A queen of vengeance; or, Nick Carter's beautiful nemesis

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No. 424. Price, Five Centso There was a flash of sudden light, a sullen roar, the clatter of broken glass, and at the same instant Nick Carter was thrown into the midst of the debris. J

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A n no nceme n t Readers of this weekly will find that the stories bave been In crease d more than one-third U o v e r thei r former length. Tbls Increase 11!1 m ad e In respons e to a demand that tbe weekly be Issued more frequen tly than once a week. To do that Is Impossib le, but we have In c reased t h e length to sbow our a p preclatlon of tbe favor with w hic h t hese s t ories have been received. You w ill find that there Is no drop In the quality with the Increase. FroiD this one tbese ftorles will be tbe longest as well as tbe best of their kind published. rsnud By S IIIJsC1"ijtion IIIJo fJW year. ENiert!d as St!cond Class Matter at tlil N. Y. PrJst 0.1/ict!,lly STREET & BIIIITB, #,]8 William St., N. Y. Entered according' tfJ Act 1Jf Co"'fr&rS in tire year rQQS1 in tilt! Oiu fJ/ tire Lilwarian of Congrt'ss, Wasking1fJn, D. C No. 424. NEW YORK, February 11, 1905. Price Five Cents. A QUJ:t:N Of Vt:NGJ:ANCJ:: OR, Nick Carter's Beautiful Nemesis. Edited &y CHICKERING CARTER. CHAPTER I. A BJI!AUTIFUL WOMf-N's TBlii.EAT. It was half-pa&t ten o'clock in the evening when Nick Carter's doorbell rang, and because, half an hour earlier the detective had told his man, Peter, that he could retire for the night, he went to the door himself. There was a snowsto r m howling outside, for the month was December and the man, who shook the snow from his shoulders and stamped it from his feet before enter ing the house, gl a nce d with keen-eyed scrutiny, from beneath his bushy brows upon the detective, and then, in a voice of hearty good will, exclaimed : "Hello, Nick, old man l How are you?" He was Conners, of the government secret service. "Glad to see you," replied Nick, heartily. "Come in. Come right up to my den. We can talk better there, and I presume you have got something to say." 1Well, yes; rather." The two men were soon seated in the detective's study, and then Conners, who was noted for his l aconicisms, remarked: "The chief sent me." "Who, Wilkie .?" asked the detective. Yes." "What is it all about?" "About those conspirators; the same we had to do with in Washi n gton." "What about them? Haven't they been sent home?" "They have been sent-but they didn't go. That is to say, all of them did not." "Who did, and who did not?" "Well, one of them did not because he could not. Marakoff It turned out that he was a naturalized citi zen, therefore, amenable to our laws. He'll stay

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2 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. h'ere and live on the bounty of the government for the next ten years." "But the others-" "'Let me tell you the thing in as few words as possible, just as it is." "That's exactly what I wish you would do." "Y au know how quiet we kept that whole matter of the conspiracy, and referred it all to the secretary of state?" "Sure." "The secretary decided that inasmuch as no real harm had been accomplished by the conspirators because we headed them off so that the best and easiest way to dispose of them, in order to avoid the possibility of an international question arising, was to send them all home. They were told that they would be released oti that they would depart from the country immediately and they agreed." "I should think they would." "All the same, there was one among them who had no idea of obeying." ''Who was that?" "Madame Turvanieff." "I might have guessed it." "Sure thing; and she's got it in for you, Nick." "How so?" "She swore-to me, mind you-that she would get even with you 'if it took her the rest of her natural life." "She's rather a remarkable woman, that same Tur vanieff." "You bet your life she is; and an extremely dangerous woman, too." "I've no doubt of it." "The point of the whole thing is this, Nick: I suppose you remember that you flung her husband against the wail, there in the gambling house,. and that you did it with no gentle ?n "Oh, yes. I remember it perfectly; and also that Madame Turvanieff tried to stab me after I did it.;, "Exactly. Well, he was rather badly hurt; all smashed up, in fact, so that for a considerable time they did not think he would live." "But he's. alive, is he not? "Yes ; and on the road to recovery ; but he'll be a cripple for life." "Indeed! I am sorry for that." "Nick, we have discovered that Madame Tutvanieff sent her maid aboard the ship with the othen who were ordered home, and that the maid impersonated herthat is, sh: represented herself to be Madame 'J.'prv.anieff, while, in reality, the madame remained here, and is at this moment somewhere in the city of New York." "But why did she remain behind?" "To carry out her oath of vengeance against you." "Bosh I" "It's as true as gospel." "And is that what the chief sent you to me about?'! "Just that." "Was it his idea or yours?" ''I suppose I suggested it; but when he heard my story, he acquiesced." "Then you think her threats are worthy of notice ?" "1 certainly do?" "Why?" "Because of what she said to me at the time she made the threat." "And what was that?.', "She believed, at the time she made the threat-, that she would be forced to return to Russia, and she was, there fore, a little mQre plain spoken than she would otherwise have been." "No doubt." "And she worked herself into one of her passions the same sort of condition which controlled her when she tried to knife you." "I remember." "She said, among other things: 'Tell Nick Carter that I understand perfectly that I oweall this to him. He has spoiled my plans. He has made my husband a cripple for life. He has taken away Turvanieff's chance of promo tion. Be has destroyed my own chance of advancement. He has, in a few hours, destroyed the edifice which we have consumed years in building up. He has laid waste my entire life and effort. Tell him that I will return. Tell him that I will make him suffer tenfold what he has brought upon me and mine. He can send me out of the United States now, but he cannot keep me but. He may send me to Russia now, but he cannot tain me there.' Conners paused a moment, and Nick shrugged his shoulders, but made no remark. Presently the secret service agent continued : 'Tell him that I will return,' she 'and that I .will wreak such a upon hiJn as in his wildest dreams he has never imagined, I wfl'r show him what a woman can do, and for every pang has made me suffer, I will visit a thousand upon him.' "Humph I" said the detective. "Well, that's about the siz:e of it, Nick. There was lots more like it, but that about covers the ground, except--" "Except what r. \ "That she said enough to make me believe that she does not intend to attack you directly -at least not at once. "What then ?"

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NEW NICK CARTER \\_'EEKL Y. 3 "She means to make you suffer through others." "I don't quite understand that, Conners." "In a word, then, she knows about the Countess de Tierney and Zanoni." ''What about them?" "She knows that they are friends of yours. She knows that they are, in a measure, under your protection; and she knows that the Countess Yvonne de Tierney is badly wanted in Russia." "Well?' "Isn't that enough?" "Do you mean that she will attack them?" "I mean that such is my belief, and that it was well that you should be warned, inasmuch as we know that the Turvaniefi did not leave the country." "And you have no idea where she is, I suppose?" "Not the slightest." "What did Wilkie think about itt' "Just as I do, after I had finished telling him about it. "But he did not send you here solely for the purpose of warning me. That is not like him at all." "No; he wants you to capture her." "Ah I That's different." "He knows something of the woman's record, and he knows that she is dangerous in more ways than one." "What ways, for example?" "She began her career by becoming a spy for the Third Section of the Russian police. In that capacity she worked her way into one of the most impossible of all the nihilists' societies-one to which many members of the Russian nobility belonged. She was taken in, and after she had learned all their secrets and had secured a com plete list of the members of that particular lodge, or whatever it is called, she calmly betrayed the whole lot." "'I see; and they were sent to Siberia; is that it?" "That, and worse. You know what becomes of beau tiful women in Russia, when once they fall under the ban of suspicion for nihilistic tendencies." "Yes, indeed." a beautiful woman in Russia has incurred the enmity of Madame Turvariieff, she has denounced that woman as a nihilist, and she has found a way to prove her charges, too ; it was usually by secreting incriminat ing papers among the effects of her intended victim." "A worse crime than murder." "She has desolated homes without number in that way. She is as smart as they make them, as sly as a ferret, as keen as a razor, as wily as a serpent, as self-reliant as a man, as conscienceless as Cagliostro, as cructl as a wolf, and as unerring in pursuit of a victim as a bullet from a rifle." "You give her quite a character." "I am giving you what the chief told me to say." "He told you all this, eh ?" "Yes; and more. She was at the head of that c on spiracy to abduct the prince--not Marakoff, as we supposed." "I suspected that all along." "She remained here to even with you." "You have already told me that." "And so the chief sent me here to engage your services to capture her, if you will undertake it." "Of course I will." "And I am detailed to remain here with you and to serve under your orders." "Good I By Jove, I'm glad of that, Conners. Tell me when you first heard that Madame Turvanieff did not leave the country as she was commanded to do?" "Yesterday morning." "How did you find out about it?" "By a letter that was sent to Marakoff by her. I in tercepted it myself. We had been looking for something of the kind, and I managed to nail it." "Good! What was it about?" "Here it is; you may read it for ypurself." "Good again." Conners passed the letter to Nick, who read as follows : "Mv DEAR CoLONEL: The bearer of this letter was in your employ at the house in K Street, and I believe I can trust him. At all events, I mean to risk it, because even if this note should fall into the hands of the authorities, it will tell them little more than that I am still in the United States, and tha,t I mean to remain here, in spite of them all, until I have accomplished the purpose of my stay; and if they should intercept it and read it, I take this opportunity to tell all of them that I despise and defy them. They cannot find me ; and even if they do find me, they .cannot capture me. "I send you this in order that you may know that I outwitted them; that I sent my maid home in my place; that I remained here, and that my sole purpose in doing so is to get even with that detective, Nick Carter, and that fellow, O:mners, who as5isted him." "Hello, Conners," said Nick, aloud, "you are in this thing, too." "Yes, a little; but go on with the letter." The letter continued : "Incidentally, I do not wish you to despair, for wher ever they put you, I will sooner or later find a means of effecting your escape. I do not now know how nor when, but there will be a way, I will find it after I have accomplished three tasks for which I have set my self. You will say that they are not easy of accomplishment, but when did I fail in anything I undertook until this fiasco of the abduction of the prince? "And the three tasks are these: I shall do what Prince Petrovanoff failed to do, for I shall get the woman,

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4 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. the Countess de Tierney, out of the and I will send her to the mines of Saghalien Isl;cid before I am done with her; and that other woman, now on her way home from Japan-the one called Zanoni, I mean-she shall go there, too, or your friend, Madame Turvanieff, has forgotten her cunning. ''These, then, are two of the tasks ; the third--Ah That contemplates nothing more nor less than my venge ance upon Nick Carter. "Just what form that will take, I will not say here, lest this letter should fall into the hands of those who are our enemies ; but when I am through with him, he will be six feet under the ground-or, if not that, he will at least be dead. "Perhaps I have expressed myself too freely, but I don't I mean all that I have said here, and also all that I have promised you; so do not lose heart in your imprisonment. There is an end to all things, and there will be a more or less speedy end to that. ty our friend, "PAULA TURVANIEFF." Just below the signature there was a postscript which read: "Do not suppose that I shall work alone. Since I ar rived in this country, I have made many friends, among them one who hates Nick Carter as thoroughly as I do. He has engaged to find others like him, and I have no doubt that I shall be queen of an organization which will accotpplish more than the whole Third Section, under Petrovanoff, could ever have done." The detective raised his eyes to Conners. "The gist of the whole letter seems to be in the post script," he said. "Exactly." "It was that postscript which influenced the chief to send you here after me, more than all you said to "Perhaps so." "Well, Conners, under the circumstances, I shouldn't wonder if she might give us some little trouble." "I am glad you see it that way, for l am sure of it." "She is not the first one who has organized a venge ance committee against me, Conners.'' "I suppose not." "And doubtless she will not be the last; but I think I can prophesy that she will go the way that others have gone before her." "Nick," said Conners, "do you know who Madame Turvanieff really is?" "Nothing more than you have already told me." "She is Prince Petrovanoff's sister. She knows that you sent her brother to Japan as a prisoner of war, and she has that against you, also ; and she is twice as smart and ten times as merciless and cruel as he ever was." ''She is also a very beautiful woman. Conners." "Maybe I don't know that. Sure, I'm J rish, and an Irishman always has an eye for beauty wherever he sees it." What Nick Carter might have said in reply to that remark is not recorded, for at that moment the doorbell rang a second time, and the detective rose from his chair to answer iL As he was on the point of leaving the room, Conners put out a hand and detained him. "It is eleven o'clock at night," he said, tentatively. "Well, l know that," replied Nick. "Are you expecting anybody?" "No; no more than I was when you came." "I've got a hunch, Nick." "What about?" "About that ring at the door. I shouldn't wonder if I was followed here." "Suppose you were; what of it?" "Maybe they're calling you to the door to shoot you, that's all." "Who? The madame?" "Sure." "Hardly that." "Let me go down in your place. Let rpe answer the ring." "Not in a thousand years, Conners." "Well, when you open the door, step back out of the way, for I feel it in my bones that there is danger down there." "I am always on my guard, Conners. I was when I opened the door to you. So many crooks, murderers and thieves have sworn away my life, sooner or later, that I keep my weather eye open." "All right. Go ahead. I'll wait here." "Do so." Nick descended the stairs, and while he did so, the bell/ rang a second loud, impatient peal, as if the per son outside were in a huny to enter. The outside door-the one which opened into the vestibule, had not yet been closed for the night, and as there was a brilliant light out there while the one inside the hall was quite dim, Nick, as he approached the door, could see the outlines of a figure standing there, evidently waiting to admitted. He stepped quickly and silently to the door, and then, without opening it, stood to one side while he listened and waited for the bell to be rung a third time. The ground glass in the hall door did not permit him to see more than that there was a person waiting outside ; he could not discern whether it was a man or a woman ; and whoever it was, that person stood quite still, with scarcely a perceptible motion. r After an interval, which might have occupied two or three minutes, the bell rang a third time, and then Nick

