not come back here?" d "Yes, I did, and found you sleeping like a 1e baby." "Now," said "the question is this, 1s the of the gambling-house the man you here to find, or is he another ool of the murderer?" "I secured a description of the man from an w o'!icer," was the reply, "and it tallies exactly .. with the delfription of the man who Jay con, r .. in the garden of the cottage on the morning of the murder." "That seems to settle the case," said Chick. "The rest is simply a matter of detail." "Hardly. We must collect our proof be iore making a single arrest. We must find out, first of all, what interest this man had in the death of Mrs. Sidney Clark." "You are right, as usual," said Chick. "The first thing to do," continued Ni<;;k, "is to go to the address secured at the dry and ascertain what sort of a life the woman lived in Chicago." "Of course." "This will in some way connect her with' the man who took her life, and then the whole gang can easily be brought to book." "And there are the banks referred to in the partly destroyed papers," suggested Chick. ; "It might be well to find out what is know n about her there." "Yes, that is a good job for yo1;1. In the meantime we shall make it appear that we have left the city, frightened away by the at tempt of last riight, l::iy causing the noon edi tions of the daily papers to insert an item to that effect, without mentioning our names or in any way to this murder case." "Just the thing." While Chick was dressing, Nick wrote die notice as he desired to have it and took it down to the clerk, who readily ised to secure its insertion. This done, Chick started away to the banks, while Nick sought the house where the woman had lived under the name of Sarah Sidney. To say that he was surprised when lie reached the number it very mildly. The house was an elegant brown-stone front, situated in an aristocratic neighbor hood near the lake front on the north side. The spacious grounds surrounding the structure had .been laid out with great care and at great expense, but they now showed lack of attention.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY., The house looked deserted and the few outbuildings were falling into decay. No one answered the detective's ring, and he was turning away t? secure the informa tion he desired in another quarter when an officer pa?sed at the gate. !'The house is unoccupied," he saRi, shortly. Nick passed out of the gate and walked up and down, talking with the policeman, a long time. As he turned towatd the south side again, he thrust a bank-note into fellow's hand. When Nick reached the hotel, he found Chick there waiting"for him. The detectives, who would not' have been recognized by their best friends as the men who had engaged rooms there the night be fore, were shown to new apartments. "This is proper," said Nick, with a smile, "for we are supposed to be on the way to New York now, scared away by that machine." "What did you asked Chick. "Wait a moment," was the reply. "Tell me what you discovered at the banks." "Mrs. Sarah Sidney--" began Chick. "Inherited a large sum of money from an unexpected source about a year ago;" inter rupted Nick. "Precisely." "And," continued Nick, "she invested a large share of the money in bonds and bank stock.What next?" "A short time ago every dollar of the bank stock was disposed of." "And there the bank lost track of her." "If he has ever been arrested as propriet of the house; I want to know the name of t lawyer who defended him. "If he has been arrested mpre than on and has employed different attorneys, getl description of each one of them. "Then, find out all you can about the ch acter of the man and the lawyers, taki special pains to learn all you can regardi the financial condition of our friend Ball. will be here at two o'clock to receive yo report." Chick laughed. "I understand what you want," he sai '\nd when I come to a man resembling t disguised attorney I shall go no farther. that all right?" "Yes," said Nick, "if you also find o whether Ball is in bad shape financially." "And where he was oil the night before t murder at the Verona cottage?" "We can reach that point in another way, said Nick, turning away. Chick took his departure at once, and h an hour later Nick was closeted with famous physician in his private officeon Sta street. "Up to within a few weeks of deat he said, abruptly, "you were the family ph sician of the late Mrs. Lucy Hamilton?" The nodded. ''You were finally dismissed by the neph of the woman, your place {>eing taken by physician picked up somewhere in Europe "I fail to see," said the doctor, "why should discuss the matter at this late d "Certainly." Mrs. Hamilton paid with her life the pena "And that is all?" of her rash act." "Every word I could get out of the "Of her nephew's act, you mean?" bankers." "Now," said Nick, in a moment, "I want you to go to the chief of police and make in quiries regarding this man Ball, the keeper of the I visited last night. "No, she dismissed me in person, althou she did it at the instigation of the man y mention." "You understood her case "I thought so at the time."