Nick Carter rescues a daughter, or, The junior partner's strange behavior


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Nick Carter rescues a daughter, or, The junior partner's strange behavior

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NieK -eARTER WEEKLY. accodinq to .A cl of Oongess in the yea 1900 py Sheet ti Smith, in the' Ojftce of the_ Librarian of Oonure-, Wash>glon, D. 0. as secrmd Class Jptttel' f!-llhe New r01l c N. Y., Post Office. J 1 lnoo I ss wee/ely. Snbsc plton p1-.ce, $2.60 pe1 yea U Y. 21, N 0 186. STRieET & SMITH, Pnbllshera. NEW YORK. 2 8 8 Willia m St., N. Y. 5 Ce n ts Nick Carter Rescues a Daughter; OR, THE JUNIOR .PARTNER'S STRANGE BEHAVIOR. t By t he Author of "NICK CAR .TER. C HAETER I. THE 'DEAD GIRL. N ick glanced at his watch as he e ntered the street door of the B orden Building, New York City. It exactly half-past five o 'clock in the afternoon. "I am just on time," mused the great de tective, as he hurriedtoward the elevator. Neatly folded and stowed away in one of his inside pockets was a note, which he had received by a messenger on the forenoon of tha t day. The note, written o n a typewriter! was not signed, and r a n as f ollows: "NICHOLAS CARTER, New Yor k City. Dear Sir : Please call at room 59, Borden Build ing, at half-past five 9'clock this afternoon on important business. Do not f a il." There was such an a ir of mystery about the message that Nick concluded he woul d re spond, and promptly to the minute he was at t he place named in the note. The Borden Building is one of those structures in lower New York City which are used almost exclusively as offices lt was Saturday afternoon, and when Nick found that the elevator was not running he was not surprised. Evidently most of the offices in the building closed on Saturdays before this late hour. A young man neatly, almost foppishly, dressed, had entered the building ten seconds ahead of Nick and was near'the first landing on the stairs walking up when Nick placed his foot on the first step ready to follow Just then there came ringing through the building the sound of the footsteps of some one flying down the stairs in precipitate haste. Nick, by looking up, saw that the person making the furious descent was a boy about fourteen years old. The .., e ll-dressed young man stopped when he heard the boy coming', and as the latfer reached him he grasped the lad by the coat, and brought him up with a je r k.

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I r I I I NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "What in thunder ails you?" growled the young man. For a moment the boy could not utter a word. His face was white as chalk, his teeth were chattering in his head, and he trembled so that it seemed he must fall in a heap. The young man gave him a vigorous shake and cried: "Can't you speak? What have you done? Where are you going?". Then the lad found power to chatter: "Oh-h, Mr. Ga-a-ay, she's de-de-dead." "She's dead? Who's dead, you fool?" "l'vli-Miss Langdon," gasped the lad. "Miss Langdon dead? Why, what do you mean? Speak!" "She's been mu-mu-mur-dered." "What! Where?" "Up there in the of-of-office." "Are you telling me the ?" "Indeed I am. Somebody sh-sh-shot her." "Then go call the police, and be quick," said the young man, as he let go 9f the boy's collar and hastened his ascent of the stairs. The lad continued his precipitous descent to the street, and Nick followed the young man upward. He saw the stop on the fifth floor, and disappear through an open door-way. When Nick reached the same place, he noted with much interest that the No. 59 was painted on the door through which the other man had passed. Instantly he asked h1mself: ';Has my mysterious note anything to do with what occurred beyond this door?" Nick passed through the open door, and found himself inside a large general office u5ed by a law firm. The name of the firm was also on the door. It was: BRIDGELY & BYKEJ. Attorneys-at-Law. At the other end of the room a door stood ajar, giving entrance to a private office. Be-yond _this door Nick heard high-pitched voices in altercation. He rightly. guessed that whatever the tragedy might be, its location was in that rear office. Therefore, he crossed the large room, threw the communicating door open, and, standing in the doorway, took in the scene at a sweeping glance. There were two men in the medium-sized office. One was the man who had preceded him up the stairs. The man whom the boy had called Mr. Gay. The other was an older man, perhaps thirty-five years of age, tall, stockily built, with a slight stoop in the shoulder, possessing a rather cold, face, and a pair of gray eyes, which had a habit of trying to bore holes into everything upon which they centered. This man at the time of Nick's appearance stood leaning against a flat-topped table with one side of his face toward the door. He saw Nick as soon as the latter pushed the door wide open. The other man's back was toward the door, and Nick's presecne was not known to him immediately. He was just saying, his remarks being addresssed to the older man : "Do you think anybody will believe your story?" The speaker was pointing to something before him. That something was the forfn of a young woman seated in a chair before an open scroll-topped desk. One arm hung help lessly at her side, and she had, apparently, partly fallen forward until her head and left arm rested upon the desk. Nick recognized in this form the victim of a tragedy.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 3 B efore the detective had time to move a tep forward, the elder man, with those gray yes focused upon Nick's face said: "What do you want?" "Who are you?" panted Brown, for Nick of course, was in disguise. "I am Nick Carter. There has been a crime committed back there, and until I "I want to know what has been going on know more about it you must keep everyere." body out. Let none of these curiosity-seek-The younger man had wheeled around fac-ing Nick, and he, iri turn, asked: ''Who are you ?" "I am Nick Carter." To Nick's surprise the young man moved back several steps as if annoyed or confused, a nd the elder scowled without removing his gray eyes from Nick's face. The latter advanced to the desk where the form of the young woman reclined, and made a quick examination. There was a bullet wound in her right temple. The ball had pierced her brain, and she was dead. On the right hand was a glove into which the fingers had been fitted, but the thumb and upper part of the hand were still bare. The first inference drawn from this fact was that she had been shot while engaged in putting on her gloves preparatory to leaving the office. In the minute which followed, Nick made one of his lightning ocular inspections of the premises, in which very little was left to be discovered. At the end of that time the sound of many rushing footsteps was heard coming up the stairs. All this time the two men in the room with him remained silent and inactive. Nick walked into the main office, and met t h e first man of the ascending throng at the d o o r It was a young policeman, whom Nick happened to know quite well. "Ah, Brown!" exclaimed Nick, confronting the officer at the threshold, "I'm glad 'tis y ou You'll understand me without a l e n g th y explanation." ers intrude." "I am at your service, l.Vlr. Carter," said Brown. "Lord, I'm glad you're here. Seems to nie you always bob up when anything happens. What is it? Murder?" ''I want to find out. Is there anybody with you?" "Yes, McCarthy is coming, but he's so fat it's hard and slow work for him to get up all these stairs. Here he is now." Some one rapped on the door at that in stant. Brown admitted a policeman, who was blowing like a porpoise. 'Bad cess to thiil_l shtairs !" gasped McCarthy, an' thor had bin tin more ov 'em, sure it's a dead mon I'd be this minute "vVell, McCarthy, just take charge of this door, and see that no one enters who has no right. Those who have a right, and whom I want to come in, are persons who have been in this building within the last bour, and the boy who carried you the news." Brown opened the door and beckoned to the boy to enter. The latter drew back as if about to fly again, but a man near by grasped him by the shoulder and pushed him toward the door. "Who are you?" inquired Nick. "I'm the janitor," was the reply. "Then c_ome in, too." Still keeping hold of the terrified boy, the janitor entered the office and door was once more closed in the face of the crowd, which by this time numbered nearly a score. "Brown, I want you to summon the coro ner, or one of his deputies as soon as you can get him here." Brown asked no questions, but left on his mission instantly.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "What's your name?" Nick, turning to .the janitor. "Bush-John Bush, sir "Then, Mr. Bush, I want you to look 'out among the people in that crowd in the hall and identify anybody who has offices in this building." McCarthy held the door ajar while the janitor scanned the eager faces in the crowd. "There is Mr. Grote, Mr. Kennedy, and Lucas," was his report. "Tell them to come in," commanded Nick, in a low voice. "Will Mr. Grote, Mr. Kennedy, and Miss Lucas come in?" said the janitor, addressing his words to the collection of people in the hall The three persons answering to these names crowded their way forward, and were admitted. Then the door closed again. To the five people inside, not including the policeman, Nick said: "You will wait in this room until further orders. Meanwhile, officer," turning and addressing McCarthy, "let no one else in until Brown returns with the coroner, and see that nobody meantime leav es by that door." Nick turned toward the inner room to find the young, stylishly-dressed man looking out, much interested at what had been going on in the large r office. CHAPTER II. THE GLOVE ON THE DEAD GIRL'S HAND. Nick returned to the rear room. His first act was probably a surprise to both the men whom he had found there when he first en tered. In short, he requested the two men to step into the outer office. They complied rather h esi tatingly. He followed them, and closed the com municating door. Then he coolly took a seat near by, and waited for the coroner. Fifteen minutes after Brown started to bring the coroner, he returned in company with that official. Nick met the coroner quietly, and lost no time in making himself known to him Then he requested Brown to send the crowd on the outside about their business, and again cautioned McCarthy to let no one of those in the large office go out. This done, he preceded the coroner into the rear office1 and closed the door behind them. The coroner took a quick inventory of the surroundings, and the n turned to Nick for information. The detective r e lat ed everything just as it occurred to him, except that he made no mention of the type-writt e n note which had brought him to the scene at such a strange time. "And what have you learned of the case from those two men, Mr. Carter?" inquired the coroner. "Nothing. I have asked not a single question, preferring to wait till you got here to receive the story of the case as these peo ple can or will give it "That is quite complimentary, I am sure, Mr. Carter. \\'hom shall we question first?" "Before we question anybody let me tell yott about a few things I have noted in this office.'' "All right-go on." "The victim was shot in the right temple." "I see." "From the position of the body the shot must have be en fir ed by some one standing in front of that window, or the shot must have come from across the street and through the open window." The coroner noticerl that the d esk on which the dead woman had fallen was almost