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. S. smiled broadly, for the figure in the vestibule had not moved. The button which communicated with the bell was, of course, outside the house, so that the individual in the vestibule could not have pressed it this time, and the de tective, therefore, knew that there were at least two per sons on his doorstep; one inside the vestibule, and another, perhaps two or three more, outside, waiting fbr the door to be opened. "All right," he said to rn open, anyho\:V, and see what comes of it." He stepped forward then, seized the doorknob, and with a quick motion turned it and threw the door ajar; but, as he did so, he stepped back again suddenly into the corner, out of the way of possible oanger. It was well that he did so, for upon the instant that the door swung open, there was a flash ot sudderi light which filled the hall from end to end. It was iollowed by a sullen roar, and the clatter of broken glass. At the same instant Nick Carter was thrown into the midst of the debris, full upon his face. The Russians had resorted to their favorite expedient -the bomb. CHAPTER II. A MESSAGE OF FOUR WORDS. The instant when the explosion sounded through the house, Conners leaped to his feet and bounded through the open doorway into the hall. The hallway was filled with dust and the suffocating odor of the explosiye, but Conners did not A second leap took him to the stairway and a third carried him all the way down to the ground floor, where he alighted just as Nick Carter was in the act of rising to his feet. "All right, Nick ?" asked Conners. "Never tpuched me," replied Nick. ''It was the con cussion which knocked me over." But Conners did not hear the last part of the detective's reply, for he was already out of the house in pursuit of the person, who had thrown the bomb. He might, however, have saved himself the trouble, 1or all that he could discover was a hack, drawn by horses on a dead run, just as it was in the act of rounding the adjacent corner. Conners realized instantly that there was no use in pursuing it. The vehicle had too great a start, and it was already so far distant that there was no hope that it would be in sight when he cotlld reach the corner, had he decided to pursue it. He returned to the house at once, and found Nick still standing in the hallway where he had got upon his feet after the explosion. "Catch 'em?" asked the detective. "Can't say I did," grinned Conners. "Say,. Nick, are you hurt anywhere?" "Never touched me, I tell you." "May I laugh?'' "Sure. Go ahead1 if it will relieve you." "It will, mightily. You're a picture. I've been told before now that I have the map of Ireland on tny own but, sure, you've got the map of Hades on yours at this minute. I wish you'd sit for your photograph. I'd like to preserve a memento of this occasion. What did you do? Dodge it?" \ "I suppose so." "Why didn't you catch it, same as you did the one in Washington ?" "Look at the tiling on that floor," said Nick, without replying to the question. "I expected a gun; I did not look for a bomb." "That is the favorite weapon for a Russian." "Oh, I know that, all right enough; but, all the same, I was not looking for it then." "You're not hurt at a!{?" "Not a scratch. Just jarred a little, that's all." "Well, wouldn't that jar almost anybody?'' "I think it might." "Will you believe now that Madame Turvanieff is dan gerous?" "I have always believed her dangerous. ConnE:rs, but she is even more so than I anticipated. Come upstairs while I fix myself, and I'll taj< while I'm busy, for I am going out,l' "Where?" "To Street." "What for?" "That is where the Countess de Tierney lives." "Do you suppose thy have gone there?" "I think they went there before they came "Why so?" "Do you remember the letter ?'1 t'Sure." "Well, that letter put me last on the list, if you will re member." "Yes." "And it placed Yvonne de Tierney first." "Sure." "And Zanoni second; but Zanoni is not here. She has not returned from Japan yet, although I expect her here the day after to-morrow. But the point is, that the letter placed me last and Yvonne first." "Well, what do you 'make of that?"

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" 6 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Simply that our friends who the bomb went there, to her house, before they came here." "D'J you really think so ?" "I am almost sure of it. Anyhow, I am going there at once." "I will go with you." "No; I want you to remain here where you are." "What can I do here?" "Just wait for me to return, that's all. I shouldn't wonder, Conners, if they would be nosing around here again before the night is over, just to see what damage they did, and to find out if they had killed me." "All right. I'll stay. But I suppose I can keep watch in my own way, eh ?" "Sure. Just as you please." "Then, if it is all the same to you, I'll keep watch from che outside. I'd like to catch one of that outfit sneak ing around this neighborhood to find out what damage has been done. It would do me a pile of good." "I sincerely hope you may do so." Nick Carter was soon prepared for the street, and he adopted a disguise which would readily have passed him anywhere as a night beggar of the streets of New York -one of those individuals who infest the metropolitan thoroughfares at night, who ask for a dime with which to purchase a drink, but who would not hesitate to rap you on the head with a piece of cable, or a length of lead pipe, and help themselves, if the opportunity should offer. "You don't expect to be admitted to the house where Madame de Tierney lives, in that rig, do you?" asked Conners. "No; and it is not neces\flry that I should be." "How are you going to find otit, then, if aiJything has happened to her?" "Quite easily. I shall send Patsy ahead of me to find out." Patsy-Nick's youngest assistant-had, in the mean time, descended the stairs from his own room to find out what the explosion meant, but he had made no remark, and had asked no questions. His long training under the detective had taught him that Nick Carter would explain when the proper time came. Now, however, he stepped forward. "Shall I go at once?" he asked. "Yes; and meet me in the corner saloon, where we have met before." He was out of the house and gone in a jiffy, and five r:dnutes later Nick also departed. They had no sooner gone .than Conners helped himself to some of the detective's paraphernalia, and having, as he believed, tho.roughly disguised himself, he also left the hot:se, walked up the street to the adjacent corner, and then returned and took his station where he could keep an eye on the detective's residence without himself being seen. Nick Carter went directly to the .saloon, where he had agreed to meet Paq;y, and presently, after a wait of, perhaps, a quarter of an hour, the young assistant arc rived. "Madame de Tierney is not there," he said, as soon as 'he entered. "Where is she ?" "They do not know. She went ot..tt early in the day, and has not returned." "Who did you see?" "Mrs. Grosvenor herself." "Tell me what she said." "Just what I have already told you, except that about five o'clock this afternoon she received a note from the countess in which she said she would not be home to dinner, and might not come home to.:night at all." "I would like to see that note." "I thought you would, and I asked Mrs. Grosvenor for it." The note stated exactly what Patsy had said, and if it was not in the handwriting of Yvonne, the imitation was so perfect that it defied detection. "It is her handwriting," said Nick, examining it in tently. Then suddenly he uttered an exclamation and stepped closer to the light. "Come here, Patsy, and I'll show you something," he said, presently. "Look there." He pointed with his finger to marks upon the paper which might have been made with any blunt instrument, but which in this case had been produced by the pressure of a finger ring. They were scrawled across the paper, over the writing. but a glance told the detective that they had not been placed there for nothing, and that it was evident they had been intended to convey some sort of message. He tried the light upon them from every sort of direc-tion, but without being able to read what had been writ ten 'there after the body of the note was inscribed-or was it before? At last he held the paper up to the light, so that the glare shone through it, and then, after a moment, it was all plain. There were four words written on that sheet of paper by the mere pressure of a ring upon it ; and those four words, written one under another, were: "Prisoner." "Turvanieff." "Blavatski's." "Midnight." It required considerable time to decipher them, but the detective succeeded in accomplishing it at last, and he placed the paper carefully in his pocket.

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 1 "Come, Patsy," he said, then, "we will talk while we walk. I want to find a telephone booth, and the nearest one is over on Broadway. You will have to go in and do the talking for me, for in this rig I would not be lowed inside the hotel." "What am I to do?" "Call up police headquarters ; tell them the information is for me; ask if there is a saloon anywhere in New York kept by a man named Blavatski, and then hurry back to me as quickly as possible, for it is almost midnight now. You see, Patsy, she was ordered to write that note, and she obeyed, but managed, somehow, to tak_ e her ring from her hand and, with it, to trace on the paper those four words, before she wrote the message. It was then inspected, folded and sent, with never a suspicion on the part of. her captors that there were two messages there. Those four words mean that she has been captured by Madame Turvanieff, and that something is going to pen at a place called Blavatski's at midnight. Probably Yvonne heard them make arrangements to meet there, and has told me about it as well as she could; under the circumstances. Here we are. Hurry, now, for if there is such a place, I must lose no time in getting there." CHAPTER Ill. 1 A NEST OF ANARCHY. ''Well?" said the detective, impatiently, as soon as Patsy issued from the door o the hotel. "There is such a place. I talked with the inspector himself. He is still at the office." "Where is it-the ''In Goerck Street, not far from Grand. It is kept by a Pole, he says, and is as to4gh a plaee as there is in New York." ''Is it an place?,. "Yes; side qoqr; Raines law hotel." "All You skip I'm going on this trjp alone." Nick turned withqut apother word and hai1ed .a cab, which was passing. When It dtew up beside him and the driver looked at him askance, he said: ''I look 't>roke, but I'm not, If you will drive me to the corner of Grand :;tnd, Goerck Streets in thirty IJlinutes; I'll give you double fare." "I can do that, all right, but let's see the color ot your money, mister.'' Nick produced a bill. "If you do it in minutes, you can have that," he said. "Jump in, boss. I reckon you're all right." The detective. comp1ied, and in a moment he was fng through the street at a rate of speed which would ha,ve been objected to at any other hour of the twenty four; and exactly minutes from the time of starting, the cab drew up at the indicated corner. "Here's ydur said Nick, as he sprang out on the curb; and then he laughed aloud, for the driver was staring at him in open-mouthed amazement. "Don't you know me?" asked Nick. "Well, I wouldn't have known you, that's sure, only for your voice. That is the same. Say, you grow whiskers and hair quicker than anybody I ever saw." "It's a way I've got," replied Nick. The fact was, that while lre was inside the cab; realizing that he was probably going into a nest of Russians, or Poles, who, in all probability were nihilists and chists, he had adopted a wig and beard, which were rie'd in his pockets for emergencies, and had so fqrmed himself in that short time, that he thoroughly looked the part he intended to represent. ''Shall I wait for you?" asked cabby. "Yes; if you have nothing better to do; but not here." "Where, then ?" "Around the corner of the next street. If I want you to drive toward me, I will utter a low whistle-so;'' and he whistled in a low tone the note he had selected for the signal. "If you hear that whistle, drive toward it without rle-lay," he added. "I may be an hour, or two, or three, or four; but if you wait for me, I'll return-and I may want you badly." "All, right, boss, I'm on.'' It lacked about minutes of midnight when the de tective entered the saloon, which he discovered to be a place unique among its class. There was a short bar at the far end of the place, and the remainder of the long, narrow room was filled with tables and chairs, which of themselves were now com fortably filled with customers. There were probably fifty or sixty persons of both sexes gathered there; and at a glance the detective saw that they were one and all foreigners. -"A perfect nest of anarchy," he muttered, as he threaded his way among the tables toward the bar, feign ing not to see the curious glances that were bestowed upon him as he went. "They know that I'm a stranger, all right," he thought, as he stepped up to the bar and called for beer. It was thrown at him rather than served to him, and then, while he was pretending to sip at it, the bartender, idle for the moment, remarked : "Stranger here, aretf't you?" He asked the
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8 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. that heathenish lingo," he growled. "What was it y.ou asked me?" "I asked you were not a stranger here?" 1Yes; here, and everywhere else, for that matter." "Have you no home?" ".1 had one once, and a wife and children. Bah Don't talk to me." "Where are you from now?" "Now! From anywhere, and nowhere. I do not know. I have been dead seven years, and have just returned to life." "You mean that you have been to Siberia ?1 "Yes. In the mines. Seven years. Is that not enough?" "I :;hould say so. And you escaped?" "I am here. That is enough." "How did you find this place?" "Look here, my man, why all these questions? I am here. It is sufficient." "I ask them because I wish to know my customers." Are you Bla:vatski ?" "Yes." "I am Rogenvenski." "Who sent you here?" "Nobody. I found the place." "How?" "By walking past it and reading the sign." "Do you know anybody who comes here ?'1 "I lmow nobody. I tell you I have been dead for seven years. Is it not enough?" ''How long have you been in this country?" "Since morning." "And how did you get hereP" "On a sailing '\Tessel, where I worked as a sailor. I floated out to sea on a raft, from Saghalien. I was picked up. The vessel was bound for this port. I came with it. That is all. Is it not enough?" "Perhaps." "If you do not like the company of a countryman, I will go. I have money to spend, but I can dispose of it elsewhere." "Stay, stay! Don't be so hasty." "But you give me no welcome." "We have to be very careful here." "Why?" "There are reasons. Are you a nihilist?' "I am nothing, I tell you." "And you love the czar?" "Ah, yes. So well that I would like to hug him in these arms--so! Let me show you." Nick stepped upon the rail in front of the bar, and, reaching out, seized the proprietor in his arms the man was aware of his intention. Then he lifted him frbm his feet, and drew him across the bar to the floor beside him, all the time adding steadily to the pressure of his p.rms, until Blavatski was well-nigh crushed. He tried to call out, but the sound which came from him was merely an inarticulate gurgle, until Nick re leased him. Then he fell to the floor, and called lustily for help. In the meantime others in the room had witnessed the scene at the bar, and now many of them leaped to their feet and rushed forward, but only to find that the detective was as,sisting his victim to his feet1 and apologizing and laughing as he did so. And strange to say, the proprietor was appeased-perhaps because Nick had stated that he had money to spend. At all events, he motioned his countrymen back again toward their seats. "It was only in play," he explained. "Yes," said Nick. "Blavatski asked me how well I love the czar, and I showed him how I would like to hug him if I had the chance." "B-r-r-r !'t said Blavatski, with an expressive shrug of his shoulders. "Cor,rie, you who are upon your feet," said Nick. "I have been dead seven years. I am only just alive to-day. I have money. I will ask you to drink to all those who are dead over there in the mines, where I came from. Is it not enough?" There was no dissenting voice in that crowd. They all came forward in reply the invitation, and after a moment more Nick felt that he had done well in assum ing the role he was playing. But he looked in vain for signs of Madame Turvaoieff, although it was now considerably after the hour of mid night. He had no doubt, however, that he had read the mes sage of Yvonne correctly, and likewise he felt assured in his own mind that one or more of her followers were there, or were to meet there. But he did not know them. He had no means of recognizing them, unless he should by providential chance overhear some remark which would put him on the track --or1 better still, if she herself should come to Blavatski's. It was not likely that she would do that, however. It was no place for a woman like her; and yet, who could tell what role she was playing now, since she had elected to remain in America, and to devote her life and her energies to vengeance against Nick Carter? In the meantime, while these thoughts were coursing through his brain, his new-found associates were throng ing around him, eager to learn the particulars of his incarceration on the terrible island of Saghalien, which is the hell-hole of all Siberia. And he was on the point of accommodating them; he I

