Nick Carter's girl detective; or, What became of the crown jewels


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reil acco!lling Act of Oong1ess in the year 1898 by Sl!eet II: Smilh, in the Ojftce of the Lib1mian of Oongress, Washington, D. 0. Ente1etl as class 1J.fatte1 the New Y01le, .N. Y., Post Office. 1ed weekly. SttbscrtlJlwn JJI'tce, $'.!.50 pe1 yem. Jmmw Y 22, 1898. 56. STRI.BT & S't!Tll, Pnbllshers. NE W YORK. 29 Rose St., N. Y. 5 C ents C K 6IRL DETECTIVE ; OR, WHAT i fCAME OF THE CROWN JEWELS. By the Author of "NICK CARTER." .,. CHAPTER I. THE CARRIER DOVE. protected pane of glass in the ol<'l bar had already been smashed out. A hot fusilade rained aloit. A stone Slug llim !" chip ski1tJmed the wing of the bird. Gimme another stone, Jimmy!" It fluttered down a yard or two, and Hi! you hit his wing that time." then apparently exhausted, cluno with Wait till I get my its to the top of a loose a!f a cloten ragged boys ac, Renewed shouts greeted this partial. m one of those chauctenstrc 't>ee:.ioss ;0 d;sabHng the h;ghtened b;rd. 1es that the tenement d1stnct came running up with a slungv York City famous for constant van-s another with an air onn. and animation, da.y and night. "Pop him over!" "' 1\. rickety old block of frame buildings Rat-tat-bang. lt had hived the poorest classes of the "Here! 'iVhat are you up to?" for wel1 on to I:a_Jf a century The sharp challenge instantly fixed the ,; 111 progress of demollt10n, and the attention of every marksman on the most dormered corner of its un-speaker. ched end was the centre of interest for "Who are vou ?" blurted ant half a nob of eager urchins. score of pngn;cious voices, while as many Circling about it, fluttering against the eyes sized up a strong-faced and strongsed shutters, beating its wings along limbed young fellow, whose poise, tone line of little attic windows, was a and steady return glance told tl1at he was w-white pigeon. not to be trifled with. The idle, loitering crowd below had 1f this individual had care<'! to. be con-.,; ervecl it, and with the clamor and zest fidential, he would have infori'ue
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2 NICK OAHTER WEEKLY vaned in this vandal-like manner, he an swered effectively: "The worst kind of a scrapper, when I get mad.'' "Oho !" "And don't you make me hot torment-ing that poor, dumb creature any further.'' "Yah! Give him a do se! "Try it. How's that? And that? Now fly, you young blackbirds! or I'll have a special from the humane society down on you in a twinkling." Jack Burton knocked two frowsy heads together belonging to a belligerent duo who showed fight, and sent three others spinning who were stooping for missilec:;. These made off promptly, but half a dozen others massed at a s ull e n, stubborn stand. "You don't own the pigeon!" mumbled their disgruntled spokesman. "Do yon?" "Much as anybody." "Then give it a square chance. If yo u can get it without harming it that's fair play, but batter and bang and mutilate it yo u won't, for I shan't l e t you." The dove took a brief flight just here. It essayed to reach the ro of, failed, and fluttered in between two cornice blocks, only the tips of some white feathers show in g Like an ostrich sticking its frightened head out of view, it presented a tempting pose for a spry dim ber. Such a o ne instantly darted from the group-a supple young urchin who seemed built on wires. H e made a jump for a corner water spout. Then up it, agile as a monkey, he clambered aloft. 'rwo feet from the half hidden dove, just abont to stretch out his hand to seize it, a disappointed chorns went up from the engrossed watchers below. The pigeon skimmed his touch. It go t to the roof, swayed at a shingle edge and then went over it ont of view. ''That set tles it!" "You're no good!" The urchin above made a grimace at his friend's derision, starte d to slip down the pipe, but, pausing, pnt ont o n e hand. It was to turn the slats of the nearest shutters and take a curious look into th room beyond. "Murder!'' In a yell, in a howl, the boy made th echoes ring. He came down so fast that it was mor like a tumble than a slide. He landed all in a bunch, and wit eves blinking fearfully and a chalky pa l lor streaking his face where it was no grimed, bolted out: "He's there!" "Who's there?" demanded Jack startled quite a little by the boy's fright ened, breathless manner. "Old Max, the miser!" "Who's he?" "The man who has lived up there fo ten years, all aloue with his pet pig eons. '' "Thought he movea when the did?" insinuated an outside voice. "He's there, I t ell you!" "Suppose he is?" The urchin's eyes dilated worse tha ever. "Sitting up stright as a poker!" "well?" "That's why hi s pigeon can't get in., "What is?" "He's dead!" A thrill went the rounds-Jack himself could feel it as if one of a magnetic cirde. "Stone dead!" '"'"See here, what are you talking about?'' J ack gave the parrot-voiced, incoherent yo ungster a s hake and brought him face to f ace "You're h e went on. !'No w then, get your wits back. What's scared you?'' "I told you," chattered the urchin"oh, how he stared! Saw him through the blinds. Guess I'm going Claffy. I can see him now-everywhere. Ugh! I want to go home." The speaker was unmistakably un nerved. H e shivered and shrank. The discovery, however, that sent his wits out of joint and strnck his compan ions dumb, see med to rally all Jack's ani mation and interes t to a steady focus. A tragedy, a mvstery, stumbled over by others aucl producing fright or morbid

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into the Jade the as more nd with lky pal was not J ack, I f r i ght r e for t pig-others than t in mself f c cir-!king e rent face 'Now cared Jlll Oilgh I can want un-his pan ani-over rbid NICK CARTER WEEKLl'. 