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 5 exa-::tly in front of an open and about twelve feet from it. He glanced across the street and discov ered that a window in an opposite building was directly in line with the office window and the desk. "You think the shot was fired by some one standin g in that window over there?" "I did not say so. On the contrary, I found this pistol lying directly under the victim's dependent hand." "Suicide?" "I am expressing no opinion, just stating facts," quietly remarked Nick, as the coroner took a pistol from him and examined it. The weapon was pf Smith & Wesson make, had six chambers, was peculiarly mounted, and on a silver plate inlaid in the handle were the initials "E. L." One of the chambers contained the empty shelf of a cartridge. The other four were load ed. The coroner stooped, and inspected the wound in the head of the victim. "I see no powder marks on h e r face," he said, looking up at Nick. "There are none. Besides, I call your attention to the condition of the right hand." The coroner's eyes turned quickly to the haq,d of the corpse, which hung at the side of the body. "Ha! I see. She was putting o n her glove, and couldn't have handled the pistol herself.'! "Not unless she fired the shot with her left hand ." "But the bullet entered the right t emple?" "I am not sure of it." "But see. Here is the wound," cried the coroner pointing to the little blue spot on the side of the girl's face, was turned up to their gaze. "Yes, that is a wound. But the bullet might have come out at that place instead of going in." "Oh! Then there is a wound on the other side of the head; the side which lies upon the desk." "I think there is." "You think. Don't you know-have you not raised the head to see?" "I have not raised the head to see, but I know there is." "Why, how do you know if you have not seen?" "Because here is the fatal bullet, and it not only went into her head, but clean through it." "Where did you find it?" "In that corner of the room back there," "Why, that is almost behind the body?" "Yes. The bullet passed through her head, hit the steam coil on the other side of the desk, and carromed at an acute angle, fetching up in the corner where I found it." "It was surely not suicide," mused the coroner. "It may not have been," responded Nick. "She would certainly not have stopped while putting on her gloves to commit suicide?" "You say gloves. There is but one glo ve," remarked Nick, dryly. "Only ,one in sight. We shall find the other, I presume, if we make search." "I doubt it." "Why?" "Because the glove she partly put on that hand is not her own." "Not her own? Why, man, how do you know?" "Because it is fully a size too small for her." "But--" "You would say she has it partly on. That is true, but if you examine it carefully you will see that the fingers woulq not even g0 in as far as the ends. The glove could n --.' have been forced on her hands."

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6 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "'l'hen whose is it?" "I don't know," said Nick, who meanwhile had walked across the office and was examining a woman's light sack which hung from a hook on the wall. "It certainly didn't belong to her, for here is the pair she used." He held up a pair of gloves of an entirely different color, and probably several sizes larger than that which was partially on the hand of the corpse. "Well, by Jove!" muttered the coroner. Nick had reached down again into the pocket in which he found the gloves. This time he fished out a lady s pocket-book. Without opening it, he carried it across the room and gently pulled the glove from the stiffening fingers of the dead girl. Then he rolled the three gloves and the pocket-book up together, and put them all away in an inside pocket of his coat. "With your permission, I'll take charge of these important articles of evidence," he said to the coroner. The latter nodded assent, and asked: "What is in the pocket-book?" "'0/ e'll find out later when I've time to examine it. Now, we must get together our facts by questioning those people out there one at a time "A good idea." "But before we begin, I want to make a request.' "N arne it." '"That you postpone the inquest from day to day till I have a chance to get to the very bottom of the mystery." "Willingly, my boy, and meantime I'll not hother my brains about it because I know what Nick Carter cannot fathom in a case lik(;: this will never be found out. "Thank you. Now, we will call in and question our first witness." "Who will it be? the elder of the two men -the one who must have been here first after the tragedy or when it occurred?" No, I 1 think I'll hear what tfie younger and more fashiOnably dressed one of the two has to tell. I'll call him in. A So saying, Nick went to the dividing door, opened it, and beckoned to the man who had preceded him up the stairs only a few seconds to the scene of the tragedy. The young mim entered the rear office, plainly laboring under great excitement. Nick closed and locked the door, invited his witness to take a seat, and lost no time in beginning his examination. CHAPTER III. WHAT THE CONFIDENTIAL CLERK KNEW. "In order to get down to the facts in this case," began Nick, addressing the young man, "it will be necessary to apply for information to those who are supposed to be in possession of the knowledge we seek. We have, therefore, called you in first to set us on the way in our inquiry. "I am ready to answer any question which it is in my power to do?" responded the young man, trying hard to repress his nervousness. "What is your name?" "Oscar Gay." "vVhat is your business?" "Conftdential clerk." ''For whom!' "Bridgely & Byke.'' "vVhere are Messrs. Bridgely & Byke now?" "Mr. Byke is in Europe-has been away about one month." "And Bridgely ?" "Bridgely has been dead more than a year." "Then Byke represents the firm as it ex isted before the death of the senior partnerhe constitutes the firm?" Gay hesitated and shufffed uneasily in his seat for a few moments before he replied:

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) NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 7 "The firm name remains the same, but Mr. Byke has a partner." ''Who?'' "Victor Redway." "The man I found in this room with you a while ago?" "Yes." "This Redway, do I understand you, took a place in the firm after Bridgely's death?" "Yes, sir." / "And before that?" "He was the confidential clerk of the firm." "Then you succeeded in the place made vacant by him when he was admitted to partnership by Mr. Byke ?" "I did." '"Now, Mr. Gay, who was that dead girlshe was scarcely more than a girl." "Her name was Estelle Langdon. She wa.: the office and type-writer." "Wh'ere did she live?" "Somewhere up in Harle m." "Was she married?'' Gay's eyes gave a quick flash toward Nick s face at this question-a fact the detec tive mentally noted without pretending to notice it. The answer came almost immediately "Not that anybody was aware of." "Has she relatives?" "None-I believe." "How long have you known her?" "About six months since she came here "What do you know about the way she died?" "Nothing, except what I saw as I entered the office just before you came." "Tell us what that was-what you saw." "The body was lying there just as it is now. Mr. Redway was near by on the side next to the window. When I entered, his body was in a bent position, and one hand was ex tended toward the pistol on the floor." "About to pick it up?" "Either that, or had just laid it down." Nick came to a dead halt in his queries at this answer, and sat for thirty seconds looking Gay straight in the face. The latter be came plainly uncomfortable under the detec tive's glance. "Did you ever see that pistol before?" in quired-Nick, when he once more continued his examination. "I did." "To whom did it belong?" "To Victor Redway." "But the initials 'E. L.,' how do you ac count for them?" "I can't account for them. They were on the pistol as long as I knew Redway to possess it.'' "How long is that ?" "Several months." "Did Redway carry this pistol regularly?" "He never carried it." "Then where did he keep it?" "In the drawer of his desk over there." Gay nodded to the flat-topped desk setting against the wall to the right of the open win dow, and almost directly behind the corpse. "You are sure of that statement?'' "Yes, I have seen it there often." "Didn't he keep the desk locked?" "No. I never knew him to carry a key to the desk." "Then Miss Langdon could have got the pistol herself had she chosen?" "I suppose so." "What was the relationship of Redway and Miss Langdon?" "What do you mean?" "Were they on friendly terms?" "Oh, yes." "Very confidential?" "No, hardly that, I guess. Not in the presence of any one else, anyhow." "Might they have been lovers?" "If they were, no one knew it.''

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8 NICK CARTER WEEKLY 'Did they ever quarrel?" "Not to my knowledge." "They occupied this office together?" "Where is your desk ?" "In that other private office,:' pointing to an adjoining room into which a door gave communication a little to the right of the desk on which the body lay, and separated from the office they were in by a heavy divi sion wall. The door was closed, but a transom above the door stood ':Vide open, as Nick was quick to note. He lost no time in fixing in his mind the location of this room in its connection with the other It formeri the L to the suite, and had no direct communication with the large or gen eral office. There were two doors only to this third room. One connected it with the room in which the body was found and the other opened into the hall Therefore, to get into that room, it was necessary to enter either directly from the hall or through both the other offices. "This is Mr. Byke's private office, I sup pose?" "Yes." "I accused him of having killed Miss Langdon." "And what reply did he make?" "He was insolent. Asked me what I in tended to do about it, and wanted to know what proofs I had to fortify my charges." "And then?'' "You came almost before I could reply "And have you any proofs?" "Nothing but suspicion." "On what is that suspicion ba!:>ed ?"' "Well, I've noticed that Miss Langdon has been growing fond of him for the last few months. She showed it frequently. I imagined that he at first received her prefer ences with pleasure, but that of late they had ,. become annoying to him." "That is the result of observation only?" "That is all. I may be mistaken, too, you know." "Has family?" "Do you mean is he married?" "Yes. Has he a wife, children, or rela tives with whom he lives?" "I not-not that any one knows of ." "Where does he live?" "And you, as his confidential clerk, have "In bachelor apartments on Fifty-fifth your desk in there?" street." "Only in his absence; when he is at home, I occupy a desk in the large office." "Were you in there at your desk to-day?" "Not since noon "You were absent since noon?" "Yes, until I returned just in time to be 'in at the death.' There was a bad attempt to smile, as this was said, hut the smile was painfully forced. "Then you know nothing about the manner of the tragedy?" "Nothing." "You and Redway were exchanging hot words when I surprised you. What was it that passed between you?" "That will do for the present, Mr. Gay." The young man arose, and started to g-o into the other private room by way of the communicating door, but Nick stopped him. "Not there. Mr. Gay. You will be so kind as to remain in the outer office until we have questioned the other parties." Gay scowled. and went reluctantly back to the large office. Nick gave the coroner a significant look. and remarked : "He seems to be very anxious to get into that closed room hut he'll not do it till I've had a look in there first myself.''