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 9 had decided to invent a thrilling tale of his experiences there, and to do what he could to rouse all the irate passions within them, when he saw the front door open and close, and Madame Turvanieff, followed by three men, entered the room, and passed directly to a table in one corner of the saloon, which seemed to have been reserved for them. But most remarkable of all was the fact that the inStant she entered the place, a hush fell upon the throng, and every eye was turned toward her. CHAPTER IV. SEVEN YEARS DEAD. The detective was aware that his disguise was perfect, and, moreover, that Madarrie Turvanieff could not pos sibly have any idea that he was at all aware of her move ments. Therefore it was not at all likely that she would even suspect that he might be at Blavatski's. However, the fact remained that he was a stranger, and would therefore be looked upon with more or less suspicion. Blavatski was standing beside him when the quartet entered the saloon, and he turned to the proprietor at once. "That is a beautiful woman," he said, in Russian. "She is an angel from heaven," replied Blavatski, solemnly. "Indeed I" said Nick, with a shrug. "Surely this is a strange place for the visitation of angels." Blavatski smiled. "There are many kinds of angels," he said. "There are angels of mercy and angels "And which is this beautiful woman?" asked Nick. "Just now she is an angel of vengeance." "Ah I For the wrongs our people have to suffer? For the wrongs I have suffered? For the wrongs which thousands are now suffering among the mines and, amid the snows of Siberia?'' "Yes." "Who is she, Blavatski ?" "We do not call her by name. To us she is merely the 'Queen.' "The queen of what?" "Of ourselvel?. Call her the Queen of Vengeance, if you will.'' "But vengeance upon whom? Against whom?" "My friend, you wish to know too much in too short a time. I am disposed to like you, and therefore to trust you, but the latter cannot be done until you have been 'among us a much longer time than you have." "As you please," said Nick, with a shrug, and he turned away. But he almost immediately turned back again, and added : "Present me to the queen, Blavatski. Perhaps she may prove to be a better reader of character than you are." '"I will ask her permission." "Do so. I will wait here." "What shall I say to her about you?" "What I have already told you. That I am !van Rogenvenski-that I have been dead seven years, and have only just come to life. Eh? Is it not enough?" "And if she asks for further information than that?'' "Tell her to ask me .in person, or to communicate with the chief of the Third Section in the city of St. Peters burg. He can give her my record, only thal he would be badly frightened if he iearned 'that I had escaped from Saghalien with my life. Ah, bah! Blavatski I When a man is seven years dead, as I have been, his friends forget and he loses track of all he ever knew." :'I understand." "No, you do not. You could not you had been seven years dead yourself." "God forbid I" "Ay, God forbid. It is well said. Tell her that I was born yesterday, and that I fttt:iined in twenty four hours. She will understand." "And ,if she does not?" "Then she is no queen for you, and I will tell her so." "Beware, Rogenvenski! She is all-powerful. She has many friends here. The room is filled with them.'' "I beware? Blavatski, you do not yet know me. I have no friends save these"-and Nick stretched out his arms as if about to embrace Blavatski a second time, whereat the stepped hastily back out of his reach. "I have no friends but these," repeated Nick; they are reliable. Working in the strengthens the mus cles. I am as strong as four' or five men. How much do you weigh, Blavatski ?" "More than two hundred pounds, as they count weight in this country.'' "Then see I" Nick stepped forward and seized him, whereat Blavat ski struggled. "Ah, bah I" said Nick. "Be quiet. I will not hurt you. Stand stiff. Keep your joints locked together. I will not hurt you, I tell you. Can you not trust me?" "Surely.'' "Then do as I tell you. So! That is right. Now, do not be frightened." With a quick motion, the detective seized the landlord with his hands on either side of his body, and tossed hilT' into the air, straight upward toward the ceiling.

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IO NE\V NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Then, as the landlord sailed upward, Nick caught him by the feet and held him there for a moment. Then he placed the open palm of his right hand under the soles of Blavatski's feet, and, again cautioning the man to keep his muscles and joints rigid, he slowly tended his arm until he was holding more than two hun dred poWlds at arm's length with only one hand. Every eye in the room was turned toward them as he accomplished this wonderful feat of strength and skill. and the instant the people there comprehended what it all meant, was a round of throughout the saloon. There were cries of "Bravo I" too; from every quarter, and Nick flOt:iced with especial delight that Madame Tur vanieff seemed to be especially interested in the event. That was all he had desired to accomplish-to interest her-and he let the landlord down gently to the floor, at the same time turning his back the people in the place. ''Now, Blavatski," he said, "we will have another I have still much money to spend." "But where did you get your money? You did not tell me that; and a man lately from the mines of Sagha lien--" "Bah l Did J not tell you that I came here on a sailing ship? I am a sailor and a navigator. Perhaps I once in the Russian navy-who knows? On the way here, if the slrip on which i found myself happened to encounter a storm, and if all the officers who could navi gate the vessel were washed overboard, would it not be my clear duty to save the vessel, and to bring her into port?" :sUJ.:ely it would be so." "And do you not think that the owners of such a vessel, when they discovered what a poor c!j.staway had done, would recompense him for his services?'' "Ah I Now I understand." "Ay, as well as I; perhaps better," said Nick, smiling vaguely. They turned their backs to the bar again, and the de tective was pleased to notice that Madame Turvanieff was beckoning to Blavatski. "Go!" he said. "She wants you; and, if I am not mistaken, she wants to know me." He watched Blavatski cross the floor to Madame vanie:ff, and he saw that they were conversing together in an animated manner, while with every gesture the eyes of the woman were turned inquiringiy toward himself. "I have entered the wedge," he mused. ".Now let us see what comes of it.'1 After a few moments Blavatski returned. "The queen is interested in you," he said. "I am honored," replied Nick, smiling. "She will talk to you. Come !" "Wait I" said Nick. "Do you know her real name t'' "No; nobody know.s that. She prefers to be lm.;>wn here only as the queen." "And how long has she been among you?" "Scarcely more than a week. But she is expecting us. Come I" "Wait. How do you know that you can trust her?" "Through our friends who brought her here, and they are reliable. She has been high the circles in Russia; she is high among them now." "Buf as a matter of act, you know her scarcely better than you do me, eh ?" "Yes; that is true." "Ah !" said Nick. Recollection of what Conners had told him about this woman rushed across him at that moment. He remem bered what had been said about lier joining the nihilists in St. Petersburg, and afterward bet raying them to the iUthorities. He remembered how she was hated by the nihilists in her own country, and that in Jeality she was a spy of the police, and he understood that now she was merely making use of her knowledge gJ the secrets of nihilism fo'r the purpose of furthering her own private ends. He was smiling as he crossed the room toward her, for he understood now how he could, by the mere mention of her name, turn all these people against her in an in stant, for he knew that nihilists never forget and never forgive. He knew that, having once betrayed them, her name had been sent broadcast throughout the world wherever there were nihilistic circles, and that it was known to every nihilist on earth as the name of a traitor and a spy. "Surely," he thought, "the game is in my own hands now, when I choose to play the winning card." And then he found himself before her1 and that she was smiling up at him in her most bewitching mannerand she could be most bewitching when she chpse. "Plainly," thought Nick, "my game is to pretend to fall victim to her wiles and also to her smiles, as well. She looks the queen, all right, with those big eyes, that wealth of hair, her bewitching smile and her covert glances through half-closed lids." She spoke to him in Russian, as soon as he was pre sented, and then alill()st immediately changed into French, and to both her questions, in each language, Nick an swered readily. "You are not what you seem," she said, then. "No," x:eplied Nick. "Few of us are. I have been dead seven years, madame. I have only just returned to life."

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I\ NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. II "To life-and hope?" she asked. "Ay, to life, to hope-and to vengeance I" "Gqod I" she exclaimed. "Be seated, please, for I am sure we will be friends." CHAPTER V. A SIREN MEETS HER MATCH. "Who are you?" she asked, as soon as he was seated beside her. "I call myself Rogenvenski, for want of a better title," he replied. "But that is not your true name?" "Surely not, madame." "And you will not tell me what that is?'' "I have forgotten it ; I have been dead seven years." "You are an educated man." "I was, when I was alive before." "And an officer in the Russian navy." "I might have been so. 1 I have forgotten.'' "You find it convenient tb forget?" "I find it pleasant to forget some things-also pleasant w remember others." "I understand.'' "Thank you.'' ''That costume ill becomes you, Rogenvenski." "It is the best I have at present; but I have money to procure another1 if another is necessary." "You were,once a noble, were you not?" "Whatever I was, I am now your service, if you can dispose of me in any way, madame." "You are a very strong man.'' "Working in the mines makes a man strong--or kills him.'' "You lifted Blavatski as if he were a feather." "I could lift three like him in the same way." "Blavatski has told me that arrived in America only this morning.'' Nick made no reply, and she continued: "Do you speak English?" "Yes.'' Blavatski said you did not. "I gave him that impression, although I did not say so in words.'' .. Ah I Do you speak it well? "As well as Russian, and French, and Italian, and Spanish, and many other languages-that is, almost as well.'' "And you have nothing to do?" "At present, nothing. " Would you care to serve me?" "If the service would be in keeping with the accom plishm ent of my own desires--yes." "It might lead to the accomplishment of them, ind i rectly, even though it were not now directly in line with them," she said. 1'Tell me what the service is and I will answer." "Have you ever heard of a certain Madame Turvanieff ?" she asked. "Madame Turvanieff ?" repeated Nick, to ,gain time, for he was amazed that she should ask such a question. "I see you have not. How could you, hidden away in the mines as you were? Shall I tell you about her?" "If it pleas7' you." "She is a spy of the police; a traitor to the nihilist, for she betrayed them to the police in St. Petersburg-and, in short, her life is forfeit to the cause." said Nick, "I have no interest in that." "She is here in America.'' "Indeed I" "She is at the present moment my prisoner, and I have been commanded to return her to Russia for punishment there, but chiefly because she has in her possession valuable secrets which our circles desire to compel her to dis close.'' ''And what of all that? It does not interest me, madame. I am not a nihilist, although I would not hesi tate to become one if it would further my ends to do so. But what of all that, and how can I serve you?" "There are others here who are alSo implicated with her." "Ah! I begin to understand." "It is necessary to capture those others also." "Yes ? Well ?" "One of them is a man-an American ; a man not larger than yourself in stature, but a veritable giant of strength.'' "Stronger than I ?" "No-o-o. I think not; but it was your exhibition of strength which attracted me.'' "Then it is fortunate that I demonstrated it. To be attracted-ah I I am forgetting. I should remember that I look like a peasant, and I should talk like a boor, in stead of like a courtier. But it is your eyes, madame. They make me forget.'' She was smiling brightly upon him now. His delicately implied compliment accomplished more for him than anything else could have done "Who is this man to whom you refer?" he asked "An American, as I have said. A detective. By name"-and she changed her tongue easily into English as she uttered the last sentence-"Nick Carter." Nick looked pleasantly inter e sted, but made no com ment. I see you do not know of hiJil," she said. "I have been dead seven y ears, madame." l

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12 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Y I forgot. We will let that pass. The service I wish you to render me is to assist me in capturing this man I have instructions to capture or to kill him, as seems best." "I have no enmity against this man. I cannot consent to assist.in his murder. 1 have not yet progressed so far." "But you can assist me in capturing him." "Yes; if you convince me that it should be "He is working for the czar; he is an accomplice of the woman I told you about, who is already my prisoner -this Madame Turvanieff. Listen : I a!l) less particular than you lire about the subjecf of killing, and this very night I sought to kill Nick Carter at his own home, by casting a bomb through the doorway, when he opened it in reply to a ring at the bell." "Did throw the bomb yourself, mtdame t'' "Why not?" "Then if you did that, there is something more than a mere order from your superiors to capture or to kill this man. You hate him on your own account." "Hate him I hate him with all the fury of my soul !'? "And why?" "He has been inimical to me from the first. He ruined all my prospects for the future. He ruined the prospects of my husband. He has made my husband a cripple for life. Surely that is sufficient; no?" "I understand now. But you could not expect me to kill him for that, madame? I could do such a thing only--" "Well ? Only?. Continue, sir." "Only for a woman I loved, and who loved me." She dropped her lids over her eyes and blushed be comingly For a moment she was silent; but then she raised her eyes again to his, and he saw that they were shining brightly, if with sudden resolution. Again she changed the language, and this time it was Spanish, for she remembered he had said that he spoke it as well as others. "Go I" she said, in soft Castilian. "Rid yourself of that impossible beard ; purchase for yourself the attire of a gentleman, for you are one; then return to me, here, and--" He waited a long time, but she did not continue. Pres ently he said : "And what, madame?" "And perhaps then I can convince you that you will wish to kill Nick Carter for me." Nick leaped to his feet with a bound, as if he were moved beyond his control by what she had said, the mean ing of which could afford but one solution. But she detained him with a gesture, and he sank back into the chair he had vacated: He was playing his own part quite as well as she played hers, and he had no compunctions whatever in deceiving such a woman. "Wait I" she said, still in Spanish. "Do not be o-ver hasty. It is late. You can find neither a barber nor a clothier to-night." "Ah! But I can wake a barber, and choke him till he consents to shave me; and I can, with my shoulders, force the doors of a clothier's, and help myself to his wares." "And..get yourself into prison for your trouble--into prison, where you would be no good to me at all," she $aid, well pleased with his perfectly simulated vehemence. See! You have already attracted the attention of the others in the room. " And what if I have, madame? I have no fear of them, or of all of them. I could throw them bodily, one at another, until I strewed the floor with them. And as for the prisqn, why, I could tear their iron bars apart and step ottt to liberty as easily as I dismember this chair, and he scized a chair next to him, and with one wrench of his hands, pulled it into a broken and unrecognizable mass. B1avatski came rushing forward. M y chair I" he exclaimed. "I will pay for it," said and he produced the money from his pockets. "But why did you break it ?" "To prove to your queen that I could do so." "You are wonderful! said the madlUlle, now thor oughly won over-more thoroughly, indeed, than she herself at that moment believed. "Wonderful ?." said Nick. "Ah, no, madame; it is you are wonderful. Your eyes : your hair, your smile ; they all dazzling. And you yourself-all of you-the combination-ah! I cannot express myself! You are beautiful! A queen indeed I A man might kill an army of other men at your bidding. Stay where you are. I will return. Then he left his chair again, and started for the door. CHAPTER VI. NICK CARTER'S WONDERFUL STRENGTH. The detective, however, had not taken half a dozen steps before he became aware that the people who were foregathered in that place did not intend to permit him to depal't as he had come. As he started for the door, a dozen or more of them rose, as if by preconcerted agreement, and formed them selves in line across the floor in front of him, thus forcing him to come to a stop.