3 curiosity only, was to him a signal call to duty. He was not out looking for such, but he never let such pass him by without that same schooled attention that had made the eye, the nerve and the great humane heart of Nick Carter score up a mighty debt of gratitude and justice from those he had benefited. A dead man in the lonely attic of a dis mantled building-"old Max; the miser" -a white dove frantically beating its life out trying to get in to its dead master why, here wer'= all the elements of the biggest kind of a sensation! All that was sentimental, however, gave instant place to the intensely practical in Jack's nature. He had the record at Nick Carter's headquarters of being practically level headed in cases of exigency-a pupil who never went to pieces, no matter how in tense the strain of excitement. "Here you-quick!" he called out sharply. His keen eye had promptly searched ont the coolest of the staring mob, and the selected one slonched forward. ":\Ie ?" "Yes, you. Want to earn a quarter?" "Do 1!" Jack drew ant a card-one of his own. He hastily scrawled a message upon it. "Yon know where the nearest police station is?" he inquired. A little jeering quiver went the rounds. The urchin probably knew it, inside as well as outside, from occasional forced visits. "Take this card there-for the lieutenant. It tells him to hurry back here. Come with him, aud I'll pay you. I may want to ask you a fe,v more questions about old Max, the miser." The hoy chanced to catch sight of the printed inscription the pasteboard bore. He left a br-oken string of animated ejaculatious in his trail as he bounded away, in which "Nick Carter!" falling upou the quick ears of his compauions, seemed to go through them like a shock. Sharp-witted Jack traced the influence of the ttame in the row of half-awed, wholly inquisitive eyes fixed upon him. ''No racket, now!" he spoke sternly. "There'll be rumpus enough here when the police come. Don't go drawing a crowd." "No, sir," piped ready voices-the dis covery of Jack's iilentity had elevated him several degrees in the estimation of the unruly coterie. "A kid fly-cop!" he heard murmured. "And one of Nick Carter's!" "He's the one I've heard about-the yonng Samson." "Can break an i'!on bar with his fist!" Jack would have smiled at these exaggerated comments, if he had not been entirely serious over the business in hand. "Lively now, youngster!" he di-rected, nudging the late climber. "Yes, sir!" "How do I get up into that building? Ob, I see! Don:t any of you come follow ing." The lower part of the tenement had been pretty well torn away. A scaffolding ran across the front, an extension of the dismantling apparatus whe.re men were at work at the other end of the building. Jack scaled a stringer and crosspiece and crawled up on the staging, stepped through a sashless window, and found himself on the second floor of the place. The stairs ascending to the third story echoed out his footsteps ominously hol low. The thought that l1e was first on the scene of some umtsual tragedy urged pro fessional zeal ahead of all grewsome, morbid clread. Jack's cnrsory study of the shuttered rooms outside enabled him to proceed straight to it. It was a sort of projection of the build ing proper, and he had to go up two steps. A door swung, and he stoocl in a dark little entry. Four more feet accom plished, and he turned the knob of a door which he felt sure belonged to the apartment into which the climber had peered. It was caught on the inside, but as he rattled it Jack was sure only a frail staple hook or light safety catch opposed, and he bent all his force to remo\' e the obstacle. The door gave in very suddenly. Jack was projected forward with it. Then a singular thing happened.

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4 NICK CAR'ER WEF.KLY. Plunging ahread only lightly, he could have che.cked himself at once only for the presence of some grease on the floor. His feet struck this, one went back like a ball, caught the door and sent it shut after him with a slam. The other other foot slipped also. In vain Jack sought to rally to a balance. He went ahead, stumbling half way. across the room, fell over something and landed That was not a 11. In an instant he dis cerned a new element of ri s k and danger. His breath was shut off as if a steel hand h!td gripped his windpipe. His eyes smarted as if thrown full of cayenne pepper, and he stt.cked in air that sc alded as 'if charged with ammonia. !" he choked. "Where's the door? Why, this is s erious!" Serious? It was tragic! Snch a sense deserting sensation Jack h a c r never ex perienced befol'e. The densest fumes hovered in the air. The room was Clark, his ideas of lo.cation confused. He came up against the wall, grope d, found no door, stumbled, and every li1nb sank inert as under soln e dread paralys is. In a void, gasping way Jack looked aloft where little row of attic windows were set solid in the wo odwork. There only light came in all other windows were shuttered, and there, in a vague, dull way, he fancied a sound echoed. A tapping, swishing contact struck his dull, fading sense of hearing. A creaking pressure ended in a sudden, violent crash. Splinters of thin glass rained down. They struck the floor behind him in a rattling riot. He felt the air lift as if it was a pall. The vent given, it rushed upward with the force of a fire-damp current set loos e Still painfully panting, Jack stared as a flutt ering something w ent spinning around his head. "The pigeon!" he panted. The dove had broken in the frail win dow overhead, and had found a way to its dead master at last. He felt it strike his arm, he heard it thud to .the floor, overcome by the ch coal fumes. tfe These were clearing rapidly. Jack sta gered like a drunken man as he made flllll a window, tracing it by a few pen et streaks of light coming thronah t I chinks of the slats the climber "'outsi anc h ad opened. He almost fell across the as J a threw up the sash. The shutters were held by an o 111 fashioned iron catch. sill J ack snapped this loose, letting in and light. J a A slight murmur reached his ears fr below. An interested coterie of spec "' tors, the juvenile crowd he had left the 1 awe-eyed, stood looking up, transfix Ut like a grorlp of statues. Jack turned to take the room witht his glance. A startling sight greeted him. In a chair beside which was a littljY charcoal stove sat au old, grizzled man. "The boy was right! He is dead-O stone dead!" murmured Jack. The cause was easy to trace-a cau ir that had more r ecently very nearly give e the young cletecti\' e also his quietus P The dead man looked as if he had b e et weak and sicklv in life. t The smail pipe of the ran to the chimney, but in son1e this had slipped out. 1 t The covering cap had at once falle1 a into place, blocking any chilllney draught, while the pipe had poured out its deactly0 fumes unchecked. Asleep when this occurred or too wealct] to ren1edy the accid ent, old Max, the, miser, had met his dt-at!J. "I did right in sending for the police,' soliloquized Jack. "A case for the coroner, purely." His mission was ended, tive <;ervice conc erned. There was no 111\'Sterv here-a case of suicide or death. "Hold on!" Just about to leave the room, Jack noticed again the white pigeon. It lay exact] y at its 111 feet. Its flutterings w e re past, and as he picked it up q uite pityingly, its h e ad fell sid e way s Persecution, exhaustion, the charcoal