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 9 "What do you make of this Oscar Gay?" asked the coroner. "Nothing-yet. We'll now see what Victor Redway has to say." CHAPTER IV. THE JUNIOR PARTNER'S STRANGE BEHAVIOR. Victor Redway entered the room of death looking pale and worried. He cast a glance at the body of the dead girl, and a percepti ble shudder shook his frame. Nick lost no time in "doing businf.l's" with the junior member of the law firm. "Your name is Victor Redway?"' began Nick. Redway nodded assent. "The junior member of this law firm?" "As Mr. Gay informed you, I presume." There was a decided sneer in the reply. "Mr. Gay has told us a number of things. How man.y of them were truth remains tn be ., seen. As Nick said this, he did not fail to notice that, Redway seemed pleased with the latter part of the sentence. "The two men are enemies, if not openly, then ttn::tvowed," thought Nick. To Redway he said: "'vV e have called you in here to your version or story of the tragedy so far as you are willing to give it." "Willing to give it? What do you mean?" "Why, this: I am a detective; this is the coroner; you are a lawyer. This is not an in quest, nor yet a preliminary hearing; you are not under oath. There may be circum stances about the death of that girl which you do not desire to tell. Indeed, it might be to your interest not to talk of it at all." Redway looked at Nick long and steadily. At last he said : "I think I understand you. You believe I killed her?'' "I have no belief one 'Yay or the other. It is my business to prove, to know, not to believe "But I am suspected?" "The law will undoubtedly look to you to make a satisfaCtory explanation of your knowledge of the crime, or your ignorance of it." "Well, suppose you ask me your que!>tions." "You will answer?" "Some of them, perhaps. As a lawyer, I may choose to remain silent on some points -for the present, at least." "Then I'll begin at the beginning. Mr. Redway, did you kill that girl?" The answer came without hesitation, and accompanied by the faintest touch of a smile. "I certainly did not." "Do you know who did?'' The answe r to this question was not given so spontaneously, and the smile gave way just an instant to the shadow of a frown. After only a moment of hesitation, Redway replied: "No, I do not." "Do you believe she committed suicide?' "My belief on that score is not of any value "Do you know whether she had any to kill herself?'' "No." "Did you ever hear her threaten to kill herself?" "Not directly." "Will yciu explain?" "Well, she once dropped the remark that if she ever married, and her husband de serted her for another woman she would, she believed, kill herself." "Ah !" "But she would first kill the man who de cehed her and the woman who robbed her of her rights?" "Oh! What called forth this declaration:"

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10 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "The story of a client who had suffered somewhat in the same manner." "How did she hear the story?" "I told it to "She was not married?'' "Not to my knowledge "Had she a lover?'' "How should I know." "Were you and she not on confidential terms?" "Why should we be?" "You two were in here together a great deal." "True, as man and employee. I am not one to become confidential with an office attache." "Not even with a pretty woman?" Especially not with a woman of any kind. There was a hard, bitter ring to these words, which Nick did not fail to make a note of. "Yet you told her the story of that deceived client." "The re was a reason for that" "What reason?" R e dway frowned again and : "That is something I refuse to say. You were not her lover, Mr. Redway?" An angry flush mounted the young lawy e r's brow and he replied: "The question is not worthy of an answ e r. y ou are sure you never gave her cause to belie v e you thought more of her than any other young woman?" ''I don' t pret< nd to knerw what is m any woman s mind. "But your treatment of her--" "Was of a business kind entirely." "\ell, we 'll leave that part of the subject and come down to the tragedy. Were you in the room when the fatal shot was fired?" "\Vhy, no, certainly not." "Where were you?" "On the street. "Was there any one in the office at the time?" "I don' t know. "When you came in you found her lying there on that desk dead?" Nick once more noticed just the mote of a hesitation in the reply. "Yes, she was sitting there m that chair stone dead "How long had you been out of the office?" "Ten or fifteen minutes-maybe longer." "Where had you gone?" "To the street." "To any particular place? "Yes. "You had an object in leaving the office for the street?" "Perhaps." "But had you not?" "Oh, yes. There usually is an object in all we do." "Well, what was your object in this m stance ?" "I think I will not answer that question. "Very well. When you went out, what was Miss Langdon doing?" "Putting her desk in order." "Preparatory to leaving?" "I supposed so. ''Was it her time to go home?" "'It was past the time "What had detained her?" "I don't know. A woman's whim, per haps. "Did you say anything to her as you went out?" "Yes." "She asked me: 'Are you going, Mr. Redway,' and I replied: 'Yes.'" "She meant to ask whether you were leav i n g for the day?"

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NIOK OARTER WEEKLY. 11 "l suppose so." "And you deceived her?'' "No. I had no intention then of coming back." "What changed your mind?" "A mere whim. I couldn't answer you in telligently on that point." "You mean you will not," thought Nick. "When you came in you found her dead ?" Nick continued. "Yes, I said so before." "Any one else in the office?" "No." "You gave no immediate alarm?" "No." "Why?" "Because I realized from the first that it was an awkward fix for me to be in, any way I could manage it." "So you remained?" "Yes." "What did you do here alone with the corpse?" Redway's gray eyes once more turned sharply on Nick's face before he made reply. 'T spent a few minutes trying to find some trace of the crime, and at the same time figuring upon my own danger." "So you waited for some one to come in?" "I waited till some one did come in." "Who was it?" "Jack Marston-the office boy." "How long after you returned was it till Jack Marston appeared?" "I don't know. A man under such circum stances hasn't much knowledge of time." "Did you send him to summon the police?" "I made him understand that 1'4iss Langdon had been killed, and-well, he did the rest without waiting for directions." Again that. faint smile twitched the corners of Redway's stern mouth. "And while he wa gone Gay came in?" "Yes." "When he entered the door where were you?" "At the side of the corpse." "What were you doing?" "I had just stooped to pick up the pistol." "Oh! But you didn't pick it up?" "Why, no! In my personal contact with Gay I forgot it." Nick gave a quiet chuckle in his innermost soul at so neatly trapping a lawyer. "Whose pistol was it, Mr. Redway?" "Mine." "Where was it when you saw it last before you saw it on the floor near the dead girl?" "In the drawer of my desk over there." "When was that?" "This morning." "Was it loaded?" "Yes." "Every chamber?" "I remember distinctly filling the chambers with cartridges yesterday, and I have not fired one of them since." Nick noted the evasive answer. "Were you in the habit of it loaded?" "No. On the contrary, I seldom had a cartridge in it. Yesterday I bought some and filled the chambers." "What for?" "I intended it for the benefit of a cat which spends the midnight keeping people awake." "Another evasive answer," mentally noted Nick. "Well?" "Well, I went away without taking it with me. Hence it lay there all day loaded." "Did Miss Langdon know the pistol was in that drawer?" "I suppose she did. The drawer was never locked, and she frequently went there to get things out of it." "That is all I have to ask you at present, Mr. Redway. Will you have the kindness to