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 13 And he did so with a smile on his face, for he had no fear of his ability to get out of the saloon if it pleased hitn to do so. "Why do you stop me?" he asked, in Russi an. One of the men-a fellow who was almost a giant in stature-took a step forward, and acted as spokesman for the others. "Because we are not satisfied regarding your identity," he replied. "What more do you desire to know about it?" asked Nick. "We wish to be assured that you are not a spy." "And how can you assure yourselves of that, pray?" "By asking you to remain here until the place closes for the night-or at least until we have all departed for our homes." "And if I refuse--" "Then we will compel you to remain." Nick laughed l'eud, derisively. "Do you think you could, perhaps, do that?" he asked, coolly. "Oh, yes ; we think so." "Very good. Then listen : I have just told madame, the queen, that I would return presently. Is it not so, madameP" she replied. "That is true." "I am going out in order to comply with an expressed wish of hers. Is it not so, madame?" "That is also true," she said again, "although I did not expressly wish that you would go now." "It is now-what ?-one o'clock!" said Nick, glancing at the timepiece over the bar. "I am going out to be shaved and to change my clothing. At two I will return. Stand aside, sirs, and let me pass I" The big fellow in front held his ground. "You cannot go now," he said, calmly. "Ah I but I am going now." "You cannot leave this place at p r esent." "Indeed Who will prevent me?" .. I I" "You! Ho! ho !" laughed Nick, derisively. "Come here, my little man, and let me feel of your muscles. If they have grown as big as your feet, perhaps you may detain me." The man in front of the detective remained unmoved by his sarcasm. "You cannot go," he repeated, laconically. Nick Carter was always noted for his lightning-like quickness of action, and now he gave a sudden demon stration of it. The words were hardly out of the mouth of the big Pole before the detective sprang forward, and so sudden was the attack that the big fellow was totally unprepared for it. Before he realized that he was attacked, he .felt him self seized in a relentless grasp. The next instant he was raised from his feet into the air, turned and tossed into a horizontal position, an
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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. on your mind. Tell it to me while I change, for J. must f.O out again, and without delay." "Conners is up against it," replied Patsy, laconically. "Eh? Conners? How so?" Nick was working rapidly while he and Patsy continued: "When I left you to-night, I came directly here, as you told me to do." "Of course." "Well1 out on the corner I found these; see?" Nick turned quickly, to find that Patsy had advanced to the middle of the floor, and that he was holding Con ners' hat in one extended hand, and in the other, part of a collar, such as Conners had worn, and the four-in-hand t ie, which the detective at once recognized as Conners' property. "Humph I" said Nick, still busy at the glass. "You found them on the corner, eh ?" "Yes; in the gutter." "Anything else?" "Nothing." "Looks as though there had been a scrap, doesn't it?" Yes; and as if Conners had got the worst of it." "He' s a lusty chap, Patsy. It takes a good man to get away with Conners." "There might have been three or four ther-e." "That's true enough. Did you find any signs?" "Not a sign." "Only just those things, eh ?" "Just these." "He said he was going outside to watch while I was away. Doubtless there was somebody watching him all the while." "Looks like it," said Patsy. "Did you make any search ?" "Only just around that corner. I couldn't find a thing', so I thought best to come back here and wait for you." "I reckon they've got him, lad.'' "V/ho's got him?,. "Oh, I forgot that you had not learned the parliculars. It's the Turvanieff woman, Patsy; the one I was up against in Washington. She stayed behind when the other conspirators were sent home, and her special mis:. sion is to 'do' me--and incidentally, Conners. Now you're on,eh?" "You bet I" "Well, we won't bother with Conners just at present. I reckon he can come rather close to taking care of him self even if they have got him for the moment; and I think that my present quest is likely to bring me rather close to wh e r e they have taken him. But I've got some thin g for you to do, Patsy." "Good I What is it?" "I'm ready to now, and I'm I don't sup pose I shall have occasion to alter this until I am through with this case. At least, I have to doso "It is all the fit of the clothes. They're a little baggy," said :J;>atsy. The detective had removed the whiskers and mustache from his face, and now appeared almost his natural self, for he remembered that Madame Turvanieff had never seen him save at a time when he was disguised as a Japanese, and he was sure that no person who ever went to Blavatski's place had seen him. The clothing he wore now was simply a suit he had procured for the purpose of representing a rather well dressed farmer, and while the quality and cut were well enough; it was considerably too large for him. He could not be expected to select a well-fitting suit in the time he had agree.d upon to return to Blavatski's. "What is it you wish me to do ?' Patsy. "'I want you, as soon as I have to rig yourself out in your gamin clothes, and to do your best to make the disguise a good one. Then go to the corner of Grand and Goerck Streets, and wait there till yqu hear from me. I shall be in Blavatski's saloon. If I go out ac companied by others, keep us in sight. I may wish to use you at a moment's notice." "I'll be there," replied Patsy. "Good 1" said Nick. "I know you will. Keep a keen eye and ear to windward, and look out for squalls. So long I" At a quarter past two o'clock Nick Carter again en tered Blavatski's saloon. CHAPTER VII PLAYING A BOLD GAM&. The scene in the saloon had altered considerably since Nick Carter left it. Many of those who had been there when he fought his way out so scientifically had disappeared, for there are no people on earth who are so suspicious as Russians and Poles, and once their suspicions are aroused, it takes a great deal to allay them. However, there were a dozen or more of the original ones left, and in addition there were several who had not been there when he was there before. He noticed, too, that these newcomers were evidently .closer friends with the madame than those who had gone, and he had no doubt that they were part and parcel with the gang she had referred to in her letter. But the madame was there I That was all he desired. He cared not a jot for the others, and if they had

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NEW NICK CARTER WEE:KL Y . IS but known it, took no interest whatever in their nihilistic affairs. At first, when he entered the rooni, nobody recognized him, for-it must .be remembered that when he 'left he had worn a straggling beard that was thorourhly Rus sian; now his face was clean-shaven, and he had also changed his clothes. Blavatski stepped forward instantly, and was about to oppose his further entrance:, when the detective said, laughingly: "Hello, Blavatski I Don't yqu know me r ? Ah, yes, the voice 1 Surely it is not-it cannot be Rogenvenski r "It surely is Rogenvenski." Then he turned and made a sweeping bow toward the queen. 'rAt your service, madame he said. .. I told you I would do it, notwithstanding the hour." She laughed aloud, well pleased. ''Come here," she said, "and sit beside me. There I Tell me, now, how you did it." "There is a wide street up here a little way "Yes; the Bowery." "When I came through it, I noticed an Italian place which had not closed. I had hopes of finding somebody still there, and I was not disappointed. So, you see, I shaved." "And what an improvement I'' "Thank you . "And the "Italians are thrifty people, madame. They have methods of procuring almost anything-for a price-. There a maze of streets somewhere in that neighborhood, where it seems there. is no difficulty jn waking a clothier at any hourfor a price B'ehold me I " 1 certainly should not have known you but for your voice-and, strange as it may seem, I have thought twice to-night that I have heard that voice somewhere before. "In St. Petersburg, perhaps, more than seven years ago, replied Nick calmly. For a moment she seemed "Do you eve:r: to have encountered me in St. Petersburg? she asked, with some evident trepi dation. "Not at all," replied Nick. "I did not know," she said, relieved, "but we might hp.ve met in that long ago of yours, and that you might have recalled me. "Not at all," he replied again) "althopgb I have that sam e feeling which you describe, of a former acqua;intance, Were your friends angry because I played battledore and shuttlecock with one of them before "No : they were only amazed. Big Peter, as he is called-the man whom yc)u tossed-is considered a giant among them. " 'Bah I He is a oaby. I see that many who were here gone." "They were aftaid. They are all babies who like to arrange murders for others to perform, but who have not themselves the courage to kill a fly." "That reminds me," said Nick. "What about that particular killing r "Will you engage to do 'it for me, if it becomes ne ces sary ?" she arehly, lowering her eyes. "Shall I ?''1 asked Nick, in a low tone, and drawing ne!lrer to her. She moved neni'ously in her chair, and for an instant seemed about to draw away from him; but if such was her momentary intention, she controlled it, and Nick per mitted himself to sniile. If sh'e had but known what that !!mile meant I In point of fact, it meant that he was conviilced 'nqw that he could defeat her with her own weapons. She had dared to pretend to make love to him once, in Washington, when he was running down the conspirators who sought to abduct the Japanese prince, and now she dared to make use of the same questionable methods to gain him to her will ; and he met her on her own chosen ground. "Well?" he asked, drawing still closer to her. "Perhaps it will not be necessary to kill, she faltered, temporizing, for the very evident fierceness of this stranger's advances rather appalled her. '7hen what?'' he asked, .. 44I would rnther capture him. I would rather have him for my prisoner." "But I have no interest in him, or in his capture or in his death, save thatwell, I have already told you wherein my interest lies, and :rou have said " 'Sh-h-h! Do not repeat what I have said." "But, madame, I have done nothing else but repeat it over and over again to myself, ever since I heard it. "You should not have done so." "I could not help doing so. Ah, madame, you will not recall your words ?" "No." ''And' you will repeat them?" "No l no I no! At least, not yet. Wait r "Ah! You ask me what is impossible; Wait! Madame I have been seven years dead. Have you forgotten that?" "No, no. I have not forgotten." "And it would seem now that I never lived at all untii I looked into your e yes." "Hush I Hush I" "Why should I hush? Is there another here who has

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16 NEW NICK CARTER VVEEKL Y. the right, or thinks he has, to object to what I say to you ? If so, I will kill him !" "N oJ no There is no other I There is no other I I assure you there is no other." "Then why--'' "Pray hush I See, you are attracting attention from the others here. They do not know you, and therefore they do not trust you." "As if I cared for that I Who are these people around us ? These newcomers?" "They are my friends ; they will be yours if you will join with us." "Mine? I want no friends but you. If I will join with you? You know upon what terms I will do that." She was plainly very nervous by this time, and again she moved uneasily. "Madame," said Nick, suddenly, "yem have not yet told me yt>ur name. I must know a name by which I can think of you." "I am the queen here, among these people." "I know that. But you have a name." "Like you, I do not give it out." "But a name. Your first name. Your given name. Surely there can be no harm in tell1ng me that." "It is Paula." "Paula I Paula! Paula! Paula I Ah, it fits you, madame. It is beautiful! Paula I" "Hush! Hush! For Heaven's sake, hush!'' '
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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. must appear to be old I will say that yo\l are an old friend-a cousin, if you will. Shall I say that you are a cousin?" "-No, no. Have no relationship in the matter. I could not bear that. Have me merely what I am-your lov--" "My old friend." :so be it-for the present." "And must-ah! am I making a mistake? Let me look into your eyes." "Look, Paula Look until the end of your days. Look until time ceases and only eternity obtains." "What a man you are! What a man you are I" she almost gasped, carried away by his vehemence. "Ay, a man I A man who was seven years dead, but who now lives, lives, lives I" "Come," she said, "if you are ready. The others will follow us." She turned then, and spoke rapidly to the others who were there, and then she called the proprietor, Blavatski, and talked with him in a low tone. Nick wondered at this, but presently he was reassured, for at the end of ti;J,at low-toned conversation, Blavatski came toward him with outstretched hands. "AQ my dear Rogenvenski," he said, smiling until his fat face was like a 'burst of sunshin,e, "the queen has told me that you are an old friend; that you were known to each other when you were children. It is de lightful It is sublime It is magnificent I" "Come I" said madame, tartly, and Nick turned to her, and accompanied her from the place. At short intervals behind them came the four men who were also bidden to the three-o'clock supper., Once they were upon the street, Madame Turvanieff ac cepted Nick's arm, and thus they made their way through the storm and the snow together. "It is too bad there is no carriage," said Nick, re membering that his own was still awaiting him around the comer; but to have made use of it now would been a fatal mistake. "It is not far," she responded. "I am living, for pur poses with which ypu will soon be acquainted, very ob scmely. The house is nothing; the rooms I have man aged to make very comfortable." "It will be the palace of a queen when you are in it," replied Nick. At the corner of Grand Street, when they passed it, they encountered a youngster with a bundle o.f left-over papers on his arm. "Please buy," he said, plaintively. "I'm stuck, boss. Won't you buy?" "Yes; I'll take the whole lot," said Nick. "How many are there?" "Six, boss. Only six." "Well, here is a quarter, and you may keep the and ne winked solemnly at Patsy, for it was he. "Look here, my lad," he added, as they were about to move on, "do you happen to know whore there is a car riage?" "Yep I There's one standing right around the cerner, waiting for somebody, I suppose. I saw it only a minute ago. Shall I it?!' "No, no," said Madame Turvanieff. "It is not neces sary. We have only a short distance to g.o now." And then she added, in a to Nick: "The others would find difficulty in following us if we should take a carriage." "TJ;Ue. I had forgotten said Nick. "l had forgotten all the world but you." Again he winked at Patsy, and turned his eyes for an instant toward the direction in which the cab was waiting; and Patsy understood. Then they hastened on. "Is your friend, Madame Turvanieff, bidden to the supper ?" asked Nick. "She is a prisoner." "Ay ; but she eats, does she not?" "I suppose so." "Why not bring her down among us, my queen Paula? Eh? It would be novel, would it not? And she can hear us laying plat:).s for the death, or capture, whichever you will-of this detective chap; what ii his name again?" "Nick Carter." "Is Madame Turvanieff a friend of his?" "They are sweethearts, I suspect, although I do not know it." '1'hen would it not be delicious to make our plans where she! could hear them? You do not mean that she shall escape, I suppose?" "I would kill her with these hands before I would 'Per mit that. I would kill her to-night, if I thought there was any possibility of such a thing." "Ah I You are a great woman. You do not h esitate to do yourself what you ask others to do. You are not afraid." "Afraid? I? Never I" They walked on in silence after that for some distance, until at last madame came to a halt in front of one of the nondescript houses which abound in that district of the city. "Here we are," she said; and she looked back along the street to where four shadowy figures could be seen following them. "They are coming," Nick.