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 25 "And you naturally kept of the case p to the time of her death?" -"Yes." "Have you ever had suspicions as to the eal cause of her death?" "I certainly have." "You know where her property went?" "Yes, and that is another sttange feature of he case." Nick drew his chair closer to that of the doctor, and the two men talked in low tones for an hour. "Well," said Nick, rising to depart at the end of the interview, "if you will call at the place mentioned at three o 'clock this after noon I will convince you that your suspi cions were Wfll founded." The doctor bowed, and Nick hastened away. The detective seemed to desire a good deal of medical advice that day, for the next place he at was the office of another noted physician, who lived in magnificent quarters on a fashionable street, and had the reputa ion of being verr wealthy. After waiting some time in an outer room, 1ick was shown to the doctor's private apart ment. "I have a strange question to ask," he said, throwing himself into a chair. The doctor lifted his well-turned eyebrows in "Proceed," he said. "My time is valuable." "I want to know," said Nick, "whether "it is possible to recall to life for one instant a peran practically dead." "That is indeed a strange question,"' said he doctor, glancing keenly at the detective. "Can it be done?" "Perhaps. We learn many strange things in foreign fands." "But it would cost money?" "A large sum of money." "Has it ever been done?" I The doctor hesitated. -"I have had a great many strange cases," he finally said. "I feel encouraged by your words and said Nick. '"Now, suppqsing such a thing should be done, what condition would the woman's-if it was a woman mind be in during the brief time she con tinued to live after being called back to life?'' "That depends the medicines used." "Would the will power exist?" "Hardly." "Would she be responsible for her act5 ?" "I should say not." "She would simply be the creature of another?" "Yes." The doctor's voic-e was growing husky, and his face was very pale. "'Then she wouid do whatever she was told to do? She would even tin do the work of a life-time at a command whispered in her ear?" .. 'She might." The doctor sank into a chair and wiped great drops of perspiration from his face. "What do you mean by asking all these questions?" he demanded, in a voice trem bling with excitement. "I am an ,officer of the law," was the cool reply, "an'd.I am working on a case in which such an might have taken place." The doctor gasped and reached out for a glass of wine. Nick noticed that he took the glass from a distant of the table, where it had been concealed by a pile of papers, and that it contained a white sediment. As the doctor was about to raise the glass to his lips,_the detective took it from his hand. "I beg your pardon," he said, "but there is something floating on the wine. Allow me to remove it." As he spoke Nick stepped to the sink,

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NICK OARTER WEEKLY. em ptied the g1ass of its contents, and r efilled it frorrt a deca n te r on the table. "You might have poisoned yourself," he added. "It was nothing," gasped the doctor. "To to our case," resumed Nick. "If I understand you correctly, there would be no danger of the use of the wonderful b eing discovere d ?" "Tell me who are !" almost shouted the doctor. "I am Nick Carter, at your service." "At last I" The doctor would fallen to the floor but for the supporting arm of the detective. When Nick left the office, a few moments later the doctor accompanied him, and "Cl osed for the day' was fhe sign posted on the door. Nick felt with hiS' morning's worlf;. cHAPTER VII. SOLVING THE MYSTERY-NICK CARTER'S PARTY. "vVell," asked Nick, walking into Chick's room at the Palmer House, "what about William Ball and the attorney? "First," replied Chick, "William Ball is a gam_ bler in hard luck. "What is his record with the officers?" "He has been arrested many ti{nes." "And has a1ways been defended by the same lawyer?" Yes." "'And that lawyer is the map who vis}ted the cottage in disguise? "Undoubtedly. You seem to know all about what I discovered." Nick pondered a moment. "How long has Ball been in hard luck?" he finally asked. "About six months. Before that time he played on the outside, losing large sum of money at poker, faro, and on t!'-. races." "He had plenty of money a year a then?" "Yes, he was very wealthy at The chief thinks he must have squandered a million in yachts, horses and cards. With th remnants of his fortune he bought the ga bling-house, hoping to win back some of hi money." "And failed." "Yes. Everyth ing goes aga i nst him." "Did you learn where he got his fortune? er Ul ta 0 1 He certainly did not accumulate it." "No; he inherited it from h most d' pected source." ti "I thought so, and he has been receiving money from unknown quarters during g past six months, all of which has been squan1 -4:1 dered." "How do you know that?" Nick smiled. "You shall know at the proper time." said. he, Nick walked thoughtfully up and down the t l 0 I 1 Boor for some moments. "Do know where to find this he finally asked "Certainly His name is Simon Edwards, an