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12 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. r emain in the outer office ti ll we have a talk with the office boy?" "1 h ave no choice but to ob l ige you," came the sarcastiC reply, and the junior partner left the room. The coroner looked at Nick with a puzzled expression on his face. "What do you make of Mr. Redway?" he asked. "Nothing yet, but there is a good deal more to le"am which may place Mr. Redway in an enti r ely different light. Now for Jack Mar ston I depend on the boy for information which may be most valuab l e CHAPTER V. THE MYSTERIOUS LADY CALLER. Jack_ Marston labored under extreme terror in the presence of the dead girl-so much so that Nick spent five minutes getting the lad's mind in condition to answer questions coherently. Then he began on the lad cau tiously. "How long have you been office boy for Bridgely & B y ke, Jack?" asked the detective. "Nearly two years "What are your hours P" I get here at eight o'clock, and this time of year go home generally a t five." "The office is closed up at that time?" "The janitor generally takes it to clean up. Som e times he don't get in till later." Do y ou lock up when you go away?" "No, the janitor does that. "Who l e av e s the first generally?" Mr. B y ke, when he's here." And when he's not here?" "No, sir! Sometimes Mr. Redway stayJ here later than five, but he never keeps me." "And M i ss Langdon ? "She a l ways left when I did -at five o clock. The elevato r stops running then." "But she didn t leave at five to-day?" "I gness not sir." "How does it come you returned to-day after your hour for going home ? "Mr. Red way sent me on an errand." "What kind of an errand?" "To take his watch to a jeweler s on Broad-way to be cleaned "What time was that?" "Ten minutes before five." "And told y ou to come back?" "No, sir; he said I ne e dn t come back. But the jeweler s place was closed on account of a death in the family and I came back with the watch "Did you give him the watch?" "No, sir I forgot it. I was So scared." "Where is it?" "In my pocket." "Let me see it. The b o y hande d to Nick a magnificent gold hunting case watc h. Merely glancing at it, Nick said: "I'll return this to Mr. Redway. You needn't tell him that the j e weler's place was closed." "But--" "No buts about it, l a d I am Nick Carter, and represent Superintendent Byrnes and this is the coroner. You do what I tell you and no harm shall come to you." Nick saw he was dealing with a naturally bright, quick-witted and honest lad. "Why, Mr. Gay Mr. Gay has been out "Now, then, Jack, tell me. Who was here a good deal since Mr. Byke went to Europe. in these offices when you left to take Mr. He went away to day about eleven o'clock, Redway's watch to the j e wel er's?" and told m e he wasn t coming back, but he "Nobody, except him and Miss Langdon. did come late as it was "That was ten minutes b ef ore five. "Are you a l wa y s the last to leave?' ; "Yes, s ir.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 13 "You are sure that he didn't follow yo u to the street?" "Not that I saw. He had just come in from the street about ten minutes before." "Oh !" "Yes, sir, he went out with a lady, and was gone nearly half an hour." "Who was she?" "I don't know. I never saw her before." "What kind of looking lady was she?" "Young and ery handsome." "Whom did she ask for when she came?" "For Mr. Redway:. "Did she not give a name?" "No, sir. I asked her for her name. But she replied with a question, 'Is he in there?' Then she walked back, opened the door, came in here and shut it. "Before the door closed I heard Mr. Red-way say, 'What-you here?'" "Where was Miss Langqon ?" "Out at lunch." "What time was that?" "When the lady came?" "Yes." "About half-past two o'clock." "And how long did she stay?" "Till a quarter past four. "Was in there all that time with Mr. Redway?" "Yes, sir "Did no one disturb them?" No, sir. Mr. Redway gave me orders soon after the lady went in that he was not to be disturbed by anybody. So I sent several parties away." "But Miss Langdon?" "She came back about a quarter of three and sat out there in the big office with me till the lady went away." "Didn't she appear to be curious about the strange visitor?" "Not one bit till the lady went out and she saw her. Then she got somewhat excited." "She saw the woman as the latter went out?" "Yes, sir. Miss Langdon was in the big office as Mr. Redway and the lady went through on their way to the elevator. Mr. Redway said to me as he passed, 'I'll be back soon, Jack,' and accompanied the lady downstairs." "I don't believe either of them saw Miss Langdon, who was sitting in the corner, sort of behind the door." "And you say the sight of the strange woman exicted her?" "Very much. As soon as they were on the elevator she began asking questions about the woman, and seemed to be very much worked up, though up to that time she scarce l y seemed to give the lady visitor a thought." "Was Miss Langdon inclined to grow excited?" "No, sir. On the contrary, she was nearly always quiet and easy-going." "What did she do till Mr. Redway returne d ? "Walked around in that office there ner vousl y, and seemed as if she couldn t wait till he got back." "Well, when he came back-what then?" "He went right back to the office, and left the door open behind him. Miss Langdon shut it herself." -"Ah! that is interesting. Go on." "I didn't hear that was said, though I might had I cared to listen, for Miss Lang don's voice wa.s raised to a high pitch." "Did you hear anything?" "Yes. I couldn't help it. She almost shrieked the words. "What words ?" "Why, these: 'If I was sure of it, her life wouldn't be worth a penny.' "Were they still quarreling when you were sent out with Mr. Redway's watch?" "No, sir. At least, she seemed to have cooled off considerable.'' \

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.. 14 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Whe 1 you came in what was Mr. Redway doing?" "Washing his hands in that stationary bas in over there," said Jack, pointing to a lava tory behind a screen in one corner of the office. "What did he say?" "He seemed very much surprised and somewhat confused. I saw Miss Langdon l ying on the desk that way, and, remembering the scene between them, I asked : "'V/hy, Mr. what ails her?' "He said: 'Jack, she has met with awful accident.' "Then I went up, and as soon as I saw she was dead I ran as fast as I could do'wnstairs and met Mr. Gay coming up." "Did you ever see this pistol, Jack?" "Yes, sir, often." "Where?" "In Mr. Redway's desk over there." "When did you see it last?" "Yesterday. "Where?" "In Miss Langdon's hands." "What was she doing with it?" "Loading it." I 'What for?" "She said Mr. Redwav had loaned it to her to shoot a cat." Nick's mind instantly reverted to Redway's evasive words about shooting cats "But she didn't use it, I guess?" ventured Nick. ''I don't know, but I reckon she tried it." "Why?" 'The pistol was not there last night after she went away. Are you sure?" "Quite sure. I. went to the drawer for some blanks, and the pistol was gone, though the-box of cartridges was still there." "Did you see the pistol this evening?" I hav e n t seen it since till now." "It was on the floor, almost at the touch of Miss Langdon's hand." "The one which hung down -had the glove on?' Yes." You are mistaken, sir. "What do you mean?" "I noticed the hand with the glove on when I went to look at her. There was no pistol near it." You may not have noticed it." I would have seen it if it had been there," insisted Jack. With a. caution to the lad to keep lips for a day or two Nick dismissed him. CHAPTER V. WHAT T H E STRANGE WOMAN SAW FROM ACROSS THE STREET. The janitor was the next person called and questioned. "You take charge of the offices every evening t o clean them out and lock them up, do you not?" asked N i ck. "I do, sir." "What time do you generally begin that work?" "Usually right after five o'clock, when Mr. leaves "But you did not come to these offices at five o'clock to-day, nor yet as early as half past five?" "True, sir. I had been asked to wait till six o'clock." "Asked to wait till six? By whom? "By Miss Langdon, God rest her soul! "Did she say why she wanted you to wait?" "She said she would be busy till that time." Nick's mind instantly reverted to the typewritten message which had summoned him to the place of the tragedy. Besides sir,'' continued the janito r Mr. Redway did not leave at five o'clock as usual. "How do you know that?"

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 15 "I saw him go downstairs five minntes after the elevator stopped, and it stopped at five o'clock." that at the time Miss Lucas was standing at the window looking down the street. He had called to her, and the din was so great he was ''This is important information. Did you compelled to raise the pitch of his voice and see him come up again?" "No, sir; but somebody came up about five minutes after he went down, for I heard the man's steps. I was busv in an office two floors below, however, and di(' 't look out to see who it was." there any other persons in the building at that time?" "Only the three persons out there in that r.;oom. They occupy offices two flights above, and are here every day till six o'clock." "Did you hear a pistol shot ?" "No, sir, I did not." "Isn't that strange?" "It does seem so, sir." "Was there any unusual noise about the time the shot may have been fired?" "Only once, sir." "What was the noise?" "A wagon loaded with bar iron passed on the street below and made a great clatter." "About what time was that?" "Near five o'clock." "Before or after Redway went down stairs?" "Just before, if I remember rightly." Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Grote and Miss Lucas were then called in together and questioned concerning what they knew of the affair. Neither had any knowledge which at first could throw light on the subject in hand. They had been at work in their offices, two floors above, and neither heard a pistol shot. "Do any of you remember the noise of a heavily loaded wagon which passed through the street below about five o'clock?" inquired Nick. Mr. Grote remembered it distinctly, and for a good reason. When questioned for the reason, he replied call three times before she heard him. Miss Lucas then remembered the circum stance, but was not aware of any unusual noise at the time. There might have been such a noise, however, but her attention was wholly engrossed just then by something else. "What was it that interested you so much?" asked Nick. "Something you saw in the street?" "No, something I saw in a window across the street." "What did you see?" "A woman." "Wh. did the woman prove so interest ing?" "Because from her actions I thought she was watching something which was goin_g:. on in this building." "Ah! now we are getting at something im portant. What made you believe she was watching this building?" "Because when she first came to that win dow she looked out boldly, fearlessly and carelessly; suddenly she drew back and hid her face behind the edge of the window, seem ingly on the watch and anxious not to be no ticed herself." "Well?" "She sat thus probably five minutes. Then, springing to her feet, she almost ran away from the window and disappeared." "What window was it through which she looked?" Miss Lucas pointed directly across the street and answered : "That one." She had designated the window which Nic1" had previously noticed to be on a line with the open window of Redway's private office and the desk of the dead girl.