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i8 NEW CARTER WEEKLY. es; we will await them here, so they wilt not mis take the house." tl:tey can follow our tracks in the snow. In fact, that is precisely what they are doing at this moment." "True. Then we wili enter." She use of a key she had carried all the evening in her hand, and presently Nick found himself in the par l or of the house. He had expected to find some of the comforts which such a woman as Madame Turvanieff required whn he entered thQ' house, but he was not prepared for the sumP" tuous of the place. She had furnished it like the parlors of a palace. It was evident at a glance that she had not counted the cost of anything there, and had simply given her order to a decorator to be There were already seven men in the place, and the room was filled with the fragFance of Russian cigarettes. There were four more men coming, and Nick thought, grimly, that there would be eleven in all, if it came to a knock-!)Ut fight ; and he almost wished it might, for he was thoroughly in trim for it. Moreover, the part he had been compelled to play, of love to this woman whom he utterly despised, had disgusted him, and he felt that he needed some such exercise to take the taste of the incident out of his mouth. The seven men rose as they the room, and stood respectfully bowing before their queen. \ Nick was duly to them in the role of an old friend, and then the others arrived and were ad. ) Jnitted. lti the rear room of the room which is or dinarily called the back detective could see that a table had been spread for the guests, and around it were two menservants, also evidently Russians. sians. "Two more," he mused. "That makes thirteen. Ah, well, the more, the merrier, I suppose." "Now, my good friend$," said madame, when her guests were all assembled, and speaking in Russiacy, "I think it behooves us' to break our fast first, for I am hungty. What say you?" "That meets entirely with my appr!)val," replied Nick. "And my friend, Ivan, here," she continued, "has sug gesteq that it will not be amiss if we ask Madame Tur vanieff--By the way, Ivan, she denies her name, and calls herself by an absurd French title, the Countess de Tierney r' wi1l tell you so that you may understand -*hen she enters. He has suggested that we ask her to jo1n us at supper. What say you all? ''Wh y? What is the purpose of it?" asked one of the company. "Merely to give a relish to our meal. Wait I I will go after her. She fannot get away. Have no o that/' Madame left the room and ascended the stairs. She was gone perhaps ten mitiutes, when .she returned, fol lowed by slow steps an!i the clinking of metal. Nick had purposely turned his back, and he had also Withdrawn himself to a far corner of the room, in order that Yvonne shduld not be surprised into making an ex clamation of betrayal when she discovered him. When, however, he heard tl}e clinking of the metal he turned, and as he did so his eyes encouf\tered Yvonne 's. Her expression did not change. There was not the quiver of an eyelash to denote that she had ever seen him before, but the warm blood rushed to her cheeks and brow in a wave of ruby red, then fled again, and her even paler than before. And what a picture she made, standing there with her wrists fastened together, although more than a foot apat't, with a length of gold chain ; and Nick realized now why she had walked so slowly, for he understood that her were encumbered in the same way. "Ivan, said the madame, then, ''this is Madame Tur--. vanieff the spy and traitor, whose life is forfeit to the nihilists. Look well upon her for she is beautiful. Too beautiful, in fact ; but the torture rack will amend all that when she gets to Russia." "Madame," said Nick, bowing low, "there is only one beautiful woman present." CHAPTER IX. AN EASY WAY TO COMMIT MURDER. It never occurred to the real Madame Turvanieff that the man whom she supposed to be Ivan Regenvenski, who was in reality Nick Carter, did not refer to her when he made the statement that there was only one beautiful woman present; but Yvonne de Tierney understood per fectly whom he meant, and she shot a quick glance at him, while again the blood suffused her cheeks and brow. And Nick understood now the plot by which madame hoped to get Yvonne out of the country. She believed that she could accomplish it by the help of the resident nihilists-and she was smart enough to know that it could be done in no other way. The name Turvanieff was to them like a red flag to a bull. That name-the name of the woman who bore it, had been sent broadcast throughout the world wherever there was a nihilist. All had been alike warned against her ; all had been told that her life was forfeit, and had been instructed to kill, if perchance the opportunity should offer to do so.

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Not one of them knew her by sight, so what was easier than for the real Turvanieff woman to appear among them, to announce that she had been sent out by the con trolling drcle in St. Petersburg to capture her, and that she had been directed to take her back to Russia in order that secrets which she was supposed to pbssess might be wrung out of her through torture? It was the real Turvanieff's scheme for returning Yvonne de Tierney to the terrible Third Section of Rus sia, in order that that great country might wreak its re ver;J.ge upon a weak and defenseless woman. It seems almost incredible that in the short time con sumed, Nick Carter could have traced Yvonne, and was now actually in her presence; and yet we have seen how it was accomplished. Had it not been for the thoughtfulness of Yvonne her self, in tracing those four on the paper with her ring, the detective might still have been in total ig norance concerning her; but those four words-"Prisoner, Turvanieff, Blavatski's, Midnight"-had supplied him with a complete understanding of the condition of things. As for Yvonne, the golden chains which &und her seemed no longer heavy; she felt no further fear of them. Nick Carter was in the same room with her, and she felt as if she had suddenly been set free, and told that she could go her way. It was with difficulty that she restrained herself and preserved the demeanor which had been her studied pose ever since she fell into the power of the Turvanieff woman. When Nick made the ambiguous remark recorded at \ the close of the preceding chapter, Madame Turvanieff turned with a triumphant smile to her prisoner. you will again deny that you are Madame Turvanieff," she said, smiling cruelly. "I do deny it," replied Yvonne, calmlr. "I am Yvonne de Tierney, and it is you who are Madame Tqrvanieff." Madame laughed in her low, menacing, yet musical manner. "It is well acted," she said; "but it cannot deceive me, or my friends here." She turned then to Nick, and added : "Our prisoner believes that the same Nick Carter, to whom I have already referred, will come to her rescue, Ivan." "Let us hope that he may," replied Nick, with double meaning. "I am here now, and if there is no other man in the world who can handle NiCk Carter, be assured that I can do so." "I believe it," returned the madame, with conviction. "Let us hope that he will come," repeated Nick. "Let us be on the watch for him to make a sudden entrance, and to attempt to bear her away out of your power. Then will be my opportunity. But how can he hope to fmd her?" Madame immoderately at that. the power of love," she replied, with fine scorn. "This woman loves him; she has as much ai confessed that to me already." Nick purposely refrained from turning his eyes toward Yvonne when that statement wa,s made, but had he done so, he would have seen that the blood rushed to her face again in a redder wave than either time before, and he would have seen her bite her lips with vexation, and then dart an glance at the madame, which might have annihilated her then and there, were glances physical things, capable of inflicting injuries. "And she believes that he loves her," continued the madame, conscious that she was inflicting torture upon her captive, but utterly unconscious of the real explanation of it. "Women rarely err in affairs of the heart," responded Nick, enigmatically; and then, believing that Yvonne could bear no more without betraying herself in some manner, he turned away, and walked through into the back room, where the table was laid. His act was the signal for the others to follow, and after a moment they were seated around the table, while the two servants whom Nick had noticed were bustling around like so many bees, serving them. Nick was given the seat of honor, at madame's rigbt hand ; Yvonne was placed at her left. "Not because I desire to have you so close to me," said to her, in apologetic explanation, "but because I wish to keep watch and ward over you." Yvonne disdained to reply at all, and for a few moments the meal progressed in silence. But with the third course, and its accompanying wines :-for be it said that the meal was one which might have done credit to a first-class hotel-their tongues were loosed, and Nick, smiling inwardly, bethought him that the men around him were Russians, and that they would undoubted,ly do the way that Russians do when there is no restraint upon them-that is, drink themselves into intoxication. He knew that outside in the snow, somewhere, Patsy was on guard, waiting; and that the cab would not be far away. And then, of a sudden, he remembered Conners, and his strange disappearance. "Madame," he said, turning to his hostess, "is it not time that we heard something of your plans? You have captured this Madame Turvanieff, who sits opposite me, and you have told me of your desire for the death or capture of the detective whom you call Nick Carter. One of them is already in your power, and the other-well,

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. he is as good as in the same predicament, if you did but realize it." "You mean that you believe you will have no difficulty in capturing him, or killing him, if once you set your mind and your strength to the ta.sk;'' she replied. "I mean that I know that I could do either easily, if I made the effort," he said. "But are there others? Are these two all ?" "Indeed there are others." "And who are they?" "One--a woman nal]led Zanoni-will arrive in the city some time this morning, for we are now at the breaking of another day." Nick started. He had no idea that Madame Turvanieff was so well informed. "What oi her?" he asked. "Sl)e must return to Russia also. The torture awaits her, as it does this woman here." a so? And how do you propose to capture her?" Madame laughed aloud. "That will be an easy task, once we have Nick Carter out of the way," she replied. "You said 'others.' Is there still another?" "There was; I doubt if there is one still," she replied, significantly. "I not understand," said Mick: "It is easy. If all has gone as I planned, his body is in one of the rivers which flow past the city, by this time." Nick was startled. Could it be that Conners was al ready dead-murdered? "That is some person of whom 1 have not yet heard," he remarked, tentatively. "Ah, yes. His name is Conners. He is a secret service agent for the government.'' "And what of him?" She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Nothing," she said. "He incurred my displeasure, that is all. I ordered that he be put out of the way of committing further mischief." "And has it been done already? She laughed aloud this time. "I suppose so. I know that he was captured. I know that was taken into a hack, chloroformed and bound, and I know that the hack started for one of the rivers. There was a twenty-pound weight in the carriage with him.'' "Ah I To sink him to the bottom of the river, I sup pose, eh?" "Yes. I dislike the letting of blood, unless it is neces sary." "Then how was it to be done ?" "Whv, I have already told you. Chloroformed into unconsciousness; a rope, to which the weight was at tached, tied to his wrists; a splash in the water, he hangs there, head downward; that is all; is it not enough? "Y au are an artist, madame I" She smiled at him, well pleased. "Who did this for you, madame?" asked Nick. "The three gentlemen on your riiht, I van. They did it. 'They are invaluable." Nick turned to them to meet tpeir bows and smiles. It was evident that they were as proud of their achieve ment as is a schoolboy over a prize composition. "When did you accomplish it all?" he asked of them; and one of the men-the one who was nearest to Nick, replied: "Between one and two o'clock. We captured the man on a corner near the house of the detective." "But how? How did you capture him?" "Two of us walked past him quickly while he stood on the <:orner. I tapped him on the back of the head with this," and he exhibited a short, loaded billy. "The rest was secut:e ; the woman, Zanoni, and the detective.'' "Only two," she replied. "Already 1 have taken measures to capture Zanoni, when she leaves the cars on her arrival in the city; but even if she should avoid me then, she will be easy prey, when--" "When you have done Carter," he finished, for her. CHAPTER X. NICK CARTER HAS USE FOR TERRIBLE WEAPONS. "Now to our plans," said madame. "Ay; to the plans," assented Nick. "Upon you, Ivan, shall devolve the weight of this ex pedition against the detective. I tell you now that I care very little whether he is killed or falls into my hands alive. Of the two, I should prefer the latter, for I have enough Tartar blood in my veins to love torture when it is inflicted upon an enemy." "Yes," said / Nick. "I do not doubt it.'' "It is my purpose to wreck his house so that it will never be habitable again. If there are pe9ple there who will fall victims to the explosion when it occurs, it is their own fault. They should be elsewhere, instead of serving Nick Carter." "Well said I Well said I"