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NICK CARTER 5 dly. Jack sta a s he made f a few pen through tl limber outs i umes had extinguis h ed its tiny spark of if e. "Poor thing!" connnented Jack. "It must ltave been one of the old man's pels." It was a beautiful specimen of its kind, and he stroked its soiled pluiJlage softly. "Wiry, it's a carrier dove!" exclai1ned Jack the next moment. he sill as He guessed this from the fact tha t l1is b y an ol moving fing ers had m e t a little n arrow silken ribbon cro ssing its back feathers. l ettina in a Tracing 11p the harness-like bands, "' 1!]ack turned the bird ove r in his h a n d. 1 f j "Hello!" h e breathed, very curiouslv, r IJ S efars ro! with a d eci ded s t art of interest_:_ 1e o specta,,., f ld d ;] h1a d left the r 1t s got a a o e n o t e, t1e u r t fi e Unde r o n e of Jt S Wing S!" u p rans1xe room withir CHAP'l'ER II. ROXY, TIIE FLOWER GIR L. 1111. Instantly e \ery se n se of N ick C arter's was a littl yo11ng inotegee wa s o n the kee n es t a l ert. izzled man. The cliscoyery of a carrie r clove was not e is dead of itself a n e\'ery clay occurrence k To find one dead, 11nmistakabl y b earracea caus in g a m essage for its dead mast e r was a n nearly give! event l?o novel and suggestive to be quietus pa sse d !Jg l1tl y by. f he h ad bee1 "'l'l!e o l d 111a n's pigeons w e r e something more tha n p ets," so liloqui zed Jack, harcoal slo\ convince clly "A recluse a miser, running a carrier dove line the re's so m e thing v ery m ys teriou s, worth t.he l ooking t f 11 'at in this I m thinking once a e 1 'I'l 1 1 d 1 1ere was a note to oo ( at, doubled 1nev rauo 1t I t .t 1 '"'II O\'er a n d O\'e r a n d over mto the s mallest pu 1 s ( eac ) po ss ibl e compass. I Jack curio us1 y r e moved it from u ncler rdo r t oo weak the pi geo n .'s wing opened it, inspected it l\la x t.h with eagerness "Whatts this!" '"! r rrlle Jf)O lee, H e r ead the dainty lines writte n in a se or t h cl ose teminine h a ncl, with an a Jr of mingled di strus t and perplexity. f a r as cletec His eyes g r e w more startled a n d w on-d ering as he took a S "Cond perusal. ere-a plain l There w e re lwo uamcs in the n o t e, death. written: "Nick Carter." r oom, Jack "The Duke of Corva." on. These were in clear, e li gible script. tr's f ee t. The ba la nC'e was a quee r, motley jumble he picked it f crosses figures and invert e d capital e ll side\vays. etters. the c harcoal ''A cyphe r message," murmured Jack. "A littl e study at that, and Nick Carter will have it clear as noonday. He n eed s to, if I'm any judge! His name! The Duke of Corva's name! Why! is this sheer luck, or a trick of coincidence for the' very case I'm working on-or r ather blundering blindly on so far-is the case of the Duke of Corva. '' The case of the Duke of Cona had come up in Nick Carter' s detective scl!ool not three h ours since. 'fhe veteran detective had called Jack into his library that m orning, and had given him a memorandum and a photograph. It seemed that at se \' eral social functions recently held at the home of G eneral Rodney Muir, the leader of a swell Fifth avenue set, one or more of the guests had bee n robbed. A lady's diamond earri11gs, the well fill ed walle t of a t oo convivial brcker, the repeater of a young society bud-these h a d mysteri o u s l y changed h ands dtlting an e v ening's entertainment. So exclusive was the set and so mllnerous these thefts tha t the geueral, for whom Nick in his actiYe clays h a d clone some very effective wor k a111011g swi]l(l ling Ind i a n agents, had v i si t e d the v e t eran detective, begging of him to attempt in a q uiet way t o unearth the mys t e r y of the robbe ri es The crowning climax in these the general h a d report ed tl:at m orning. An h o nored guest of the set, e n r oute for his p a l atial h ollle in Spain, the Duke o f Corva, l1acl been the la s t s uff erer. A mag nificent solitaire stud had been stolen frow him, h e claim ed. The duke had begged that no n ote be t a k e n o f it, but the general had ins i stecl o n r eplacing it. He brought a photograph of the duke, and requested that whoever he detailed t o work o n the case s h ould watch its origin al close l y, as he wore a great many m o r e v aluable gem s, and he feared the thief or thieves would m ake him a special m ark for their pec ul ations He felt that as a g ue s t and a stranger' in the city the duke was his especial charge, a nd hoped to eva.de any furtl1 e r annoyance or J oss for his distinguished friend. Jack got his bearings on the case ami

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6 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. m ature d his pla n s to be present at that evening's function at t he Muir mansion, wh ere he intended to assume the role of the young socie ty detective. He was on his way to the Waldorf, wh ere the duke had an elegant suite of ro oms, intent on getting a casual look at him, when the ep:sode of the pigeon had transpired "Bolted right up against a mystery at the start!" muttered Jack in a puzzled way. '' ick' Carter's name and the Duke of Corva's name on the message found under that dove:s wing! What can it, what can this wretched, half-starved old miser have in common with General R odney Muir's distinguished guest?" Jack never wasted time on idle surmise. He saw his next move plainly; to figure out the balance of the cypher letter and get the connection. He had just placed the note in his pocket, when the sounds of excited voices and hurried footsteps proclaimed the arrival of the police In five minutes the officer::; had the de tails of the case embodied in a report. "Found dead-the cause escaping charc oal fumes,'' was the gist of their investi ga t i on s. Jack said nothing about the message found under the dead dove's wing. H e, however, questioned closely the nrchin to when he paid the promised quarter, as to the miser's habits and fri ends. "Just lived here all alone by himselfn ever had any friends,'' the youngster insisted. The police ransacked the place all over, but no trace of old Max's accredi t ed wealth was brought to light. In a closet with a barred window were found half a dozen other pigeons. The bars were of wood, and the officer broke them out. The doves, however, did not seem inclin ed to depart a t once, so he closed the door, leaving them to their own devices. Jack left the building aione. When he came to the long scaffo lding, he observed that at its other end a ladder afforded easy access to the ground. A sight of the crowd of urchins, acting as if they intended