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16 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Miss L pcas supplemented her informati o n by saying: "Our offices are directly above these, and I was looking down at the woman-or rather at the place from which she had disappeared a minute before when Mr. Grote called me." "Could you see the woman's features?" "Distinctly when she first came to the win dow." "Had you ever seen her before?" "Only once." "When?" "To-day-this afternoon as I was going out to lunch." "Where was she?" "She got into the elevator as I got out." "What time was that?" "About half-past two o'clock." Nick had no doubt that the woman at the window was Redway's mysterious visitor l\Ir. Kennedy and Miss Lucas were dis missed with a caution to repeat none of their information to any one else. requested M r. Grote to remain a few minutes. After Kennedy and the typewriter had gone back to the private office Nick whispered to the coroner : "Make a pretense of trying to get some further information from Grote, just to keep up the hum of conversation, while I take a look in the private office of Mr. Byke." So, while the coroner engaged Mr. Grote in further conversation, Nick silently used his pick-lock, entered the private office of l\1r. Byke and remained for nearly ten mint!tes. When he returned to Redway's office he locked the communicating door behind him, and then said: "Mr. Grote, as a representative of Superin tendent Byrnes, I ask you to mention to no one the fact that you saw me enter that room just now. It may be of great concern to in nocent parties who are in danger at this time that my visit to Mr. Byke's office shall not be known to any one save our three selves for the present." "You can rely on me, sir, to be mum on the subject." "Thank yo u and that is all." Nick himself accompanied Mr. Grote t6 the large office, and, addressing the two police men, said: "Mr. McCarthy, all these good people, ex cept Mr. Redway, of whom we wish to ask a few more questions, may go. Mr. Brown, you will see that they have free access to their offices or the street." Then, turning to Redway, the detective said: .. I would like to get a little more informa tion from you, Mr. Redway. Will you be so kind as to step back into you r office with me once more ?" "Nobody could refuse a gentleman so po lite as you," was the sarcastic reply. Once inside, and the door locked, Nick pro ceeded without delay to his task. "Mr. Redway, you told me that you had been on the street, and when you came back you found Miss Langdon dead." "You have stated the c ase correctly, sir." "What time was it when you left Miss Langdon here alive and went down to the street?" "I cannot give you the exact time." "Was it before or after five?" "Before." "How do you know ?" "Because I rode down in the elevator, and the elevator boy never makes a trip after five o'clock." "You are sure you rode down in the ele vator?" "Why, certainly I am." "Do you know where the elevator boy lives?" "No, but the janitor can tell you. He has his address."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 17 The response was so feebly made that Nick was somewhat puzzled. "Where was your office boy when you went out?" "I had just sent him to the jeweler's with my watch." "How long before?" "Only a few minutes." "How long did you remain on the street?" "Ten or fifteen minutes, probably." "Why did you come up, go down and return the second time?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you say you rode down in the elevator a little before five and came back ten or fifteen minutes later: Why did you go down almost directly afterward and return the sec ond time?" "I did not." "But the janitol' saw you going down the stairs about a quarter five." "I beg the janitor's pardon, but he saw nothing of the kind." "You deny, then, that you walked down stairs about that time?" "Most emphatically. I have not walked downstairs in this building to-day." "When you were coming up did you have occasion to retrace your steps for a short distance?'' "No, sir." "You came straight up without turning back once?" "Yes." "Is the janitor a truthful man?" "So far as I know, he is." "If he declares, then, that he saw you go down the stairs at ten or fifteen minutes after five, or at any time after five o'clock, what would you say?" "That he either lied or was mistaken." "Now, Mr. Redway, v ou refused to tell me why you went to the street on that last trip down and where you were. Do you still re fuse to answer?" "I do." "A lady visited you in this office this afternoon. Redway's face flushed and then grew pale. A cold, desperate gleam came into his gray eyes and his lips closed tightly. "Do you deny that, too?" asked Nick, after Redway showed no intention of replying to the statement of fact. "I do not." "Who was she?" "That I refuse to tell." "And the nature of her business here?" "Is my affair solely-and hers." "Are you sure it was not also Miss Langdon's affair?" "Quite sure." "After she went away you and Miss Langdon had a quarrel?" "No, sir, we had not." "But Miss Langdon's voice was heard in a highly pitched and exciting key talking to you in here?" "Miss Langdon was mistress of her own voice. I repeat, we had no quarrel." "What was she saying to you while she was so excited?" "I surely cannot tell you." "Why?" "It concerned only herself, and she is dead. Her affairs are sacred so far as I am con cerned." "You left the building with your lady vis itor?" "Yes." "Where did you take her?" "To th(' elevated railroad station.'' "Where does she live?" "You will have to get that information from her." "Have you seen the lady since you left her. at the elevated railroad station?"

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18 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Mr. Carter, there is no use in your asking me any further questions or of my answering any more." "Then I presume, Mr. Redway, you are lawyer enough to understand your position," remarked Nick. "Oh, yes I must submit to arrest on sus picion. But I have no fears. There is nothing in the case to fix the crime on me." "Do you know how Miss Langdon died?" I believe you asked me that question be fore, and I answered it. I do not." "Then, till we find out, you will have to submit to detention." "Imprisoned, you mean. Well I am ready." Nick accompanied by Officer Brown, took Redway to the nearest police justice, wh ere a commitment was sworn out, and Redway was lodged in the Tombs. Before he left the Borden Building, how ever questioned t he janitor again about the person who went down the stairs shortly after five o clock. "Are yo u positive it was Mr. Redway?" ''Sure as I live I am. "No mistaking some one else for him?" "How could I? There's no one else wears such a sky-blue suit, such a straw hat with a black band or has such a long blonde mus tache." When Nick heard this answer, calling up Redway's peculiar dress and appearance he couldn't doubt the janitor's word Then he got the address of the elevator boy, and turned the case over to the coroner with this personal request: "Postpone yoUT inquest from day to day until I have had a little more time to look into this affair. Redway once safely in the Tombs, Nick "Went straight to the home of the elevator boy. He found the lad at supper, and knew the news of the tragedy in the Borden Building could not yet have reached him. "I am trying to find Mr. Redway," ex plained Nick, "and I thought you might tell me where he is." "Why, he has rooms somewhere on Fiftyfifth street, I believe. Did you look in the directory?" "Yes! He isn't there. Was he in the office to-day ?" "Sure!" "You saw him ?" 'Why, yes, several times. He rode up and down with me." "How many times?" "Oh, four or five, maybe!" "Was any one with on any of the trips?" "There was a stunning-looking young lady with him once when he went down. "Was that the last time pe went down?" ,,.No, he came back half an hour later and went down with me on my last trip at just five o'clock." This information confirmed Redway's statement, and was a puzzler for Nick. He had reason now to know that if the janitor was correct in his testimon y Redway must have come up almost immediatel y by the stairs, gone down the second time by the same way and returned a second time by _,;e stairs. The case had a very puzzling complexion at this particular place \Vheri did you see Mr. Gay last?" asked Nick. "Mr. Gay left the office about eleven o clock and didn't come back any more." "Did anybody inquire of you duringthe clay for the offices of Bridgely & Bvke ?" Nick expected the boy to sa y that the strange lady did. The reply was rather dis appointing. "Only one old fellow-an old man who rode up about half-past two or three o'clock." How long did he stay?"

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NICK CARTER WEF.dil..o Y. 19 "I don't know. He didn't go down with me. Guess he must have walked." "Half-past two or three o'clock," said Nick to himself. "The office boy told me that sev eral parties came in while the strange woman was closeted with Redway and that he sent them all away. This old man was one of them, I suppose." Then, for the time being Nick dismissed all thoughts of the old man from his mind. But the existence of that personage was destined soon to be recollected with startling force. / CHAPTER VI. NICK AND CHICK IN CONFERENCE. The great detective's next move was to go straight home and summon his right-hand man, Chick, for a confe rence. Without a waste of words or time he put his assistant in possession of all the facts of the case up to that minute. When he finally ended the details with an account of his visit to the elevator boy he threw himself back in his chair and gave Chick a look which meant : "That is all. What do you think of it?" The latter returned his chief's stare for a fq_ll minute; then he uttered the single word: "Well?" Nick echoed the monosyllable: ''Well?" ''I guess you have a pretty deep case on your hands," smiled Chick. "But 1'11 wager my watch against your toothpick on one point "Which is?" "That though you've locked Redway up in the Tombs you don't believe he killed the girl." "You would win the toothpick if I took your bet. Still, I might be mistaken." I don't beli@ve you are, and I shouldn't be sutprised if you hart some testimony back of all that which you ha..ve revealed which puts this Redway in a better light than ever.'' "Chick, you are a good pupil ; I'm proud of you." "Thanks. I will go further, and say that I believe you think Redway knows who killed the girl, or how she died, and that he is shielding somebody." "You must have learned mind-reading with your other accomplishments," smiled Nick. "Maybe you can tell me who it is that he is trying to shielo ?" "Not unless it be the strange woman." "Humph! We must find that woman and learn more about her," was the non-commit tal reply. "Chick, there is another character I want watched, and you're the very one to do it." "Who?" "The confidential clerk-Gay." "Oh, ho !" "I don't like him. Besides, there is a mystery about him." "Well? "He was absent from the building most of the day, but he .managed to be in at the death." "Did you ask him what had brought him back at that particular time?" "No. "Why?" "It would have told him that he was under suspicion. Best to have him off his guard." "You have other evidence to mvolve him?" ''Yes." "I thought so. What is it?" "I told you about my quick, hurried secret visit to the office of the senior member of the firm?" "Yes. What did you discover in there?" "Not much, and yet a good deal. There was a mirror so fixed near the ceiling that a person standing or sitting near the connecting door could see reflected everything which I