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NEW NICK CA.RTER WEEKLY. 21\ Orloff and Peter already have the two bombs prepared. Where are they, Sacha?'' "fn my raom. They are ready. They are very powerful." "Sufficiently so to wreck the house?" "One stone will not be left upon another when they are explOded." "Good I And the time? You have not forgotten that?'' "At midnight, this very night." "And how will you set them off ?" "They are to be placed side by side underneath the front Then a slow match, which will occupy five or six minutes in burning, will explode half a pound of powder contained in the bottle beside them. The con of the powder will explode the bombs, andH elah! The thing is done. Poof The house goes into the air, with everything it contains !" "Excellent Most excellent I You see, I van, how well I have planned?" "Indeed I do. It is fortunate that I am here to take lessons of you." "But your work must be done first." "Tell me what it is to be, and it shall be done, my queen." "At ten you will go to the house of the detective. You do not much resemble a Russian since you have shaved off your beard." "I will look like anything you ask me to," he replied, with a bow across the table. "At ten, then, you will go to his house. You will represent yourself as a prospective dient. You will have an imaginary case to place in his hands. I have no doubt you can invent a good story for the occasion." "I think I am equal to the task." "You will see him alone. With your grea.t strength, of which I have already had sufficient evidence, you will attack him. Strike him when he is least expecting it. If you kill him, it does not matter; but strike him so that he will be senseless. Bind him then, if he is not dead." "And if he is dead--" "Cut his throat to make sure, and leave him there for the explosion to tear him into a thousand pieces." "And if he is not dead--" "Bring him away, if possible, in the carriage which you will have at the door, and in which I will be wait ing. But run no risks. Kill him rather than do that." Nick permitted his eyes to wander for an instant to Yvonne, and he found that she was gazing upon him intently; and then, as madame also caught that glance, she spoke for the first time. "It is hideous!" she said. "Are you a man to con template such a crime?" Nick shrugged his shoulders, and the madame laughed aloud. "Hear her I" she said ; and then, still keeping up the face of addressing Yvonne by her (madame's) own name, she added : "Come We want no more of your presence here. I will conduct you .to your room." Yvonne rose obediently, and Madame Turvanieff seized her by the arm and led her across the floor, throue-h the saloon pat:.Ior, and through the door into the hall, which she closed behind her. As soon as she had closed the door, Nick also rose from the table. He uttered no word to the others who were assembled there, but strode rapidly across the room to the door through which the two women had passed, opened it, and went out. He was conscious that his companions at the table were watching him closely, and he knew that they neither understood nor approved of his act; but he decided that the boldest method was the best, under the and he took it. He had permitted the women sufficient time to have gained the second floor before he made the move, and when he issued into the hall could hear the swishing of their garments over his head, and this sound was im mediately followed by the sound of a closing door. He knew that they had entered a room on the second floor, and without an instant of hesitation he ran up the stairs. But there, on the second landing, he paused and waited. He was by no means sure that one or more of the men in the parlor would not follow him, and he had no wish to be taken off his guard in that place. He understood thoroughly that he would have short s,hift for his life, did they once suspect that he was not all that he represented himself to be. MUrder was the' trade of these people. They looked upon that sort of crime with as little compunction as a butcher feels when it becomes his duty to prepare a hog for the market. And there were thirteen men and a woman against him in that house. OPdinarily a woman, in such a contingency, would not be considered, but Nick Carter was rather of the opinion that Madame Turvanieff was the most dangerous of all who were there. He k_!lew by that she would not hesitate to fight, and to make deadly use of the weapons which she .carried concealed about her person ; and he also knew by experience how accurately she could use them. But although he waited at the top of the stairs for

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22 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. several moments, nobody appeared in the lower hall in pursuit of him. He feared, too, that with every mqment Madame Tur vanieff would come out of the room into which she had conducted Yvonne, and find him there, and such a con tretemps formed no part of his desires. What he did wish to do was to have one half a minute alone with Yvonne-a sufficient length of time for him to make use of the powerful little nippers he always car ried in one of his pockets, and thus sever the golden chains which bound her. Convinced that he had not been pursued when he left the parlors, he passed along the hall, and stepped into a small room at the end of it; and he had hardy ensconced himself out of sight when the door opened, and Madame Turvanieff came out. She closed and locked the door behind her, and re moved the key. Then she glanced up and down the hall for a moment, after which she turned away and went slowly down the stairs. Now, it would seem that the detective was risking a great deal in permitting himself to be found absent from the parlor by the madame when she should return to it; but he had already decided that the time had come to act, and he had also made up his mind just what form that action on his pltl"t should take. The instant when madame started down the stairs, Nick passed silently but rapidly up the second flight,. which led to the third floor . He had noted with considerable interest what the man at the table had said about the bombs with which he was to blow up Nick Carter's house, and he had resolved then and there that he might himself make very good use of those terrible weapons. Where-that is, in what part of the house-Sacha's room was located, he had no idea; but that it was in the house, he did not for a moment doubt. Being in the house, it was more than likely that it would be found on the third floor, and that is why he hurried up the stairs as madame passed down the first flight. His little electric searchlight was in his grasp, and as he reached the landing of the third floor, he pressed the button. In front of him was an open door, and he passed through it, throwing the light around the room as he 4id so. Near the head of the bed was a small trunk, closed and locked, as he soon discovered; but it was the work of a few seconds only for him to pass one of his little steel tools under the clasp, and sc; to force it open. He raised the lid, and he discovered at a glance that he had been fortunate in the selection of the room. There was scarcely more than the two bombs them selves inside the trunk, save that they were lying snugly imbedded in a wad of cotton. They were not large, either of them, each being about the size of an ordinary apple ; and without hesitation he took them in his hands dropped them into the side pockets of his coat. "I'lt'have to walk on eggs for. a while now," he mur mured, to himself. "It wouldn't do for me to let anything jar me at this stage of the game." He turned and passed out of the room and down the stairs again. Then he rapidly entered the bath room, lighted the gas, and closed the door just at the instant when he heard the parlor door at the foot of the stairs open once again. He knew that madame, or one of the men, had come out of the room to ascertain what had become of him, and after a moment he was positive that it was the woman, for he could hear her light footfall on the stairs as she ascended. He coughed loudly, and at the same time turned on the water in the washbowl, as if he had no idea of his locality; and he stamped and blew his nose to make himself all the more manifest, and to give the impression that he was engaged in washing his hands, and that in rather a noisy manner. The noise made by the running water prevente
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NEW NICK CARTER WRF.KLY. .thougb the circles of gold still clung about her wrists like bracelets. Next, her ankles. The chain there had been affixed in the same manner, and Yvonne had but to raise her skirts to the tops of her boots while Nick upon the floor and cut the golden links. He rose to his feet hastily then, and, having pressed one of his extra revolvers into her hand, he uttered the one word, "Wait!" and hastily left the room, closing the door behind him, but leaving it unlocked. The hall was still deserted, and he stepped into the bath room again, and turned off the light. The intense quiet below was ominous, he thought, as he descended the stairs; and when he reAched the door which opened into the parlor, he hesitated. '!I worlder if I fooled her?" he mused. "Madame Tur.:. vanieff is not a woman who is readily deceived, notwith standing what I have accomplished to-night. I did that through very boldness and recklessness, but now I've got a notion that they suspect what I am up to." After a moment he reached out, turned the knob of the door, threw it open, and at the same stepped backward out of the way, in case there should be any body awaiting 'him there. But nothing appeared. The way before him seemed to be open and clear, and he passed through into the parlor. The party he had left was still seated around the table in the back parlor. Madame was there in her accustomed place at the hea:d of the table, and she raised her eyes and smiled at him when he entered. There was only one missing from the room, and Nick noticed with some concern that it was the man, Sacha, who had disappeared-Sacha, into whose trunk he had broken, and from whom he had stolen the bombs. "If he bas gone to his room," thought Nick, "it won't be long there will be something doing here, for hei can discover his loss with half an eye, if he happens to rest it upon that steamer trunk." "I thought you had gone to see our prisoner," said madame1 with a smile. "I did," replied Nick, boldly. "Indeed I" said madame, still smiling. "And did you succeed?" "No; the door was locked." "Do you mean that you actually tried the door?" "Cex:tainly. I thought you were still there." "Oh! Then it was I for whom you were searching?" "'Need you ask such a question?'' Madame shrugged her shoulders and laughed aloud. "She will not retire; she refuses to accept the comforts I offer her; she resents the two chains of which I have used in decorating her, notwithstanding the fact that I might have used steel ones just as well, if I were nt so fastidious." "Where is Sacha?" asked Nick, abruptly. "Gone to his room," replied madame, placidly. "l ex pressed a wish to see the bombs he has made, for the blowing up of Nick Carter's house. He has to fetch them." Nick left the table and strolled over to the mantel, turn ii_Ig and leaning against it in such a manner that he had the entireroom in front of him. "Have you finished?" madame. "You have eaten nothing, and drank less." "Blavatski's beer did not agree with me," replied Nick. Madame rose and came toward him with a glass o wine in her hand. "Take this," she said. "It will do you good." "No; thank you. Not now. Not at present. perhaps." "Can it be possible that my strong man is ill?" "No, indeed! Not ill. Merely indifferent. I am not accustomed to such high living. You must remember that I was seven years dead, and that I ate nothing which could be callep food during that time." All the while, as he was speaking, he was in:.. tently for the 'return of Sacha. Madame Tt.i:rvanieff still stood before him, only a few feet distant, and "She was watching him all the while with that strange smile on her beautiful features, and with that catJike purring in her manner. '.'Won't you return to the table ?'1t she asked him now. "In a moment, madame. Pray excuse me for a -mo-ment.': "You are really ill ?" "No; I am really.,..--,-" He paused abruptly, for at that instant the parlor door opened, and Sacha entered. It was plain to everybody, the instant he entered the room, that he was laboring under great excitement; and he came forward rapidly, heading straight toward Nick. Bpt he had not passed the threshold of the door be tween the two rooms, before he came to a halt. glaring at Nick Carter in wild-eyed terror. Even Madame Tur vanieff uttered a half. shriek and started away from Nick, pausing only when her back was against the chair in which she had been seated at the table. And well they might. Nick Carter had quietly taken the two murderous bombs from his pockets, stood, still leaning idly against the mantel, holding them in his hands in such a manner that if he released them they would fall upon the stone hearth at his feet.

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' 24 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "You have them! You have Ulem! It was you who desecrated my trunk and robbed me I" cried Sacha, in great excitement. "For God's sake, don't drop them I" cried madame, in the same breath. And the remainingguests seemed to shrink into them selves until they became perceptibly smaller. Not a person in all that roomful seemed to dare to move, lest the bombs should be exploqed. Sacha drew a revolver from one of his pockets and pointed it at Nick; but the detective only laughed at him. "Shoot," he said, "if you eare to 'do so. Then it will be you who explode the bombs; not I, Sacha." "You have robbed me I" shouted Sacha, nevertheless returning the pistol to his pocket. "Yes, I robbed you," replied Nick, calmly. "Why? Why r" gasped madame. "Because I wished to see the bombs which are to blow up the detective." "But why? Why?" ':I felt an interest in them. I wished to see how big they were." "Well," exclaimed Sacha, huskily, for terror was still great, "now that you have seen them, and know how big they are, return them to me, and I will take them back again, and place them in the trunk." "Not yet," replied Nick, still with exasperating calm ne&s. "Why did take them from the trunk at all{'; asl;ced madame, who had now recovered her accustomed de meanor, althouih she was very white and very wide-eyed still. "Why?." replied Nick. "Let us call it You see, madame, I once nearly fell a viCtim to one of-these things, and I had curiosity to see how they were made and what they looked like. I also had doubts about Sacha's ab1lity to use them. I think I can do it much better." "Better I Better I" shouted Sacha. "How could you do it better than I? I made them myself. I know what they contain. I have used them-or others like thembefore. Ach I indeed, they are terrible." "And powerful t asked Nick, exactly as if he were interested in the possfbilites of the bombs. "Powerful? Ach There are none so powerful as they are. They are small-yes, they are small, but if you should drop one of them now, this house and the Houses on either side of us would be torn to atoms, and there would not be a vestige of the bodies of ourselves discov ered after it, had happened." "So?" said Nick. And he raised one of them until he \o. .. t..t it in front of his eves. turningit in his fing-ers in the meantime, in a manner which brought ejaculations oft terror from every person iri the room. "For God's sake, have a care I" gasped Madame Tur vanieff. "Be assured. madame, that I will not drop it," replied Nick. "Nq, no, I know you will not drop it purposely; but an accident might happen. It might slip out of your fingers. Ah I Ivan, I pray you, return it to Sacha." "Not yet," said Nick; and then he laughed aloud, mirth fully, almost wildly. "Is it not p1easant to contemplate the fact that deathquick, painless death, is so near at hand? See! I have only to toss this in the air-so !''-and he made a motion as if he were 'actually giving them a demonstration, se curing therefrom a shriek from madame, and low-toned curses from the men-"to send us all out of our troubles together." "Are you mad, Ivan?" whispered the madame, for her terror was now so great that she could no longer speak in her natural tones. "Mad? Yes-and no. I have been dead seven years. I have told you that before, I think; but all that time I have never been really dead. It was only a pretense ; and now I wonder how it would feel if the real thing should come to us all, here together ; eh ?'' Madame Turvanieff wrung her hands togethe!' in de spair. "Ivan I Ivan!"' she muntlured, so low that her words were scarcely audible. "Do }tou remember all that was said between us, there at Blavatski's ?'' "Do I remember? Ay_; I remember. Do you?" "Indeed I remember. It shall be as you say, Ivan, if you will but return -the bombs to Sacha. You are great You are strong I You are wonderful It shall be as you say. Do you hear me? It shall be as you say." "No,'' said Nick, holding them aloft again. "I think it will be better. to drop them; for then-why, then, instead of being dead for seven years, we will all be dead together -and forever l" CHAPTER XII. THE FURY OF A MADDENED WOMAN. With a. low moan, Madame Turvanieff sank quietly back upon a chair beside her, and fainted dead away. One of the party uttered a gasp, and slid under the table. He had also fainted. The others were paralyzed with terror, so that none of them could move. Sacha stood where he had halted upon his to the room. His knees were shaking under him, and he was in momentarv cl:mP"Pr of