to give him an ovation, decided him on slipping away u seen. He passed down the bending, ricke platform and had nearly got to its en when he waited at a supporting string to give some one else an apportuni to pass over the intervening boards so not to put too weight on tl planks. The "some one else" was a girl about fifteen At a glance, citybred Jack took her as one of those poor flower girls who ea1 a precarious living selling little bouque t She was exceptionally neat in h dress, patched and skimped though was, and her bright, saucy face show < that hard knocks with the world h: made a keen little business woman her. ((Come across-don't be afraid directed Jack. ((Afraid Thegirl danc<'d over the bendi boards as fearlessly as if skipping a ro ((Buy a bouquet?" she smiled, co ingly. ((You take a queer place to sell y wares," commented Jack-(( thirty f above the street. ((Oh! I heard something was tlp the o l d rookery-wanted to find out wh and so took this short cnt." ((Yes, some oue suffocated by charc fumes.'' ''We useil to live there." ((Take care!" A piercing yell accompanied the wo fro11 1 above. Jack gave one quick, upwaril glance ((Look out!" he cried, and instan grabbed the girl toward him. Her basket of flowers went h urtl' down from the violence of the motion. ((W hat is it?" she vague] A terrific clatter was her answer. o t five feet away, with a horri shock there came bolting squarely do upon the scaffolding a chimney. It went throngh the planks as if t were paper, splintered the base suppo and tearing the entire scaffoldin g str ture loose sent it ti1ting over into street. J ack instantly discemed tha1i wa

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 7 ng away un position where strength would count ess than agility. ling, ricket To follow out with the framework t to its end ould be tempting a swinging fall, to go ting string own among a shower of bricks and apportunit oards would be to sink crushed into a boards so a it of debris. on th No window was near. The only stavn g prop at band was an iron s a girl o oming a foot or two out from the buildng, which had at some time or other took her i upported a sign board. Is who ear Quick as thought Jack swung one le bouquets. tal wart _ann the girl's waist. eat in Shootmg hts hand, he gras:J?ed thouah i t the stancluon JUSt as the tottenng ace caffold wreck slipped away from under world ha heir feet. woman of "Hold to me!" he directed his clinging charge. "Don't get scared." "N d afraid ever scare "That's good. I can hold on That's better." 1e Jack was a trifle surprised at a prompt, ing a rope "ntelligent movement on the part of his iled, coax urclen. The girl had relieved him of supporting to sell you er by reaching up, seizing the stanchion 'thirty fee erself, and sustaining her own weight. "You're a good one!" commended Jack nth usiasticall y. was up a d out what You re a better one," breathed the irl promptly. "You my life before ou thought of your own. by charcoa "I stopped you, or yon might have een past the danger point. Hold on, ow, sis--" "I'm not sis." the word "Then miss." "No, I'm Roxy."
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8 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. how to use the wits Nature give everybody if they only employ them rightly, is a novelty. You struck that rope as if a jump for life was an every-da y exercise with yon." ''Pretty much.'' "'What's that?" "I say1 pretty near. My folks tried to train me for the 'infant wonder' once. Look here.'' Roxy drew out a httle device Jack recognized as a copy of the ones used by gymnasts who hook it to a rope, and, inserting a mouthpiece, cling, swing and hold on by sheer strength of the teeth. "Oh, 'woman-with-the-iron-jaw' act?" he commented. "They used to punish me by making me hang on the clothes line with that sixty seconds," Roxy. ''Goodby. I'm going home." "I'm going with yon," spoke Jack, determined 1 y. "You ain't!" "I am! How are you gomg to get a uew flower on tfit ?" "My aunt will have to fix that some way." "I'm going to see your aunt, then, and loan her what you're too proud to take," declared Jack. "See here, Roxy, we were cbnms up aloft there when things looked black-we'll be friendly below here, or it will be your fault. I know what it is to have to earn your living on no capital, and I'm going to help that aunt of yours out, if I have to shadow you all over New York city to do it!" "Come ahead, then," spoke Roxy, with sudden determination. "You're a positive one!" Jack was immensely interested in tl1e girl. Like .Nick Carter, the exhibition of any marked characteristic always interested ancl charmed him. This girl had splendid nerve-the nerve that is never braggart, bnt always to be relied on. Another thing, she had said that she had formerly lived in the old barracks just being torn down. It would, therefore, probably be v e ry greatly worth Jack's while to question a person practically "on the spot" r egarding the dead mau he hacl just vi s ited. "Roxy," he said, as they entered narrow, quiet street, "I want to a few questions." "Ali right." "You said you used to live in the tenement block yonder?-" t "For two years." "Did you know Max, the miser?" l "Everybody knows l1im. We lived i the tenement right below." 1 ''You and your folks?'' "Yes, my annt and my uncle, and say! you'd better leave me now." Roxy had halted sharply. Jack garcle, her with some wonder. "What now, Roxy ?" he projected. "Go back, that's what." "Why?" "Because there he is!" She pointed at the foremost of thr hard looking men who, half-intoxicate were stumbling out of a squalid grogger "There who is?" interrogated Jack. "My uncle." "Well, what of it?" "He's seen me, that of it, and fran the way he looks and the way I feel,' announced Roxy, her lips coming grim! tight shut as if she was full of fight an mettle, going to be the bigge kind of a row!" CHAPTER III. A STARTLING "TIP." Roxy did not look the least frightened as the leader of the three a proaching tipplers hurried his ste toward her. "IIi!" he hailed, with an exulta arm-swing toward his companion "here's 1uck-Roxy herself." "You won't find it luck if you co1 too near," remarked the flower girl. She had backed to au ash barrel. I loose board cover and a broomstick b hincl it seemed to suggest som e kind security, for s he gave her dem o n strati relative a look that ratl1er dauuted, f o r somewhat checked him. "Come on, fellers !" he san g out, ra1l ing a support he evidently f elt h e nee de "What do you want?" d emand Roxy, coolly. "I want you. See here, gal, wh your natural purtector ?'' "You ain't, that's sure!"