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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 27 Chick hastened away and Nick sat down to < ait. The assistant was not gone long. came ack well pleased with his success. He had und both men readily, and both had prom ed to keep the appointments. Just before three -o'elock the two detectives The doctor shook his head. "Judging from the symptoms of t)J.e woman, as learned from the old nurse," he said, "there -ought t0 ,he other medicines here." "The ones before us would not produce results shown?" nter e d the old house from the rear, Nick ''Decidedly not." sing his pick-lock in order to gain admitNick remove<;! a number of bottles and A few moments,later, a soft knock sounded n the basement door, and Nick admitted the octor he had first visited. "I am giving a little party.here," the detecive said, with a smile, "and expect more u es t s presently." Leavlhg the basement door unlocked, the o detectives and their companion ascended to the second story of the house. The doctor pointed out a room at the front f the building. "She occupied that apartment during her !n e ss," he said. Entering the room, the doctor at once pro eed e d to a large closet opening from it. The closet was well lighted, and the walls n two were lined with shelves. The h e l ve s were filled with bottles, either empty r partly . filled with medicine. The bottles er e of all sizes, and were tightly corked and eatl y lab e 1ed. r The doctor began at the wmdow and ex mined every bottle in turn, passing some ith a hasty reading of the label and uncork. g some. Now and then he put one aside with the emark that 1!he contents had not been pre cribed by him. In an hour's time the examination was ompleted, and then the doctor looked up ith an expression of disappointment on his ce. ''You have not found what you expected to nd r asked Nick, who had watched every ovement. pressed a spring concealed in the window casing. A small door flew ope?, revealing a cupboard packed with bot'tles which were all partly filled and none of which bore a .label_. "Please examine those," he said. In a moment the doctor stepped back with a look of horror on his face. "The proof is here," he said. "I wonder why they kept the stuff after it had done its work?" "It is not an unusual mistake for murderers to make," said Nick, coolly. "It may be that the conspirators expected to h;lVe use for the remaining poisons, and so put them away in. what they regarded as a perfectly place." The detectivt'!s then spent an hour examin ing the different articles in the ,roam. Finally, in a secret drawer in a secretary, Nick discovered a large diary, written care fully in a woman's handwriting. He spent some tinie reading it, and then placed it in his pocket. Just then the door of the room opened, and a policeman in plain clothes stepped into tlie room. "We entered without being observed," he said. "Where is your companion?" asked Nick. "In the basement, in charge of an officer," was the reply. Nick pointed toward the closet. "Conceal your!)elf he said, "and wait."

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28 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. The two detectives and the doctor now de scended to the parlor on the first floor. Just th.en the sound of a key was heard in the front door, and a moment later William Ball stepped into the hall-way. Nick motioned to Chick and the doctor to conceal themselves behind the heavy hangings and steppep forward. "What are you doing here?" demanded Ball, catching sight of the detective. Before Nick could reply the front door opened again and Simon Edwards entered the hall-way. Nick was dressed exactly as he had been at the cottage, and the lawyer started back at the sight of him. "What does this mean?" he demanded. "If you two gentlemen will step into the parlor, replied NicK:, "I. will explain why I am here. I told you, Mr. Edwards, that I might meet you in Chicago." Ball sprang forward with an oath. "If you don't leave instantly," he said, "I will put you out with my own hands." As the enraged man advanced upon the de.:. tective the lawyer checked him with a motion of his hand. "J..et us hear his explanation," he said. "Now," began Nick, motioning the two men to seats in the parlor, and lighting the gas, "I have a short story to tell." "Tell it to the policeman on the corner," said Ball, with a forced laugh. "Some years ago," continued Nick, sisters inherited considerable money from their father. "One of the sisters was married to Charles Hamilton, who lived hut a short time. Her name was Lucy, and she bought this place and settled here, finally becoming very riel "The second sister married Leonard Bal who squandered his wife's