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2 0 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. went on in the other room where the tragedy occurred." "And, as the transom above the door was open, could hear as well?" "Yes." "I see. That office was supposed to be de serted all tbe afternoon?" "Correct." "Yet some one was concealed in there, and heard and saw all that was said and done in Redway's office?" I believe so. Whoever it was, he or she made a mistake." "By forgetting to remove the mirror?" "Exactly. And unless I am much mistaken that mirror will trap the person we want. "How?" from which he took a typewritten slip, o n which was this message: "You failed to keep your engagement las t night. I'll give you just one more chance Meet me to-night at the same place, 8 :3 0 sharp, and be ready to come to some definite understanding with me. If you fail me thi s time I will consider myself absolved from my oath." "Nick, this is the key to the whole tragedy." "I think so, too." "The note was never delivered. "Certainly not "Why?" "For want of an opportunity-that's clear." "She may have backed down after writing "If it disappears from its place high up it. there on the wall before to-morrow-and I think it will. I see, I see. You have arranged to find out who goes into that office?" "Yes. The janitor will keep me posted." "Can you trust him?" "I think so." "But how about his seeing Redway go downstairs at the time he says he did?" "I believe he saw some one go down at that time." "Who? Redway?" "That I am not ready to answer. It is one of the knotty places in the mystery." "Nick, who wrote that note to you?" "I have no doubt it was the girl who was killed." "What was her object?" "She had serious work for a detective, or she would not have sent for me. The girl wrote another note on her typewriter to-day besides the one sent to me." "To whom? "I don't know ; it ts not addressed. I'll show it to you." Nick produced the dead girl s pocketbo o k, You believe the note was intended for Gay, and that he gave her the slip to-day be fore she had a chance to get it to him?" "Right you are, lad." "Did he go away from the office suddenly without telling any one?" "Yes, except the office boy, whom he told just as he went out, leaving word for Redway th t he would not be back during the day Of course, Miss Langdon got the message in directly. "Well, what else?" "This." Nick produced Redway's watch and opene the back of the case. When he turned th inside toward Chick tne latter looked upo the portrait of a lovely little girl of six o seven years of age. "Who is she?" asked Nick, as he gaze admiringly at the beautiful face. "That we must find out." "Does she look like Redway?" "No. She has none of his features that can see. Yet I believe it will be found th the child plays a prominent part in the tra edy by some indirect method."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 21 "Why do you think so?" "Because there is a slight resemblance be ween her face and the face of the girl who as killed." "Ah! that makes the child an important haracte r in the case. What is your next ove, Nick?" "There is no next move. It musf be a se ies of moves in which I need your help and he aid of Ida." "Well, h1ap out your business." "First, I want to find the mysterious wo an. "Secondly, I want to find that little girl. ''Thirdly, I want to discover where Estelle angdon went last night-in order to disover her place of meeting with the party to hom she addressed that note. "Fourthly, I want Gay shadowed." "Well, which part of the job is mine?" "I'm going to turn Gay over to you." "All right. Gay's my meat." ''I'll look up the handsome, mysterious wo an myself." "And Ida?" '"I'll send Ida to the home of the dead girl t o get informatiort there." "Perhaps can give me an idea where I 'll find Gay?" downtown again to the neighborho0d of the tragedy. He did not go to the Borden Building this time, but to that one across the street, in which was the office out of whose window he was convinced the strange woman had seen the tragedy as it occurred in the office of Bridgely & Byke. The building was locked up for the night, but Nick had no trouble in finding the janitor, who lived in one of the upper rooms, but who at that hour was on the street discussing with his acquaintances the tragedy of the Borden Building. Oh, yes! He-the janitor-knew whose offices were exactly opposite Bridgely & Byke's-they belonged to Lawyer John Woodford. With Lawyer John Woodford's address in his pos session, obtained from the directory, Nick started uptown in search of him. He found the lawyer at home, and was pleasantly received. Nick inquired about a lady, whom he be lieved had been in Mr. Woodford s office that afternoon about five o'clock, but of whom he had lost all trace soon after. Yes, Mr. woodford admitted a "I think I can. Go down to the Borden woman had called to see him about that hour. Building, and wait till he comes there." "To-night?" "Certainly! He'll wait till some of the ex citement dies out in that vicinity. Then he'll visit that private office, or I am greatly mis t aken." Ida was brought into the case at this stage and instructed in the part she was expected play. CHAPTER VII. NICK BEGINS TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE. Having partaken of a hasty supper, and aving disguise, Nick went He was out at the time, and his office boy asked her to sit clown and wait. She did wait for a little while, when, without saying a word, she passed hastily out of the office, almost running as she went. He had come in a few minutes later when the boy related the circumstance to him. He had no means of knowing whether he had ever seen the lady or not, or of knowing who she was. She left no name; in deed, left nothing to identify her but a glove. Here the lawyer pulled a lady's kid glove from his pocket and held it up before Nick's eyes.

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22 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "She left this behind in her unceremonious departure," the lawyer said. Nick recognized it at once as the mate to the glove which was found partly on the hand of the dead girl. With some reluctance, and apparent mts givings as to the policy Lawyer Woodford permittedNick to take the glove away with him. As the detective was about to leave, Wood ford seemed to recolle something, and said : Oh, by the way, perhaps I know who can tell you more about that lady!" "Indeed?" Yes. My boy told me that she had scarce ly disappeared down the stairs-she didn't wait for the elevator-when Mr. Redway, of the firm of Bridgely & Byke, stepped off the elevator, and inquired for the lady. He seemed much disappointed when told she was gone." This was intensely interesting news to Nick. "None that I'm sure of. There young lady boarding here at the' same ti and we thought they were rather sweet each other. She left, too, a few days aft him, and I haven't heard a word of eith since." "What was the young woman's name?" "Let's see: she was a typewriter, and h name was was was Langdon -Este Langdon." Though Nick had not discovered Ga address by his trip to Brooklyn, he had tained information that was almost equa as valuable, and he went back to New Yo very much elated. He returned to his house to meet with surprise, which was almost dumfounding. As he entered, his servant said a lady waiting to see him in the library. ,He proceeded straightway to receive visitor. She sat in the gloom as Nick entered, a it was not till he had turned up the light t l "Did Redway follow her?" inquired Nick. the surprise came. "Why, no The stupid boy did not tell him she walked or ran downstairs, else he might have followed her. Do you know, I think she was trying to avoid Redway. I'd advise you to see Redway." Nick examined the directory. This time he looked for the name "Oscar Gay," but didn't find it. The name was not in the New York Directory for the current year. He then turned to the Brooklyn Directory, and found the name, with the address, on Brooklyn Heights. It didn't take him long to go over to the place, which he found was a middle-class boarding-house. The landlady him that Gay had not been a bearder with her for ten months. He went to New York somewhere, but she never learned exactly where. "Was there any reason for his lea xing ?" asked the detective. Even then it required ten or fifteen seco for him to arrive at his startling discover; The moment his eyes fell upon the face the woman before him a conviction for itself upon him that he had seen her befor Then came the more forcible convict that it was a striking resemblance and no recollection of features. Her face had almost a counterpart i younger, smaller countenance on which had recently looked. It was a twin picture to the portrait of child in the back of Redway's watch/ the face of the woman before him. Instantly Nick knew that he was in presence of Redway's mysterious visitor the afternoon. What good luck had sent her to him? "You have been waiting to see me?" Nick, inquiringly.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "If you are the detective, Nick Carter, I ve," was her reply, as she looked intently o his face. "V\1ell, I am Nick Carter, at your service." 'I have heard of your great professional n, sir, and have come to seek your help in ase that to me has recently become more n a matter of life and death. I am rich, a can pay you well for your services.'' "What is the nature of these services?" "To find m y child." "I thought so," was Nick's mental re onse. ''Boy or girl?" he asked. "A girl.'' "How ohf?" "Nearly seven years old." "Are you a widow?" "No, sir," with a flush. "My husband is ive." "Bu you don't live with him?" "I do not. We have not lived together for e years." "And he has your child hidden away?" "Yes ." "What is your name?" "Evelyn Lock." "Have you a picture of the little girl?" "No, sir. I haven't seen her since she was s than two years old.'' The tears came into her eyes, and a sob oke from her lips as she said it. "Why have yo u not searched for the child fore? "I have, but it was only within the last y or two that I have been able to locate r-abductor." "Her father, yo u mean?" "Yes, sir." "You are not a: resident of New York?" "No. I am an Englishwoman. My home Birmingham last five years I have rched the world over with no s uccess till accident, I found the child's father here in w York to-day." "He knows yo u are here?" "Yes," reluctantly. "Is a reconciliation with him impossible?" "It is-now." Nick liegan to fear that he understood the meaning of that last word, "now." "You say 'now.' Were you willing to be reconciled until recently?'' "Yes; I loved him dearly-never ceased to love him in spite of the fact that he robbed me of my child, for I know he was cruelly deceived about me, and had I been guilty of all which he had cause to believe me guilty of, I would have deserved to lose hini, and my child, too." "Why do you say that a reconciliation now is impossible?" "I cannot tell you that.'' "Is the cause on your side or his?" "On his.'' Nick concluded he would now force the situation. "You say you do not know how your little girl looks now?" "Yes, sir. Remember, I have not seen her for five years.'' "Then I'll let you see what she looks like ." As Nick spoke he took Redway's watch from his pocket, opened the back of the case, and presented to the astonished young woman the portrait of the sweet face set therein. At first she could only gaze at it in utter stupefaction. Then, realizing what it meant, she gave a great cry, pressed the portrait to her lips again and again, and ended all by-womanlike-fainting. Nick caught her just in time to save the watch from slipping from her grasp. His experience with fainting women was large and varied. The means of resuscitation were near at hand and he soon had his fair visitor back to consciousness. Her first question was :

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24 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Where did you get it?" "More, much more, than you suspe ct "The watch?" madame," replied Nick, firmly. "Yes, yes!" "Indirectly from its owner." "From-from--" "From Victor Redway. He is your husband, and the father of the missing child." The woman bent her head in silent assent. "Is Victor Redway his real name?" "Pa. t of it. The full name is Victor Red way Lock." "Oh, yes-your married name. What 1s the little girl's name." "Estelle Langdon Lock." It was one of those periods m Nick Carter's life when sudden surprise nearly struck him dumb What did it mean? This woman's little girl and the concealed child of Redway bearing the name of the girl who had so mys teriously met her death that afternoon. As soon as Nick had time to pull his wits he inquired : "After whom was the child named?" "After my aunt-my mother's only sister." "Where is she now?" "She has been dead some six years. She died broken-hearted. Her life and rriine were most wretchedly alike." "How so?" "Her husband deserted her, taking their only child, a girl, away with him." "Where did they go?" "I don't know. They disappeared, were never heard of again, and I suppose both are dead." "Why did the girl go with the father and desert the mother ?" I "She was her father's idol, and he hers. She took his side of the quarrel." "What was her name?" "In what way-explain?" "Presently.You recognize the portrait your child in that watch?" "Oh, yes! May I keep the watch?" "If you answer me truly two questions." "Ask them." Nick produced the glove which had be taken from the dead girl's hand, and held up before her. "Is this your glove?" She turned pale, but answered firmly a promptly: "It is. "And this one, too?" "Yes, s1r; that, too. Where did you: g them?" "This one," designating the first one, "w found in the office of Victor Redw this evening. "This one," elevatint5 the other glove," dropped in the law office of John Woodfo just across the street from Redway's of!i.ce. The woman had turned deadly pale, a Nick thought once she would faint again. he gave her time to rally, which she quite bravely. Then he went on: "When you dropped the last glove Woodford's ofhce you were sitting at his w dow watching a scene going on in Redwa office, just across the street. "In that scene a girl in Redway's office trying to get this other glove, the mate, her left hand." Nick paused long enough to make his cital the more dramatic. "\Vhile she was thus engaged, and w you were watching her, somebody killed shot her-murdered her in cowardly, c blood." "Same as her mother-Estelle. But what Mrs. Lock sat as if_ chiseled from s has all this to do with my child?" If she had the power of speech, she made