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entered o ask y o NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 9 "Ain't? We'll see. I jus t got b ack from the Island, and I jnst gave your precious aunt the mauling of her life for in the ol swearing me into a two months' sentence.'' i l 1 e and )) "That's the way you usually celebrate.'' "She didn't have <. sou, so I've been looking for yon. Where's your flowers?" "Lost them." 'Tain't so! You saw me coming and h1d them. Come, gal-save broken bones Jack re ancl turn over your morning's earnings. As I say, I'm your -natural purtector, and I demand the rights the law gives n1e. '' "You want money?" "I'm dry as a fish, and I've got to have money. Yuu've hit it. Fork over." of three xi catec11 "Then I'm glad I lost my flowers, I'm roggery. glad I haven't got a cent! Rave, howl, J a c k tear, you wretched miscreant! but you '11 go dry this time, for all of me." nd f r o I f eel g g rim! ght a n bigge a s t bi !ne e ap i s s t e p "If I had a gal talk that way to me--" put in one of the uncle's tipsy com pan ions. "I'd lam her!" completed the second. "Lam her?" roared the indignant "protector." "Why, what's put this new nerve into her? You won't give your uncle the neces s ari e s of life, eh? Gal, I'm going to give you such a reminder of you're natural duty as'Il stay with you the rest o f your life!" Tbe burly Toafe r made a grab for a stick lying at the guttet. Roxy had not stirred an inch. She exnlta n stood like a statue, but there was a vivid n s t ra t i ed for nt, r a il e n ee d e em and 1, who spark of warning menace in either clear, nervy eye. About to make a rush upon her, the irate nncle came squarely up against an intervening form. "That'll do," spoke Jack Burton, promptly. "Eh? hey! What's this?" "Put down that stick." "Yes, on the gal's back!" "Not just now you won't. ''What's that?'' "You '11 not strike this young lady while I'm by." "W-what! Boys! Hold me! Catch me, I'm a-swooning. 'Young lady'-oh, my!" Two pink spots in Roxy's cheeks told how h e r quick nature re sponded to Jack's ma g nific ent compliment. J ac k ga ve the burly jiber a push backwa rd. The man utte red a cry like the sullen roar of an blood. iucensed monster fierce for "Why! I'11 just crack the audacious kid int? little bits!" he promjsed his companions. He grated his teeth and he made a forward rush, his brawny fists raised like sledgehammers. Jaak Burton was called "the young Samson of Nick Carter's detective school." He never proved his claim to the title so completely as at the present moment. His bunched fingers revolvecl like Indian clubs as he made one dexterous bob. Two smacks took his brawny opponent in the face. One knocked his head sideways, the other tilted it back with a snap. "I've swallowed 'em!" yauped the astonished fel1ow, ejecting what was left of two teeth. "Ob, it's going to be murder now He made a second forward dive. "Grab tl!e gal, you two!" he directed. "She'll run and hide if you don't. Soon as I finish up this fellow -waow! Ugh! Help!" Jac:k Burton had changed his tactics. The sight of the loafer's two cronies making for Roxy told him that he must use dispatch if he hoped to champion her cause in a new onslaught. He massed all the strength and dexterity he had acquired from proficient practice in Nick Carter's gymnasium. For half a minute that piece of sidewalk seemed the performing platform of a young cyclone just set loose. Then the man who was hankering for blood sat down in a pool of it, swaying in a dazed, astonished way as if lightning had struck him and he was just finding it out. "I'm with you, Roxy !" called Jack, preparing for a new spurt. out "No need," came the tranquil re sponse. "Whew!" Jack stood spellbound.