fortune and se her to her grave with a broken heart. Thi sister left a wild and reckless son name William." "Come, come," broke in Ball, "there is n need to go into the history oflthe family." "-The third sister," continued Nick, witE out noticing the interruption; "married Clar Sidney, a gambler and a spendthrift. "The wife of Leonard Ball was the onl one of the three to bear children, an only one of hers lived, the one I have men tioned. "In the natural course of events he woul the fortune of his aunt, as sh had no childr e n, but his conduct was sue that she disinherited him. "For a time she remained friendly with he sister and her husband, Clark Sidney, but it time their. conduct became such that she cas them off, all her vast fortune to ver distant relatives." Ball laughed scornfully. "You are off the track," he said. "She re membered her sister and her nephew at last.' "While living a vagabond life in London1 resumed Nick, "William Ball picked up ar unscrupulous physician in the slums and brought him to Chicago and put him on hi feet with the proceeds of a crime committed in E'ngland." "It is a lie!" said Ball. "This doctor, Stephen Seymour by name, learned his lesson well, and in a short time became, by what subterfuges I am unable to state, the family physician of Mrs. Hamilton. "Then the work of bringing the ruined and

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY._ 29 poverty-stricken sister and into favor with the woman, now in illliealth, was begun, but did not succeed. "So murder and fraud were decided upon." Ball sprang to his and made a dash for the door but Nick drew a pa i r of handcuffs from his pockets and motioned him back into the parlor. A subtle poison, unknown to most practi tioners, was administered by the' physician to the woman until she lay at the point of death. She still refused to see her sister or nephew, declaring that they should never handle a dollar of her money." Ball moved uneasily in his chair, but did not again attempt to escape "Then the services of a disreputable lawyer named Simon Edwards were called in, re sumed "Be careful what you say," thundered the lawyer. "A will was prepared dividing the property equally between the sister and the nephew," continued Nick "and, in order to make the sudden change of purpose appear more nat. ural, the sister and the nephew without the knowledge of the dying woman, took up their residence in the house, being careful to keep out of sight of the woman they were slowly and cruelly murdering." "This i s a very pretty story," sneered the lawyer. "At last the day set for the last act in the crime came, and the old will was still in for ce the new one not having been signed, con tinued the detective. "The doctor was called, and the woman eemingly died in his arms. Then a powerful drug was administered, the sister, the n ephew, and the servants were summoned to .. the bedside of the dying woman, and the new will was produced by the lawyer. "While under the influence of the drug, and with the last strength of her life, Mrs. Hamilton signed that will and declared, re peating words whispered in her ear,. that the act was of her own free wilt The next mo ment she was dead. "That will, prepared in fraud, and executed by a woman unconscious of her acts, was pro bated, and the property passed into the hands of her murderers." "You pay for this," gasped the lawyer. At a motion from Nick, Chick stepped from behind the drapery and took a position close to the lawyer, while Nick advanced toward Ball. "There were many rumors of foul play after the death of the woman, : continued Nick, "but the money of the murderers hushed them all. Then the nephew began to squander his money, and the sister became afraid of him "She sought to lose herself to him and her old associates by retiring with her husband to a small village, and more completely to keep up .the deception, the husband worked as a common mechanic." The lawyer and the gambler were now deadly pale. "The nephew," resumed Nick, "shut up the house where the murder had been committed and set about spending his ill-gotten money. He did not even remove the remains of the poisons with which the" woman had been killed. "At last the nephew ran out of money. He

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_NICK CARTER WEEKLY. h unted up his aunt and began a sysfematic her He did not find the bonds, course of blackmail. The aunt supplied him but he found part of the papers, and made an with ruoney to purchase a attempt to burn them. ,_ h oping that he would recover a part of his "They were afterwa r d found, only partly money. destroyed, by the detective, and used .to good 1'The hope was a vain one. The nephew purpose. made new demands for money, and the sister "The bonds and the true will were secured sold her bank and prepared to leave the by Simon Edwards on the. night of the bus country. band's murder, and where do you think the "Then the nephew decided to murder her nephew tiid. them? In the secret closet where and steal the bonds