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. One and all who remained conscious were staring at the detective in wide-eyed terror. Nick saw that th, ey believed hirp suddenly gone mad, and he determined to make the most of the idea. "Shall I drop it?" he asked of Sacha. "No! For God's sake, no I" "Why not? The death is painless, is it not?" "Yes, y es but we do not wish to die." "No? That is strange. I was dead seven years, as you know." "It is a pity you did not stay dead seven more," growled one of the men at the table. "What's that?" deJ;11anded Nick, turning toward him and frowning. "Repeat that and I will hurl this bomb at your head,'' and he raised it threateningly. I did not mean it. Forgive me I did not mean it," gasped the man in terror. "It is well that you did not," rejoined Nick. "And you made these, Sacha, with your own hands?" "Yes ; I made them." And they will kill, kill, kill, elf? Is that it?" They will annihilate, dismember, destroy. 'l;'hey are terrible-awful!" "They are beautiful," said Nick. "Ay! they are beautiful, too I thought so when I made them," murmured Sacha, with prpfessional pride. "And you were going to use them to blow up the house of N.ick Carter, e.h ?" "Yes, yes that is what they were for." Did you make them for that purpose? ''Yes, yes i for that alone. For nothing else." "Why do you wish to blow him to pieces? What has he done to you ?" "Nothing. It was the order of the queen." Ah.l The queen. Madame, you mean ? "Ye s madame." "And that woman upstairs--did you mean to blow he.r to piece s also ?" "No no ; she was to go to Russia with the queen.'' "Do you know who that woman is? The one upstairs I mean ?" '!S he is Madame Turvanieff. A spy. A traitor." "Not so, Sacha. You are wrong.'' "Wrong? :a ow c::an I be wrong? "B,ecause yonder is Madame Turvanieff, lying on the floor in a f'\int. The woman upstairs is not Madame Turvanieff ; the woman here is. She has fooled you, Sacha That is why I stole your bombs-so I could tell you it. "Then you are not J?ad ?" "Mad? I was never more sane in my life Sacha. Yonder is Madame Turvanieff, on the floor : Go to her, for she is recovering. Help her to a chair, and ask her if I am not right.' Sacha obeyed. Indeed, he dared do nothing else than obey the man who stood at the mantel with those terrible bombs in his hands. The madame was recovering. She opened her eyes and gasped several times for breath. Then, with the assistance of Sacha, she sat up right on the floor. For a moment the recol_lection of 'Yhat had occurred seemed to have flown from her, but when her eyes traveled to Nick, and she saw him still standing there with the deaoly bombs in his hands, she remembered. "Ask her, said Nick to Sacha. "Madame," said Sacha, trembling like an aspen under the double strain, "I van says that the woman upstairs is not Madame Turvanieff; he says that you are Madame Turvanieff.'' The statement was all that was needed to bring the madame thoroughly to her senses "He says what? she demanded. "He says that you are Madame Turvanieff.'' "Tell the tt:uth, madame, for once in your life," said Nick, sternly. "Confess that you are Madame Turvanieff yourself-the womari who has been denounced as a traitor. Tell the truth I Tell the truth I" "It is not the truth. It is a lie I A lie I" "Tell him," continued Nick, "how you came to America at the command of the czar, and not because you were sent here by any circle of nihilists. Tell them that.'' "It is a lie I A lie 1" she repeated. "Tell them," continued the detective again, "how you and Marakoff and others believed you had decoyed the Japanese prince into your power at gam,bling ltouse in Washington, and how you intended to abduct him-by tommand of the czar. Tell them that.'' "It is a lie! A lie I" she moaned. ''Tdl them how a_ gentleman, you suppeseci to be a member of the prince's suit, visited you at Marakoff s gambling house, and gambled with all the Russians there, beating them all, and winning the hateful Russian money, which he would not accept he had won it.'' "A lie! A lie! A lieC' "Tell them how that same supposed Jap struck your despicable husband, whose name is Turvanieff, and knocked him into insensibility; and tell them how, later when Turvanieff attacked him, that same supposed Jap raised the big man in his arms and threw him bodil y against the wall, so that he fell away from it, a cripple for life. Tell them that.'' Madame Turvanieff was low in her chair and her eyes were blazing into Nick's.

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "And you! You!" she gasped, huskily. "Who are CHAPTER XIU. you?" THE ODDS ON THE OTHER SIDE. "Tell them," continued Nick, without heeding her exMadame Turvanieff, in her rage, had either forgotten or her question, ''how the supposed prince and the bombs, or she did not care for them ; perhaps she even the Jap, who injured your husband, were taken in a carwished that they might be exploded, and so tear them all riage from the gambling house, by Marakoff and another, to pieces. t and how,' on their way to the wharf where your yacht-But it was not fated that any member of that party was the property of the Russian Government, by whom you to fall a victim to those bombs. were and are employed-was lying, they overpowered So intent had they all become upon the scene which Marakoff and his companion. Tell them that." was being enacted before them, in the denunciation of She cowered still lower in her chair, and her eyes blazed Tutvanieff which everyone was forced to believe at Nick Carter still savagely; but this time she utwas true, that not' one in the party heard or saw the tered no word of reply. door of the parlor open, and Yvonne de Tierney glide into "Tell them how the men on the yacltt were captured. the room. Tell them how one of the women there-one of your For a moment she stood there in the middle of the friends and companions, employed as for the Rusparlor, watching and listening. In fact, she had been sian Government-threw a bomb, like thts one, at the just of the door for a long time, and she under head of the supposed Jap, and how he caught the bomb, stood the situation thoroughly. carried it on deck and threw Tell them And there was one thing which she understood even that." better than himself, and that was the un"Yoti, you, you, .. muttered the her glowgovernable ftiry of a woman when she is maddened be-ing like the eyes of a tigeress. yond control. "Tell them how you were ordered out of the At first she opened the door a little, and very silently, by the secretary of state, and how you sent matd and peered into the room. home to Russia in your place, and how you be-From her position she could see Nick standing near hind in order that you might have an opportumty to the mantel with the two bombs in his hands; and, being vengeance upon the man who had made it impossiin part, at least,. Russian, and having had much to do with ble for you to secure promotion for yourself and your husRussian affairs, she knew and realized thoroughly the band from the czar. Tell them that." terrible danger that reposed in them. The woman's face relaxed into a smile i but it a When she stepped into the room and a position deadly ominous one. And her eyes-they were ternble. froln which she could get a view of the features of They glowed with' the fire of unquenchable fury; they Madame Turvan'ieff, she realized that the woman wou1d were like the eyes of a tigress, maddened beyond endurattack Nick before .he completed his denouncement, ance." .bombs or no bombs; and she kQew that such an attack them, continued Nick, relentlessly, "of tne letter that the missiles would be t-o the floor, ana you 'Marakoff and how you told. him. if that the as well as every person in the house, but patient, you wot)ld find a way tp,' lll!fl would be blown to atoms. men know who Marakoff is. They know that he ts spy True, she thought only of Nick at that moment; not' of of Russia's Teii them that you are Mar: berscli or others who were there. akoff's ie1i them that!" kealiiing. an tnis,: she knew that the only hbpe of aavShe straighterted up in her chair and glared at the ing him-and all the others, as well-existed in the bare tective. possibility that she could possess herself of tl?-ose terrible "1 know you now, you devil'! You fiend !" she breathed, implements of death before Madame Turvanieff should "You are Nick Carter! You are Nick Carmake her attack. ter I'' It was a critical for all of them-extremely replied Nick, "I am Nick Carter; and you, critical for Yvonne de Tierney; but she did not hesitate. Madame have your last card in this Like a shadow she forward, and so intense was game." the preoccupation p the others who were there, that they Then she acted. neither saw nor heard her. With sudden fury she tore a dagger from her bosol1't, and leaped, like a tigress, full at Nick Carter, where he st'ood at the mantel, with the two terrible bombs in bis hands. Sacha stood with his toward her, and, like the. others, he had; for the forgotten the bombs, and kept his eyes fixed upon Madame Turvanieff while she writhed under the of Nick Carter's denouncement.

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NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 27 -And so Yvonne glided past him unseen and unseen by his companions as well. Thus she crept nearer and nearer to the detective, where he was standing by the mantel, until she was al most at his side, but just enough back of him so that he did not see her. And all the time Yvonne watched the eyes of the woman in the which were flaming into Nick's with such ungovernable fury. Yvonne saw the pupils dilate more and more, and then narrow themselves into little slits. She saw the gljnt of red in them, as you may have seen it appear in the eyes of a maddened bull. She saw the twitching of the woman's fingers; the swell ing of the glands in her throat, the hardening into corru gation of the lines of her forehead ; the contraction of her lips, which brought her teeth into view, in the manner of a dog, snarling with rage. She saw all this, and she understood what it meant She only prayed that she could reach Nick Carter's side .in time. Yvonne knew the instant when the woman was ready to spring, and she was just that one instant too quick for Madame Turvanieff. She was at Nick Carter's side already, and as Madame Turvanieff reached for the dagger in her bosom, Yvonne spoke. What she said was in a low, quiet tone, 'for she did not wish to startle ..Nick, or to distract his attention; but the words were uttered so rapidly that they were out even as the woman with the dagger tore it from her bosom and leaped to her feet. "Nick I" she said. "The bombs Give them to me !" And as she uttered the words, her two hahds were thrust forward and they seized upon the deadly missiles in Nick Carter's grasp. Instantly he relinquished his hold upon -them, for he knew the quiet voice that had spoken in his ear, and he had perfect confidence in its owner. Incidents may follow one another with lightning-like rapidity, and yet each have its own separate interval, however infinitesimal it may be. This was one of those occasions when fractions of time were computed into the millionth parts of seconds. Time, without measure or the possibility of measurement-and yet, time-an interval. The leap of a tigress could not have been more sudden than the onslaught of Madame Turvanieff when she flew at the detective, and yet, between the contraction of her muscles in preparation for the leap, the actual act, there was time for what Yvonne de Tierney had to do. She seized the bombs. The detective released them to her even as he saw the dagger of Madame Turvanieff de scending upon him. There was no time for him to seize her wrists. He could do but guard, and he threw up his arm, as a pugilist wa'rds off a blow, and so caught the descent of her hand which held the dagger across his forearm. Even then he did not entirely stop it. He felt the point of the weapon touch him and enter his flesh upon his shoulder; but he knew that he had knocked the arm which held the weapon back again, before it had pierced too deeply. But now she full upon him. She was tearing at him with her teeth and nails, and striving, with all her might, to tear loose the hand which he had now seized, and which contained the weapon. But Nick bent that wrist backward until the fingers relaxed, and the dagger dropped to the floor.. Then he flung the woman from him into the chair, and turned just in time to see Sacha reach over the shoulders of Yvonne and tear the two deadly bombs out of her grasp ; just in time to know that now the tables were turned upon him, and that the odds were on the other side. CHAPTER XIV. THE REAL HERO OF THE FIGHT. With the possession of the bombs transferred to Sacha -and every eye in the room witnessed the act, save those of Madame Turvanieff, who seemed to have shrunk into herself after that one burst of furious rage and who was now dazed and half unconscious-the men around the table who had, until now remained paralyzed with terror, leaped to their feet and started forward. They believed, readily enough, that the woman who had attacked Nick Carter was the real Madame Turvanieff, but they were none the less certain that the de tective was their enemy. Yvonne, realizing that she had lost whatever advantage she had gained, shrank back into a corner and drew the pistol which Nick Carter had placed in her hands in the room on the second floor. Things happen quickly in such crises. There was no time for consideration or for planning. Almost at the very instant when Nick saw Sacha seize\ the bombs from the hands of Yvonne, the men who had gathere,jl around the table, flung themselves upon him. Nick Carter, the terril;>le Nick Carter, whom they dreaded and feared-, was practically in their power;. he was there before them; they believed that all they had to do was to fall upon him and capture him. They believed, also, that if they permitted him to cape, they would suffer dire consequences, and-well, they had but one thought, one idea, and that was to capture him, or to kill him, and it was a matter of small moment which. Sosudden was the attack, so quick was their forward movement the instant when they realized that Sacha had repossessed himself of the bombs, that Nick had not even the opportunity to throw into his hands either of the little weapons he carried in his sleeves-those weapons which were attached to his arms by spiral springs, and which he could make use of so quickly and so dexterously. It was Orloff and Peter, the compatriots of Sacha, who were in advance of the others in that attack, and it was Orloff who reached Nick Carter first.