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10 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Roxy was "cleaning out" her opposing enemies in a way that showed le ss of nnmaidenly grit than the resolute spiri t of a girl who "would not be fa t o n by anybody. One of her assailants tried to make a grab for her. Up came the board top of the ash barrel. Down came the top of the ash barrel. With a frightful howl the venturesome ruffian went reeling back, as the board met the top of his hard skull and split right in two with a double snap. The other saw his comrade's fate, and tri ed to divert hi s own onward rush. As he swei':ed, Roxy grabbed up the broomstick handl e. Whack! Just once it struck the crazy bone of the fellow's elbow. He let out a scream of mortal pain that rang like a tug whistle. He never s to pped running, however, and, putting after him with an affrigh t ed look back at Roxy, the other man spnnted off under a n im p ul se of dread th a t infused sudden sober strides into his li111bs "What's this, now?" The row and racket had attracted a police office r, who came hastening up tD the spot. "Do you want to give him in charge?" inquired Jack. "He's the torment of our lives at home," said Roxy. Jack whispered a few words to the officer. Roxy look ed curious arid suspicious &t Jack's ready influence over him, for the policeman dragged his prisoner away as if the chief of the service had given him a command. '' vVell, that was rather a hot one," comm e nted Jack, trying to tuck in a flappipg rip in his coat he had received in. the enco mter. Roxy was not respon s ive. She stood eyeing Jack a little shaclily "See here," she spoke, "who are you an yway?'' ''Me?'' projected her smiling cham pion-"I'm Jack." "Jack who?" ''Burton.'' "You-yon seemed to know that office pretty well," insinuated Roxy. c "Not a t all. Neve r saw him before.' "He did just what you told him do, as if you had a right to order him." ''Oh, no. Only professiona l courtesy. Roxy looked puzzled, but still suspi CJOU S h "What's that?" she questioned. "Why, we're sort of in the same line.' The flower girl's pretty face cloude
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NIUK CARTER WEEKLY. 11 ow that offic e "All right. I'll remove the obstacle," xy. a ccom1nodated Jack. him before." He drew out some letters, Nick Carter's u told him t m emoranda on the Mmr case and the order him." D uke of Corva 's photograph among al courtesy. t hem. ut stili suspi The latter slipped his fingers and l anded face down on the sidewalk. tioned. Roxy, completing her task, neatly [1e s a me line.' picked it up to hand to him. r,ce cloud e d. "Some real young lady, I suppose?" smiled, roguishly, tendering the card. "I don't know any more real, genuine the station, young lady than you," declared Jack, non poor un with emphasis "Take a look if yon clon 't deserve on detective, I'm a school." l p like magi a bouquet of feasant word, e smart and ou belong to gh. Thank want to .'' "Why!" Roxy inspected the picture with a start o f surprise. Then her lips twitched very soberly, and he r eyes took their old susricious tinge as she said: "A friend of vours ?" "Not at all.. Why?" inquired Jack, curiously "Oh! I know him, that's all," answered Roxy, and her serious face told the observant Jack that she did not place the original of the photograph in a very favorable category. "Oh, I guess not!" observed Jack. "Yes, I do." "Fancied resemblance-! don't think you know this gentleman." "Gentle1nan !" Roxy's superb scorn flashed up again. "Well, nobleman, then, if that suits 1of adjusting you better." tear would "Who is?" home for re"The original of that picture.". "Are you joshing. me?" "I respect you too much not to be dead ready. witted level with you on everything, Roxy," affirmed Jack, gallantly. "He's that. th with pins That's a picture of the high, royal Duke of Corva. '' rected, post-H.oxy gave Jack a look that made him :l half-kneel-th i nk there might be a mistake, after all. "Duke nothing!" she blnrted forcibly. er the edges "It's plain, mean-hearted, Crooked Tip Barrows.'' :quired some "It's what!" shouted Jack, in something of horror at the girl's cool way of rough," she pulling General Rodney Muir's distin iling in your guish erl friend down into the common every-day dust of the slums. "I told you." "You couldn't be mistaken, Roxy ?" "Oh, never!" cried Roxy, with a sud den flash of anger in her bright eyes no, never "You know him?" "I guess I do! Do you see that?" Roxy pulled down the neat lace collar about her neck, and showed the scar of what must have once been a cruel welt. "Yes, Roxy, I see it." "A riding whip made that-a riding whip in the hand of Crooked Tip Barrows.'' "How was it, Roxy?" "He came prancing up to the tenements about two months ago, large as life, all togged up in crack horsing club clothes "This man?" spoke Jack, pointing to the photograph. "That man, your man, the same man -don't I tell you so?'' insisted the flower girl, with spirit. "I had known him when a whole hostler's suit was his Sun day best, and I spoke to him and asked him to buy a bouquet." "And he struck you?" ''Like the low coward he was, mad be cause I'd hailed him as the old, good-for nothing, rank Bowery actor, Tip. Oh, it was lucky for him he skipped the rock I threw, for there was hot temper behind it, I tell you!" "And you' \ 'e not seen him s1nce, Roxy ?'' "I've been looking!" answered Roxy, her little hands closed very tight. "Roxy, you've put a flea in my ear. The flower girl looked up quickly. "Why, are you looking for him?" "In a way, yes.'' ''In the detective way?'' "Well, partly." "Good! See here, Jack Burton, you only half believe me." '' I-that is, we're all liable to mistakes." "I'm not-on that man particularly." Jack Burton looked thoughtful. Roxy's positive recognition of General Muir's Duke of Corva as plain Crooked 'l'ip Barrows had staggered him. Stranger things than that were happening every day. A key to the lllysterious robberies go-