into which the money had he had hidden the poisons." been placed. He journeyed down to the viiNick took a package of papers from his lage, decoyed the husband away by a note, pocket as he spoke. and, after watching the house for some time from the garden, enter'ed and murdered the sister by strangulation. "The husband returned to find his wife I dead on the floor. He knew at once that the nephew had committed the crime, but he lied to the village officers and went to his work as usual." "Why should he do that?" sneered Ball. ''Because he knew Ball to be a c oward as well as a murderer," was the reply. "He knew that Bail, with the rope about his neck, would implicate him .in the murder of Mrs. Hamilton. So he formed the desperate Te solve of killing the nephew wfth hts own hand, and so ending the whole case. "He did not succeed, but was murdered by Simon Edwards in the sitting-room of his own cottage, which the detectiv e in charge of the case had left in charge of the village marshal." Edwards sank back like a man in a faint. "Before leaving the cottage, after the mur der of his aunt," continued Nick, "Ball searched for the bonds and some identifyi n g papers which he knew the woman to have in "These documents," he said, "were found in a secret hiding place in the cottage, which was undoubtedly dis!=overed by the ers only after long and patient watching. At some time before the murder they must have seen the woman open it. "There are other details," added Nick, "which are unnecessary to repeat now, among which are the killing of a confederate by Sidney Clark-known in the village as Sidney Clark-and the attempted murder of the detective at the Palmer House last night." .. "This is a very pretty story," said Ball. "How do you know that the woman mur dered in the village was Mrs. Sarah Sidney'?" "Because of a small mole above her ear, and because of the papers found among her possessions. The most important of these was laundry list No. 4,575, w'hich led .to he; former residence in this city, and pointed to this house, where she had had work sent. The rest was easy. Now, mur dere rs, what do you say?" "It is all false!" shouted Edwards. At that moment the parlor door opened

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NICK CARTER. WEEKLY. 31 and two policemen entered, leqding the doctor Nick had that afternoon taken from his office. "It is all true," said the doctor. "I can bear the strain tio longer. I supplied the poison with which Mrs. Hamilton was mur Write it down! I administered the drug which brought back sufficient muscular power for her to sign the fraudulent will! Write that down! I have lived in deadly fear of william Ball ever since, for he has twice attempted the life I am weary of, and now gladly yield up I" The doctor raised his band to his mouth, and sprank forward, but was too late. The doctor crushed a small pill between his teeth and fell oack dead. The old family physician stepped into the room. "I have the remains of the poisons used," done him such good service in leading him to the gambling house. "Now," said Chick, as the detectives seated themselves in their room that night, "how I did you learn about the three sisters? Surely the laundry list did not tell you that?" "The policeman on that beat knew all about the family, about the' new doctor, and the strange death, and about the new will at the last moment." .. "That is strange." "No," said Nick, "not under the circum stances, for the matter made quite a stir at the time, and the officer was at work on the case." "But discovered nothing?" Well, he told me about .the doctors, and the family physician told me enough to go on when I met the man who killed himself in the house. When I stated l:te said. a suppositious case to him he weakened. Tlie "If you like," said Nick, turning to the two 1 rest came easy. The doctor wlio committed prisoners, "I will show you where they were found." "No, not there!" said Ball. "Take us out of this house. The air is heavy with blood." "Tell me," said Nick, "what became of the confederate who left the infernal machine at the Palmer House last night." "We know nothing of him," said the l awyer. "It is useless to deny it," said Ball, trembling l y "The man is employed at the gambHng-house." Chick took the man's name and description and hastened away. In half an hour the two murde r ers were behind the bars at police headquarters, toget her with Nick's mid n ight visitor, who had suicide was tired of life." "But how did you learn s0 much about Mrs. Hamilton?" "Found her diary." "And the secret doset in the large one?" "The doctor described where the poisons were kept after I took him to headquarters this afternoon." "Well," said Chick, "it makes a pretty case, but isn't it strange that Clark, as he was c alled, did not know where the bonds and papers were kept?" "It does seem strange," was the reply, "but the chances are that his wife was afraid of him. He might have been the sort of a fellow to have made off with them." '"l'hat is probably it."