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28 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. It was his misfortune, also, for Nick's fist bught him square'ly on the point of the jaw and fractured it, and, at the same time, the fellow was driven backward like a bat tering-ram, and so suddenly that the back of his head struck Peter in the face and effectually put him out of pusiness, also. And now the detective's blood was up. There were so many concerned in the attack upon him that it gave him an advantage. They got in one another's way. One impeded the ac tions of another. They fought without system and with out sense, for they were still under the influence of the terror they had so lately experienced. On the other hand, Nick was cool, determined, fearless a,nd relentless. More, he was fighting for Yvonne rather than for him self-Yvonne, who stood bravely and silently in her cor ner, waiting-waiting, and never once doubting the out come of that unequal struggle. The revolver was still in her hand, and raised, ready for instant use ; but she could make no use of it thenat least, she did not dare do so her bullet should in jure Nick, who was the very center of that struggling mass. The first blow which Nick struck was followed quickly and rapidly by others. This was the moment in Nick Carter's life when the punching-bag-exercises, with which he got up his circulation every morning when at home, came in handy. The heads and the bodies. of his opponents were as so many different positiqns of the punching bag, and he struck them with the same unerring rapidity that he used in his exercises. The men in front of him went down beneath his blows like so many tenpins, one after another and many of them to remain where they fell, insensible. But all his blows could not be so terrifie. S6me of them were necessarily given with a short-arm effect, and the man hit would leap to his feet again to renew the at tack. Removed from the combatants, and standing in the doorway between the rooms, was, Sacha, with the two deadly bombs still in his hands. But Nick had no fear of those, for he kaew that Sacha would not da:re to Make use of them, knowing, as he did, that the explosion of one of them would mean death to them all-and to himself as well. 1 More, Nick realized that Sacha did not dare even to lay them aside in order to join in the fight, lest they should again fall into the hands of his enemies, or that some sud den jolt might explode them; and so he stood there, like 1 Yvonne, a mere spectator. Yvonne perceived this at almost the same instant, and she crept away from her corner, toward Sacha, until she was within a few feet of him. Then she raised her pistol and pointed the muzzle directly at one of the bombs. "Back I" she cried, in Russian. "Walk backward to the front door, or as sure as you are a living man I will fire and explode the bomb !u He saw the determination in her face and eyes, and he obeyed. And so she drove him backward, step by step, through the front parlor and into the hall. compelling him to keep his face toward her, and to tum as she bade him do, until she "commandea hiin to halt with his back against the post of the balustrade, and with her almost against the front door of the house. With hef'disengaged hand she reached behind her and turned the knob; and then she backed still further through the shallow vestibule until she was enab1ed to open the outside door also. Even as she was fumbling for the knob behind her, there came a pounding on the door, and, as she opened it, Patsy, followed by three men, two of whom were po licemen, dashed past her into the house. The third man who followed Patsy was Connets. His clothing was like a sheet of ice, and his whole appearance was as if he ha'd been immersed in the center of an ice berg since the glacial period-but he was Conners, none less, and with all Conners' sterling bravery and dar mg. He took in the situation at a glance. With one bound he was at Sacha's side. "Give me those things r he demanded ; and he reached up and took them from him, while Sacha, with a sHriek of terror at what he believed to be a ghost, fled up the stairs. T.hen, with the bombs in his hands, Conners led the way into the parlor. But he halted in the very center of the floor, and smiled. Tqere were nine insensible men stretched upon the floor in the back parlor, amid the debris of the wrecked supper table, a.nd there were three others, apparently un hurt, crouching at the side of the room, while Nick; Carter stood again by the mantel with a revolver in either hand, leveled at them. He had won the fight single handed-won it before the assistance arrived. Madame Turvanieff had slipped from her chair to the floor, and when they attempted to lift her, they found that she was quite dead ; and there were flecks of foam upon her lips which showed how she had died-by poison, self administered. "You see," said Conners, later, when he explained, "when those fellows tapped me on the head, I recovered consciousness almost as soon as they got me in the car riage; they had bound me, and I could do nothing. However, I heard them talking, and I heard this address; also that they intended to meet here to plan for the wrecking of your house, Nic)i;, so when they chucked me into the river with the weight tied to my wrists, and the weight tore the cords from my wrists, and some of the flesh with it, 1 came directly here, as soon as I got out. I ran all the way, so I wasn't cold. Outside thre door I found Patsy and the two cops. Pat had heard the noise of the fight, and had just got the cops. I reckon you Rnow the rest." Nick turned, with a smile, to Yvonne. "Gentlemen," he said, "here is the real hero of the oc casion. But for Nfadame de Tierney, and her bravery and thoughtfulness, we should all have been blown to atoms when the woman sprang at me." THE END. Next week's issue, No. 425., will contain "DaringD,an, the Human Mystety; or, Nick Carter's SmoothesrFoe.''

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY THE BEST DETECTIVE STORIES IN THE WORLD '383-Kidnaped in Broad Daylight; or, Nick Carter on His Own Trail. 384-The Giant's Double; or, The World's Two Strongest Men. 385-The Secret Order of Associated Crooks; or, The Confederated Criminal Tnist. 386---When Aces Were Trumps ; or, A Hard Game to Play. 387-The Gambler's Last Hand; or, The Little Giant Wins Out. 388-The Murder at Linden Fells ; or, The Mys-. tery of the Cadillac Needle. 389--Mercedes Danton's Double; or, A Plot for Many Millions. 390-The Millionaire's Nemesis; or, Paul Roger's Oath of Vengeance. 391-A Princess of the Underworld; or, The Mysterious Burglary at Lakeview. 39.2-A Queen of Her Kind; or, A Beautiful Woman's Nerve. 393-Isabel Benton's Trump Card; or,. Desperate Play to Win. 394-A Princess of Hades; or, The Reappear ance of Dazaar, the Fiend. 395-A Compact with Dazaar ; or, The Devil Worshiper's Den. 3-In the Shadow of Dazaar; or At the Mercy of Vampires. 397-The Crime of a Money-King; or, The Bat tle of the Magnates. 398-The Terrible Game of Millions; or, Tracking Down the Plotters. 399-A Dead Jdan's Power; or, The Mystery of a Telephone Number 4oo-The Secrets of an Old House ; or, The Crime of Washington Heights. 401-The House with the Open Door ; or The Double Crime of Madison Avenue. 40.2The of Assassination; or, The Detective's Double Disguise. 403The Broteerhood of the Crossed Swords ; or, The Little Giant's Mighty Task. 404-The Trail of the Vampire; or, The Mys terious Crimes of Prospect Park. 405-The Demons of the Night; or, The Terrors of the Idol's Cavern. 4o6The Captain of the Vampire ; or, Smugglers of the Deep Sea. 407-A Bank President's Plot; or, Three Vil lains of a Stripe. 4QS..:-.The Master Criminal; or, With the Devil in His Eye. -409-The Carruthers Puzzle; or, Nick Carter's Best Disguise. 41o-Inez, the Mysterious; or, The Master Crim inal's Mascot. 411-The Criminal Queen's Oath; o r, The Dif ference Between Two. 412-The Point ,of a Dagger; or, The Criminal Queen's Madness. 413-Doctor Quartz, the Second ; or, The Great Freight Car Mystery. 414-Doctor Quartz, the Second, at Bay; or, A Man of Iron Nerve. 415-The Great Hotel Murders; or, Doctor Quartz's Quick Move p6-Zanoni, the Woman Wizard; or, The Ward of Doctor Quartz. 417-The Woman Wizard's Hate; or, A Danger ous Foe. 418-The Prison Demon; or The Ghost of Dr. Quartz. 419-Ni<;k Carter and the Hangman's Noose; or, Dr. Quartz on Earth Again. -420-Dr. Quartz's Last Play; or, A Hand with a Royal Flush. 4.21-Zanotii, the Transfigured; or, Nick Car ter's Phantom Mascot. Command of the Czar; or, Nick Car ter's Boldest Defiance. ALL OF THE ABOVE NUMBERS ALWAYS ON HAND. IF YOU CANNOT OET TI:JEM FROM YOUR NEWSDEALER, FIVE CENTS PER COPY WILL BRINO THEM TO YOU BY MAIL, POSTPAID St t & S th PUBLISHERS, N y k ree ffil 238 William St., ew or

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YOUNfi ROUfiH RIDERS .WEEKLY tTed Strong's Rough Riders; or, The Boys of Black Mountain .2Ted Strong's Friends; or, The Trial of Ben Tremont. 3-Ted Strong's War Path; or, The Secret of the Red Cliffs. 4-Ted Strong's Stratagem; or, Saving a Boy's Honor. 5-Ted Strong's Ride for Life; or, Caught in the Circle. 6-Ted Strong on the Trail; or, The Cattle Men of Salt Licks. 7-Ted Strong in Montaqa; or, Trouble at the Blackfoot Agency. Strong's Nerve ; or, Wild West Sport at Black Mountain. 9Ted Strong's Rival; or, The Cowboys of Sunset Ranch. to-Ted Strong's Peril; or, Saved by a Girl. 1 1-Ted Strong's Gold Mine; or, The Duel at Rocky Ford. 12-Ted Strong's Lawsuit; or, Right Against Might. 13-Ted Strong's Railway Trip; or, An Unsolved Mystery. 14-Ted. Strong's Mission; or, Taming a Tender foot. IS-Ted Strong's Might; or, The Cross Against the Sword. 16-Ted Strong's Puzzle; or, The Golden Mesa. I7-Ted Strong in the Chaparral; or, The Hunt at Las Animas. IS-Ted Strong's Forethought; or, King of the Mes;1. 19-Ted Strong in the Land of Little Rain; or, Bud Morgan's Vengeance. .2o-Ted Strong's Water Sign; or, .In Shoshone Land. .21-Ted Strong's Steadiness; or, The Cattle Rustlers of Cedso. 22Ted Strong's Land Boom; or, The Rush for a Homestead. .23-Ted Strong's Indian Trap; or, Matching Craft with Craft. 24-Ted Signal; or, Racing with Death. .25-Ted -strong's Stamp Mill; or, The Woman in Black. .26-Ted Strong's Recruit; or, A Hidderi Foe. .27-Ted ,Strong's Discovery; or, The Rival Miners. .28---Ted Strong's Chase ; or, The Young Rough Riders on the Trail. .29-Ted Strortg's Enemy; or, An Uninvited Guest. 3o-Ted Strong's Triumph ; or, The End of the ... Contest. 31-Ted Strong in Nebraska ; or, The Trail to Fremont. 32-Ted Strong in Kansas City; or, The Last of the Herd. 33The Rough Riders in Missouri; or, In the Hands of His Enemy. 34-The Young Rough Riders in St. Louis; or, The Lehgue of the Camorra. 35-The Young Rough Riders in Indiana; or, The Vengeance of the Camorra. 36-The Young Rough Riders in Chicago ; or, Bud Morgan's Day Off. 37--:-The Young Rough Riders in Kansas ; or, The Trail of the Outlaw. 38---The Young Rough Riders in the Rockies; or, Fighting in Mid Air. Young Rough Rider's Foray; or, The Mad Horse of Raven Hill. 4o-The Young Rough Rider's Fight to the Death; or, The Mad Hermit of Bear's Hole. 41-The Young Rough Rider's Indian Trail; or, Okanaga, the Cheyenne. Young Rough Rider's Double; or, Un masking a Sham. 43-The Young 'Rou .gh Rider's Vendetta; or, The 1 House of the Sorceress. F'IV:& C:&NTS AT ALL N:&"VV'SD:&ALERS, OR STREET SMITH, 238 Willhun. NEW YORK. -----. .-,. ...

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B I )lAMOND DICK WEEKLY I Con:taln.ln.g t:he 1\.::l:ost: Un.lque an.d Fas m *-cln.at:l:n.g Tal.es o:f West:ern. Ro'man.ce 399-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Queerest Case; or, 417-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Dutch Mascot; or, The Lions of Lodestone. Wet Goods at Tickabo. 4oo-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Closest Call; ot, The 418-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Serpent Queen; ;.u Strike at the Anaconda. or, The Secret of the Peso-la-ki. m = 401-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Abduction; or, The 419-Diamond Dick's Specter; or, The Phantom *. Mix-Up at Peaceful Pocket. that Won Out. W 40.2-Diamond Dick, Jr., in the Ozark Hills; or, 42o-Diamond Dick's Pay Car; or, Foiling the i:f! The Vendetta of Death. Hatchet-Boys. 403-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Moonshiners; 421-Diamond Dick in Grubstake; or, How the or, The Pirates of Big Stone Bend. Trappers Were Trapped. 404-Diamond Dick, Jr., in Arkansas; or, Fight422-Diamond Dick and the Bond Thieves; or, ii ing the Flatboatmen. Handsome Harry's Barrel of Trouble. 405-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Clean Score; or, Beat423--Diatnond Dick, Jr.'s, Mid-Air Battle; or, ing the Nabob of Buckskin Bar. The Death Trail of Lightning-thati*! 4o6--Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Wreckers; or, Strikes. \:ii! The New Recruit from Call-Down. 4.24-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Black-Hands; = 407-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the: River Thieves; or,. On the Trail of the Freebooters. or, The House-Boat Mystery. 425-Diamond Dick's Lone Hand; or, A G;ime ij:! 4o8-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Showman; or, of Tag at tfte Tin Cup Ranch. = Handsome Harry's Circus. Dick, Jr., and the "Knock Down" 409-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Haunted Men; or, A Mix-Up at Forty Miles an *House; or, Th\1 Ghosts of Quivaro. Hour. ij:! 41o-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s; Long Shot; or, A Mis427-,.Diamond Dick, Switch-off; or, A play at Tonto Pass. Close Shave at Razor Gap. 411-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Circus Sharps; 428-Diamond Dick's Christmas Gift; or, A Full !I?. or, Crooked Work at Flushville. House at Pocomo. 412-Diamond Dick's Blaclc Flyer; or, The Raid 429-Diamond Dick Among the Mail or, of the Tickabo Terrors. A Round with the Postal Grafters. 413-Diamond Dick's I':Tre;1S'Ure Train; or, Run 43o-Handsome Harry'.s Hard Fight; or, 'Jhe = !4! Down on the Trestle. Queec Mystery .Of. the Five Gang. ij! 414-Diarnond Dick, Jr.'s, Night Ride; or, The 431-Handsome Harry on the Wolfs Trail; or, *. Fight for the "Way-up-in-G" Mine. The Train Robber's Ambush. =. 415-Diamond Dick's Signal; or, The Sympathy Harry's Strangle Hold; or, The *. 6-D' Strikde a0t. SkJ9,pladp.th S db H Pdretty ? thQe !3 41 lamon lC an e an aggers; or, 433an smne arry s UlC est or; ; Queer Work in the Private Car. Drawing the Sting frorn a Gila. m__ m All of th6 above numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your .. 'iJ newsdealer, five cent per copy will bring them to you by m .all, ""' ; i STREET & SMITH, Publishers I ij:! 238 STR:E:ET, N:E"W YORK

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