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12 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ing on in the Fifth avenue swell set was what Nick Carter's young detective was looking for. Had Roxy, d1e flower girl, furnished it? "Roxy," said Jack, definitely, "a few minutes ago you wouldn't let me loan you tile price of a new flower outfit." "Well, Jack?" ''Do you want to earn it?'' ''How?'' "Plainly; helping me do a little detec-tive work." The girl looked flustered. "Jack, you-scare me!" she confessed. "I don't see how?" "It takes smart people to do that." "That's why I want you to help me." "Oh, come now!" "And you're smarter than a steel trap -the right kind of smartness, too; all no nonsense, just a natural, gritty girl with a living to earn and honest enough to be faithful and diligent.'' "What do you expect me to do'?" "I want yon to hunt down this Crooked Tip." Roxy's face became all animation. "Why!" she exclaimed, "I'll do that for nothing.'' "vVe don't want that. It's worth something to us, and we propose to pay for it. "AlJ right." "There's two dollars, and there's my ca rcl. Roxy took the money with reluctance, but glanced at the card studiusly. "Call that two days' work looking for your man," explained Jack. ''And report to you?'' "If you find Crooked Tip, yes." "Find him!" spoke Roxy, doughtily. "I'll run him to earth inside of twentyfour hours, or I'll give you back your money." "You'll do it, if it can be done, I'm snre of that," encouraged Nick Carter's yonng detective. ''It will be done,'' settled the flower girl, with resolution; "and one thing more, Jack." "Well, Roxy ?" "When I do run him down, you'll find that Crooked Tip Barrows and yonr high, anion royal Duke of Corva are one and the sam t Rox 1 ---u a person. ---pointe In ten CHAPTER IV. and int THE CROWN JEWELS OF BOKHARA. It cam "Nail your man." Jack Burton, the athletic young detec That tive, read the brief message interestedly.ne mor It was from Nick Carter, and Jack gar( He ha an acquiescent nod of the head that wasnke, an forcible. bnl gin "Quite right," he commented, with He ha emphasis. she to Jack stood in a little snuggery just ol\lmebod the drawing-rooms of the elegant Muitf poker lllansion. he part He was resting-resting from the hard-Later, est piece of character acting he had e\'etame u attempted. Jack His best friend, comiug face to facentity t with the monocled,' brow-pasted, flabby The mouthed, vacant-eyed noodle who posed e left as the son of a famous oil king worth his1im-s millions, would have failed to tecognize Now under the clever assumption one single,11c1 de' trace of sturdy, handsome-featured Jack ]JOrt tl Burton. o man General Muir had helped him through,auclecl the evening, for was in the secret. It sai He had introduced Jack to his guests, It wa he had particularly commended him to Jack the gooci atteutions of his friend, the urred. Duke of Corva. Nick The minute the young detective had tudyin spoken ten words with this accredited ad fou sprig of Spanish nobility, he fancied he "He' saw through his thin veneer of audacity uspicic aided by a brief stage education. 11a her From that minute Jack set himself at n;postc work to ingratiate himself into the duke's Jack good opinions, while watching his every yer th movement. ''So r The duke had feigned the part of one ransla1 of those brisk, electric fellows who maghoua h netize the inexperienced and dazzle the "Re< incautious. )llf Dn He was all fuss, spirit and clash-here, .o be c; there, everywhere-with a fondness for :er dn cornering his male friends in dimly lit 1aul." ante-rooms to tell the latest story, and "Tl securing a tete-a-tete with marriageableJ k 1 ) ouneladies in the shadowv veranda. ac d '!OW When eagle-eyed Jack saw one of these-d h' episodes terminate in a pretended fall bv 1 .11 1 1 er c o the duke, and the discovery of the loss of 1 1 1 a breastpin on the part of theduke's com-e.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 1 3 od the sam anion immediately afterward, he felt hat Roxy, the flower girl, hacl given him pointer that wa: worth something. In t en minutes he had slyly slipped his and into a favorite ]lOCket of the duke. KHARA. It came .out with the missing piece of ewelry. pung detec 'rhat settled Jack's mind. He made n teres ted ly ne more test. b Jack ga\e He had been very confidential with the bel that was nke, among other things had shown him bulging pocketbook. ( ted, with He had noticed the duke's eyes sparkle s he told him that he hoped to find ry JUSt off omebody willing to have a private game gant Muir f poker, limit ten thousand dollars, after he party was over. il1t the hard-Later, he managed it so that the duke e had ever fame upon him in a stray corner. Jack played the drin k-stn pefied nonace to face ntity to perfection. d, flabbyThe duke was all attentions, but when [who pose.d e left Jack he took the fat wallet with worth lus im-stuffed with paper. b recognize Now as Jack stood reviewina the case ne smg e ncl decidina how he won'ld act to cut 1 "' ured Jack hart the of the gay dreamer with through ecret. his guests, d him to ective had accredited fancied he audacity himself at the duke's his every art of one ho magdazzle the sh-here, 1dness for dimly lit tory, and nriageable randa. 1e of these ed fall by the loss of 1ke's com-o many castles in Spain, a note had been J andec11Jim. It said succinctly, "Nail your man." It was signed "Nick Carter." Jack iustantly gnessed what had oc-nrred. Nick had been half the afternoon tudying out the cipher letter which Jack 1 ad found under the dead dove's wing. "He's made it out, and it verifies the nspicion I imparted to him, before com ng here, that the Duke of Corva is an mpostor," reflected Jack, correctly. Jack knew he was right as he turned \'er the little slip. "Somethin2' else written here? Ah! a ranslation of the cipher letter. As I bought!'' murmured Jack. "Received consignment. Have written nr Dnke of Corva that if Nick Carter is o be called in to investigate, he had beter draw out of action after one big 1anl.'' 1 "That's plain English," soliloquized Uack. "This alleged duke is part of a in which dead Max, the miser, his lady correspondent via the carier clove route wert> partners. Clever peo I Jle! They've taken no risks planting the stolen stuff in the city. l\Iax received and shipped it-where? I wonder where the other end of the pigeon air line is?" Jack pocketed the slip of paper and put aside all present speculations. He started out to find General Muir, and came across him in the library alone. "General," he spoke, in a low, guarded tone of voice, "I have found the thief." The general looked startled. The oc Ctl!rence of two additional thefts that evening had mystified and annoyed him more than e\'er. "Ah !''he exclaimed, eagerly, "that is famous!, r "The thief is still in the honse." "One of the servants?" "No. "A guest!