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32 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. The lawyer and Ball were convicted in Chicago oLthe murder of Mrs. Hamilton, and executed, while the confederate was sent up for a long term of years for the inferna l machine act. The heirs named in the first will received the property. "And it all came about through laundry list No. 4,575,'' said Nick, as he r ead of the hanging while seated in his New York horne. "That is all right," said Chick, "but the laundry list had to be backed _by brains and activity." THE END. The next number of the NICK CARTER WEEKLY will contain ''Nick Carter Saves a Reputation; or, A Button Worth a Fortnne." Nick Carter Weekly THE BEST LIBRARY O F DETECTIY_B STO. R IES. LAT E S T ISSUESa 186--Nick Carter Rescues a Daughter; or, The Junior Partner's Strange Behavior. l8&-N'1ck Carter Saves a Reputation; or, A Button Worth a Fortune. 184-Shleldlng a Murderer; or, Nick Carter's Dealings with an Avenger. 183-Saved frGm the Penitentiary; or, Three Cheera for Nick Carter. 182-The Blood-Stained Check; or, Nick Carter In the Dissecting-Room. 181-In the Clutch of the Law; or, Nick Carter's Chain of Evidence. 180--The Government Custom's Swindle; or, Nick Carter's Work for the U. S. Treasury. 17&--Nick Carter's Beautiful Decoy; or, The Diamond Duke cif Chicago. 178--Nick Carter Arrests a Client; or, The Body Found In the Flat. 177-Nick Carter's Dumb Assistant; or, The Man with a Dead Brain. 176-Nick Carter Behind the Counter; or, A Peck of Pawn Tickets. 175-Nick Carter's Pointer; or, A Hungry Dog's Din . ner. 174-By Whose Hand; or, Nick Carter Advertises for a Cab-Driver. 173-Caught In Six Hours; or, Trouble In Room No. 46. 172-Burglar Joe; or, Nick Carter's Leap In the Dark. 171-Nick Carter's Little Shadow; or, The Man with the Yellow Dog. by Electricity; or, Nick Carter Bags an Old Offender. 16&--Unmasked by Nick Carter; or, An Attempt at Blackmail. p 168-Nick Carter's Second Sight; or, A Dumfounded Prisoner. 167-Nick Carter Makes a Loan That Brings Him Big Returns. 166-Nick Carter Prevents a Disturbance, and Loses a Disguise. 165-Nlck Carter In a Hole; or, A Plan to Catch Him That Didn't Work. 164-Nick Carter Off the Track, but Has Another String to His Bow. 163-Nlck Carter Jumps a Train, and Takes Big Chances. 162--Nick Carter Saves a Life, and Earns a Woman's Gratitude. 161-Nick Carter Corners a Dank President; or, A Balance That Was Crooked. Carter's Steamer Trunk; or, A Crime In Mid-Ocean. 16&--Nick Carter's New Uniform; or, A Bribe That Was Expected. 158-Nick Carter and the Sawdust Man; or, An In vestment That Caused Trouble. 157-Nick Carter as_an Expert; or, A Battery That Was Tampered With. 156-Nick Carter's Silent Search; or, A Drive at a. Fake Detective. 165-Nick Carter's Curious Client; or, A Criminal with More Gall than Sense. 154-Nick Carter Settles a Conspiracy; or, A Telegram That Wasn't Signed. 153-Nick Carter's Midnight Caller; or, A Case eluded Before Daylight. 152-Nick Carte!''s Fake Murder Case; or, The Plan to Wipe Out the Agency. 151....:.Nfck Carter Stands a Bluff, and Wins a Game Which Ends in Limbo. Carter's Bogus Bargain; or, Outwitted by Duplicate Methods. 149-Nick Carter Exchanges Prisoners; or, A Like ness Easily Explained. 148-Nick Carter's Snap Shot; or, A Photograph That Gave. Evidence. 147-Nick Carter's Turn at the Wheel; or, Red and Black Doth the Same. 146-Nick Carter's Race for Life; or, An Accident In the Nick of Time. 141>--'Nick Carter's Midnight Arrest; or, An Interrup tion of a Poker Game. 144-Nick Carter Claims a FGrtune, and Turns It Over to the Right Owners. 143-Nick Carter's Handsome Prisoner; or, How Her Smile Failed to Fascinate Him. 142-Nick Carter Meets a Wizard and Shows Him a. New Trick. 141-Nlck Carter on the :utmlted; or, The Man on the Smoker Who Didn't Smoke. Carter's Greatest Compliment. 13&--Struck Down; or, How the Superintendent Lent a Hand. 138-Nick Carter's Mouse Trap; or, The End of Doc Helstone. 137-Bob Ferret's Trump Card; or, What Was Found on a Century Run. 136-Short Work with Train Robbers; or, The Mask That Was Marked with Blood. 136--The Great Abduction Case; or, A Baby's Cry tor Freedom. 134-The Malay's Charge; or, RGxy's Life Saved by a New Pet. 133-Afrald of Nick Carter; or, The Man Who Wasn't Born Yesterday. 132-The Face in the Bottle; or, Detective Buff a.nd One of the Finest. 131-At Kessler Switch; or, Nick Carter's Train Rob bery Case. Back numbers always on hand. If you cannot get our publications from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publis he r s 238 W illiam St., New York.

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