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 25 ttempt to use it. S o Nick conclud e d the cousin. You are probably the only living amatic situati on. "You do not know who that girl was but believe y o u do know who fired the shot ich deprived her of life "Now, I am going to tell you who the i ctim was, and then I'll ask you to tell me ho was the a s sassin. "You did not recognize the girl, I supA negative shake of the head was the only witness who saw the deed done "Ah! And yet you expect me to admit it, and tell what I am supposed to have seen?" "Yes." "And why do you think I would do so, if it was as you suppose!" "Not if it was as I suppose, but as I know. I'll tell you why I not only think but feel sure you'll conceal nothing from me." "Well?" "But you begin to suspect." "Because you'll do anything to save your "Ah, my God came the response, in a husband." hispering gasp. "To save him?" "The girl whom you saw murdered was The emphasis which she put on the word our cousin, Estelle Langdon. a s it that fired the shot?" Now, who "save" was a full confession to the astute detective. She realized it almost as soon as The answer came almost as Nick expected. For the second time Mrs. Lock lost con ciousness. She had fainted again. CHAPTER VIII. A HUSBAND'S LOVE. When Mrs. Lock had once more regained on sciousness, Nick gave her a stimulant, and et her have p lenty of time to come into full ssession of her reasoning faculties before e pressed her further about what she had een from Lawyer Woodford's window. When he did resume the subject, it was by ying: "Take time to think the situation over eri ously, Mrs. Lock, and then give me your _"I can give you your answer now," she eplied, in a voice which was weak and r embling. "All the answer I have to give?" "By telling me what you saw from Lawyer oodford's window." "I do not admit that I saw anything from a wyer Woodford's window." "But you saw something. You were there h en the shot was fired which killed your the three words were uttered. But Nick's next sentence somewhat re lieved her mind, as well as mystified her. "You think you saw him kill Estelle Lang don?" "I think I saw him. Why--" Again an accented word had made a con fession, and she once more halted in confu sion. "I am anxious to get at the bottom of a conspiracy of some kind, and I can do it by h .aving the benefit of your statement of just what happened in that room as you saw it from across the street." "Mr. Carter, you say this to trap me." "As Heaven is my judge, Mrs. Lock, I do not." "You believe my husband is innocent of that crime?" "I am sure of it, but circumstances are against him now." "They say, Mr. Carter, that you are the soul of honor." "If I have that reputation it is earned, and you may rely on it that I will not sacrifice it at your expense, Mrs. Lock."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "It seems almost inexplicable to me, but something prompts me to trust you." "I do not believe you will ever regret it, if you do." "I'il do it," with a great sigh, as if of re lief. "Yet the first statement I make must seem like sending the man I love to his death." "Y ott believe you saw your husband fire the shot that killed Estelle Langdon?" "Yes." "There was nothing to obstruct your view?" "No-nothing." "You were seen to draw back from the window and partly conceal yourself. Why did fOU do that?" "Because I supposed I had been seen by Victor, and it was what I wanted to avoid." "Ah, ha! Now, we are getting onto interesting ground. You did not go to Woodford's office, then, for the purpose of spying upon your husband?" "Surely not. I did not know Woddford's window commanded a view of Victor's office until I saw him come into the room where the girl sat." "Why did you go to Woodford's?" "To ask his advice and aid." "In what?" "In an attempt at re!,:onciliation with my husband, or to gain possessiQn of my little girl. I thought I had made some progress in my interview with Victor, and I sorely need ed advice.'' "How did it happen you went to Wood ford ?" "I met him at Newport. When he heard I was practically friendless in America, he gave me his office card and gallantly offered to assist me, if I ever needed his aid I had the card with me, and went to the address." "Redway says he saw you as far as the e levated station?" "So he did, but I left the station with o taking the train and went to hunt up Woodford." "Had you no other friend to whom y could go for advice and aid--one you k n better?" "One I knew better? Yes But not o whom I thought I could trust, especially this particular case." .Why not in this particular case?" Mrs. Lock showed a little confusion, w h she frankly replied : "Because the gentleman to whom I h become somewhat attached in a friendly w and to whom I gave my confidence, has l a t e shown a disposition too much like tha t o f lover ; indeed, he has gone to such an exte as to propose divorce and then marriage." "That is quite interesting.'' "He has even tempted me with the promi to find and restore to me my child, if I wou reward him by eloping with him to so European country." Nick was becoming intensely interested. "Of course I could not go to him for a vice or aid in the case as you understand Mr. Carter." "Of course not, Mrs. Lock What is Lhis er-gentleman's name?" Gay." It required all of the great detective's po ers of control to conceal from Mrs. Lock t intense satisfaction which the informati gave him. "How did you come to know this Gay?" "We board at the same place on W e Forty-sixth street." "What is his business?' "He's a lawyer." "Where is his office?" "That I don't know." "Of course not," muttered Nick. "Now, then, Mrs. Lock, you thought y saw your husband sho o t that girl?"

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 27 :'God help me! Yes." "Describe exactly what you sa' w "When I first went to the window, and sat own in plain view', I did not notice the of c e on the opposite side of the street. "The boy said Mr. Woodford would not e gone ten minutes, and I looked at my atch to see whether he told the truth." "Good!" exclaimed Nick. "What time was t?" "Three minutes to five o'clock.:' "Well?" "As I put my watch away, I looked across he street into the opposite window." "What did you see ?" "My husband and a girl, seemingly in some ontroversy. At that moment Victor looked c ross and saw me. "That was when I drew back into partial oncealment "Almost immediately afterwardVictor rossed the room, and left by an opposite oor. The girl sat down in a chair by a esk, and began to put on a glove. "Scarcely two minutes had passed, when, my _,, ,-r:sc I saw my husband walk back nto i.L .ce from the opposite door. "He came over toward the wmw, and seemed to ll loo ; ing a e r o ar y vindow just for a moment. "For an instant he disappeared from my iew. In a few moments he came directly in ront of the window. I saw he had a pistol his hand. "The girl was still busy with the glove. ithout warning, he took deliberate aim, and red. The girl fell back in the chair, and her ead dropped forward on her chest." "And he?" _"Why, he seemed to glance over toward y window, presenting his full face. Then e disappeared on the side of the window h ence he came when he produced the pistol. "Almost directly after, he crossed the room once more, and again disappeared through the door by which he ha,d entered. "Then I rushed out of Mr. Woodford's office. "In my dire distress and anxiety to get my child fro!ll him I came to you, having heard that you scarcely ever failed in work intrusted to your care." "Well, you did the best thing you ever did in your life, Mrs. Lock, when you came to me." "Why?" "Because you'll save your husband's hon or, if not his life, and I think will regain not only your child, but his love also." "My God! Do not taunt me!" "I speak the truth, Mrs. Lock. The man whom you saw commit the crime was not your husband." "Not my husband? Why, the clothes that long, blonde mustache-the light, long hair-surely--" "The clothes were a duplicate suit. The hair and mustache were false. The assassin was a well-arranged double of your husband, who took pains that you should see the deed done. "There was a screen setting close by the window which could easily have been pushed to shut off your view. But it wasn't." "Why are you so sure it was a double-a man who did the deed?" "First, because the proof is clear that th e crime was done with a full knowledge by the murderer that you saw it, and with due care that you should see it." "Well?" "Your husband, if capable of murder, would surely not have an object in doing it before your eyes but on the contrary. "Then you saw your husband l eave the room at about two minutes before five?" "Yes.h "I have the test i mony of the elevator-boy

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28 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. that he went right to the elevator, and de scended to the street." "Go on, please." "It would take him some time to go around to the building in which Woodfotd's offices are situated, probably five minutes." "Go on-go on!" "He did go around, however, for Mr. Woodford said his boy told him that Redway came to the door and inquired for you almost before you had been gone ten seconds. You did not leave by the elevator?" "No. I was so excited I rushed down the stairs." "And he stepped out of the elevator while you were on the stairs going down." "Good Heaven!" "So, you see, your husband can prove a perfect alibi. The deed was done while he was going from his office to Woodford's." "Has he furnished you with this proof?" "No; he has gone to tail without a word of defense. When he returned, he found the girl dead. "He then placed her body on the desk, with one arm near her head, and the other hanging by her side. Under this hand he placed his pistol." "How do you know ?" "Because you say the assassin left the body leaning back in the chair. It was found in a different position. "Because, according to your testimony, the assassin got the pistol from the desk where Redway kept it, and put it back there when he had finished his work." "Why did Victor arrange the position of the body that way, and place the pistol under the hand?" "To suggest suicide, and to shield the as sassin. When the suicide theory would not hold, he was willing to be thought guilty rather than say a word to throw suspicion on the person he firmly believes killed Estelle Langdon." "What ?" "You. He believes you shot her fr-om yo ur position across the street and fled. Th-e posi tion of the body, and wound, certainly gave that impression; for who could believ that the assassin would take a position i front of a public window to fire the shot?" "And he did this-for me?" "Can a man prove his love more com pletely?" Mrs. Lock let her face fall into her hands, while the hot tears trickled from between her fingers, and she sobbed: "Oh, Victor, Victor!" Nick let her alone in her weeping. When she finally dried her eyes and looke up, he asked : "Have you-do you own a pistol, Mrs Lock?" Yes." "And had it with you this afternoon?" "Yes. How did you know?" "Shrewdly guessed it. Redway knew yo had it?" "He did ?" Mrs. Lock's face flushed, and Nick did no ask her to tell him how Redway--knew it. He took Redway's pistol from his pocke and showed it to her. "Is your pistol like this?" "It is a duplicate. Victor bought the tw at the same time. Mine has his initials on i and his has mine." "Then he thought there would be no da ger of the bullet and his pistol not corr sponding," smiled Nick. "Who could the disguised assassin ha been?" "Can't you guess?" "I guess? Why, who do I know-sure not--" "Yes. Oscar Gay." "Merciful Heaven! \iVhat was his o ject ?" "First, to get rid of a wife."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 29 "A wife?" "He and your cousin, I think we'll find, ere privately married. By fixing the crime n Redway, he would remove your husband. n that way he e xpected to free himself and ou, and make his m arriage with y o u e asy." "But I never would have married him." "Don' t be too sure." "I didn t l o ve him." "But you l o ved your child? "Yes, yes! "I am willing to risk my professional rep utation on the guess that he has the little girl's whereabouts in his possession, and would have used her to get your consent to 'become his wife Mrs. Lock shuddered Just then a knock came to the door. The servant announced that Miss Ida had returned and wished to report. "Admit her," was Nick's command. CHAPTER IX. CHICK S UPPLIES THE FINAL PROOF. Ida was introduced to Mrs. Lock, and then she proceeded to make her report. She had visited the dead girl's boarding lace in Harlem, where she learned that Es -11" was in the habit of spending the night !s-.:>.rhere, occasionally at the house of an t't:nt somewhere in the suburbs, it was un erstodd. She had gone away the night previous to reni.ain with this aunt, but returned unexpect edly quite late. She told her room-mate that her aunt was not at home. For the first time Miss Langdon had a pistol in her possession with her initials, "E. L.," engraved on the handle. Her room-mate said Estelle explained that she bought the pistol to shoot c ats which an noyed them at ni g hts, from the back yards. To prov e her sincerity, she had g o tten up n the night, and fired a shot at a serenading eline. Ida's report was not what Nick hoped it might be, but just as she went out Chick came in, and he brought news that made Nick's eyes glisten. "I've run down my man, said Chick, in a tone of satisfaction, after being introduced to Mrs. Lock and told by Nick to go ahead. "Let us hear about it," urged Nick, eagerly "Just as you thought he would, Gay returned to the Borden Building about eight o'clock. "He went up to his office, alfd came down in disguise. "Had it been in day-time, I should never have thought the old chap was Gay." "The old chap?" "He was disguised as an old man. Nick instantly recalled the circumstance of the old man who had inquired of the eleva tor-boy for the offices of Bridgely & Byke The detective had no doubt now that Gay had returned to th; building in that disguise, and got into Byke's private office, where he had been hidden all day hearing and seeing that which went on in Redway's office. "I followed him to a room on the Bowery. He was in that room about twenty minutes. vVhen he came out, he was again in disguise, but the nature of the masquerade this time made my task of identification easy." "What was it this time?" "An almost perfect counterpart of Victor Redway as you described him to me. "He had a cab waiting at the sidewalk. I suspected that the cab was there for his use, and I had one ready to follow. He lost no time in over to Brooklyn. I didn't lose him en route. "He drove to a house on Atlantic avenue, and went in. When he cante out, he had a little girl with him whom he handed into the cab got in afte r her, and was driven away. A little girl!" gasped Mrs. Lock with a hand pressed to her heart.

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30 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "The original of the picture in Redway's watch," said Chick. "Oh, Heavens! My Estelle!" "Do not get excited, Mrs. Lock," cautioned Nick. little girl will not be harn:ed, and will be safely in your arms in good time." "But, sir, she is in his hands-in the hands of a murderer." "He will not harm a hair of her head. She is too important for the successful carrying out of his plans." "We)l, disguised as Victor Redway, he had no trouble in getting the little girl away from the people in whose charge her father had placed her. "He had, evidently dogged Redway's steps and thus found otlt the girl's hiding-place after you confided your story to him." "What does he intend to do with her?" "Hide her away till Redway shall be out of his path. Then make her the price of your marriage to him." "I have the hiding-pla.ce Chick. "Where is it?" 4 located," said "On Ninth avenue, with Granny Grimes." "Well, he has a seasoned old for a jailer, that's certain." "Oh, what shall I do?" moaned Mrs. Lock. "Do? Why, you must not return to your boarding-house. Your change of feelingto ward Gay might arouse his suspicions." "Then where shall I go?" "Suppose you stay here as the guest of Mrs. Carter till to-morrow morning?" Mrs. Lock consented to Nick's ar,range ments, and while 1\llrs. Carter and Ida were making her as comfortable as possible Nick and Chick went out on a little private business. At exactly midnight the Tombs received another prisoner. Oscar looking like a walking corpse, was led into the gloomy prison, and securely locked into a cell in murderer's row. Next morning he was found dead on h i cot. No one will ever know where he had con cealed the poison which ended his misera bl life; for Nick and Chick had searched him carefully before they locked him up. When Redway was released, he made a ful explanation. Nick's deductions had been almost entire! correct. When Redway found the dead girl col lapsed in her chair on his return from th unsuccessful attempt t<;:> see his wife in Wood ford's office, he became convinced that Eve lyn had fired the deadly shot. The position of the body, and the nature o the wound, confirmed him in his belief. He examined his pistol, which he found i the drawer where he had placed it that morn ing when Miss Langdon returned it to him She gave it to him with chamber empty and he ltad found it with one chamber empty So he naturally concluded it had not been dis charged since the night before. He did not know that in his absence tha forenoon Miss Langdon must have p ut cartridge in the empty cyliJ1der. "When Redway "planted" the pistol beneat the dead girl's hand he supposed the emp chamber was the same from which she ha discharged the shot at the cat. Jt turned out that Gay secured Miss Lang don her position with Bridgely & Byke ; als that Redway at once recognized her as hi wife's cousin, but to keep his own identity secret; did not let her know of i1is relation ship to her, after having tested her with suppositional story of a client, which wa really his wife's story. Miss Langdon had recognized her cousi when the latter left Redway's office that after noon. For some reason she associated Mr Lock's visit with Gay, because she had hear her give Redway her address, which sh knew was Gay's boarding-place. She was in

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 31 nely jealous of Gay, and suspected him of r eachery. In that loud interview with Redway, after h e returned from seeing Mrs. Lock to the elevated station, Estelle admitted that she had borrowed his pistol-which had formerly been a present from Redway to his wife, "E. L."-to kill Gay the night before, and then herself, if he refused to absolve from her oath, not to betray their relatiouship by word or act till he gave his consent. He had failed to meet her, however, at their secret and had avoided her next day. Nick believes she had sent for to have footsteps dogged. Gay, in his concealment: heard her threats against his life, and also overheard ail that passed between Redway and Evelyn. He foresaw final reconciliation between the couple, and knew that he could only wm by s udden and desperate steps. Fortune seemed to favor him. When he saw Mrs. Lock in the window opposite, and eard Redway leave the office, his impulse carried him away. In a flash he had as sumed Redway's disguise, slipped out into the hall, and entered through the large office to Redway's room, where he coolly killed his vietim before the eyes of the woman he was illing to sell his soul to possess. Thence he walked downstairs, and went to is room on the Bowery, taking many chances f meeting the real Redway on the way. In his Bowery den, he changed once more Ito his everyday stylish clothes, and returned to the building to confront Redway. I His original design in duplicating Redray's clothes, and getting the false wig and mustache which made him so true a double, must have been to get possession of little Es tell e in the manner which he so suddenly put into practice. Victor Redway Lock and Evelyn Lock were restored to each other's love and confi dence. Their lives were so thoroughly reunited i:hat no more false reports of malicious ene mies can ever part them again. Chick found little Estelle unharmed in Granny Grimes's miserable lodgings, and placed the child in the of the mother she had almost forgotten. The happy little family are living peace fully and quietly on their lovely English estate. They never tire of talking about Nick Car ter's wonderful professional skill in saving them from the almost successful plots of Oscar Gay. THE END. The next number of the NICK CARTER WEEKLY will contain ''The Best Detective in the Country; or, A Prompt Reply to a Telegram." LATEST .ISSUES. 187-The Best Detective In the CoU'ntry: or, A Promvt Reply to a Telegram. 18&--Nick Carter Rescues a Daughter; or, The Junior Partner's Strange Behavior. ts;;-Nick Carter Saves a Reputation; or, A Button Worth a 184--Shielding a Murderer; or, Nick Carter's Dealings with an Avenger. Jfg: or, Three Cheers Blood-Stained Check: or, Nick Carter in the Diss=ting-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. 119-Nick Carter's Beautiful Decoy; or The Diamond Duke of 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. the Counter: or, A Peck of 175-Nick Carter's Pointer: or, A Hungry Dog's Dinner. 174--By Whose Hand; or, Nick Carter Advertises for a Gab-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. 170-Caught by Electricity; or, Nick Carter Bags an Old Offender. Nick Ca.r.ter; or, An Attempt at 168-N:ick Carter's Second Sight; or, A Dumfounded Prisoner. 167-Nick Carter Makes a Loan That Brings Him Big Returns. 16&--Nick Carter Prevents a Disturbance and Loses a Disguise. 165-Nick Carter In a Hole: or, A Plan to Catch Him That Didn't Work. Back numbers always on hand. It you cannot get our publications from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to yon by mail, postpaid.

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