-surely, not a guest?" "Yes, and one of your most prominent ones.'' ''Incredible!" "There is a pin, stolen, and by me secured from the thief's pocket.'' The general looked aghast. "I have allowed myself to be robbed of a dummy pocketbook." .'You are sure of the person?" "Positive. An outside line, handled by others, has brought out some facts entirely verifying my own discoveries, and I have just received on'lers from Mr. Carter to 'nail my man.' "Who-who is he?" faltered the general. "The Duke of Corva." If Jack had struck the general a blow he could not have sent him more promptly to a chair, pale and overcome. "The Duke of Corva !"gasped the general. "He just left me--" "Not so loud," warned Jack, noticing a rustle of the near draperies. ''Will you help me arrange the arrest quietly, or shall I publicly unmask him?" "No, no-we must have no scandal!" choked the distressed general. "This is terrible-imposed on, robbed! Remain here. I will find this-this impudent scoundrel. Why, I shall be reprobated on every hand for introducing such a blackguard into New York society!" "It's plain sailing now, I guess," mused Jack, pacing the room thonghtfully. "The man is no d uke. Is he, then,

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I' 14 NICK UATtTEH WEEKL'!. little Roxy's particular dislike, Crooked Tip Barrows? It will be a terrible let down for these people. Well, gen:::ral ?" "I cannot find him," reported General Muir, re-entering the room at that mo ment. "You cannot find the duke?" echoed Jack, in some dismay. "Now here." <'He has left the house?'' "No one has seen him do so." ':We must lose no time in action, n spoke Jack, quickly. <r of a b eautifully inlai d cabinet lay at her feet. "What's this?" demanded Jack imperatively. "Oh! it's gone!" "What i s gu ne?'' The crown j ewels of Bokharn !" CHAPTER V. A CALL AT MIDNIGHT. "The crown jewels of Bokhara ?" r e peated Jack, vaguely. The title had a decidely opulent sound Jack felt that he was hobnobbing with some pretty formidable appendages o f nobility in his brief society career. "What i s that?" cried General Muir, following him into the room at that in stant. Then, at a sight of the overturne drawer, at the sn ggesti on of so me miss ing object, he fell back with a groan. "Wretched girl!" he voiced, bitterly "You w e re told to watch!" The maid buried her face in Iter h and and so bbed hysterically. "Speak!" choked out the general "How did this occur?" 'A guest. '' "Yes! yes!" "The duke." "He was here?" "An in stnnt s in ce. I awoke to find hit at the drawer.'' "And he went--" inquired Jac eagt:rly. "Through that window." "Why didn't you say so befo re!" Jack sprang to where two l ong windo opened from the centre into the room He glanced out upon a little yeranda. The side gardeu of the place faced hi bel ow, illuminated by the brilliant ligh from within. Downstairs a 11 was confusiot.t no\ The shriek had awakened all kinds conjectmes. People were: hurrying up the stairca in t he general's wake, and the last o of the loiterers 011 the verandas was ha tening Indo o rs to catch tlt e intport frightened, excited voices. As if waiting for just that disappea a nc e and a free field for flight, at th

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d, hysterically aid. utifully inlaid ed Jack imper-okhara !" v. TIGHT. Bo.k II a ra ?" re-opulent sound. bnobbing with appendages of y career. General Muir, oom at that in-he overturned of some missth a groan. oiced, bitterly. ce in her haud the general. oketo find him inquired Jack, before!'' o long window to the room. little yeranda. place faced him brilliant light:; now. d all kinds of tp the staircase td the last one was hasthe itttport of that disappear flight, at that NICK CAR'lER WEEKLY. 1 5 moment from under the balcony a form s t arted t o cross the garden. "It's the duke!" breathed Jack, scarcel y ab l e t o credit the rare good fortune of t he discovery. "Halt, down there!" he c a l led ant, sharply. The bareheaded figure paused and l ooked up keenly. "Halt, you, Duke of Corva The fugitive looked streetward beyond t he iron fence, then back iuto the garden, as if calculating the chances of a run pur s u ed by an on tcry. "Halt, you. Crooked Tip Barrows!" "Confusion!" Jack's experiment had succeeded. The m ention of that name started up the im postor like a spur. A weapon in Jack's hand clicked, but t he man below never faltered. the yard he pnt. There was quite a high fence to scale It was too high to reach without a spring, but a dog kenuel stood near it. Jack was willing to give the fugitive a chance for his life, but he determined that he should not get over that fence unwinged. ''Let go!'' "Famous!" The alleged duke, kicking out his foot vigorously, uttered the first cry Jack observed that the fugitive had in soll!e mysterious, unaccountable manner been nabbed effectively, and gave votce to the second. "One of the general's great Dane clogs -he keeps several," declared Jack. "It's nty chance to get down!" ln frantic frenzy, the flying thief was wriggling, pulltug, kicking. His foot was held, however, by some unseett power inside the kennel as firmly as if handcuffed. Jack leaped to the balustrade of the balcony. He meditated a leap to the ground. A tltrill and an involuntary cry checked him, poising there. "lt's not a clog!" He stared hard. In pulling away the fugitive thief was getting the best of it. "It's-a girl!" Ont came a pair of arms-a swittging, battling, determined golden head. "It's-Roxy !" The flower girl had earned her two dollars-faithful, persistent Roxy had re deemed her pledge! "Jack, quick! it's your man!" Never letting go of a dou hle grip of the duke's foot, the intrepid girl heeded not swinging slams or jolts. "J.et go, or I'll clo you!" hissed her malevolent opponent. "Never!" "Roxy !" As he recognizing her, as he seemed to trace in her desperate persistency a mo_ tive born. of his cowardly whip cut, the miscreant beut and beat at the white, dodging face at his feet. "Stop that, you 00ward !" Jack was impelled to a leap at a sight of Roxy's peril. He landed crashing in a great bush, struggled free, and started toward the kennel. Upon the grouud lay Roxy-poising to spring to kennel and fence was the f11gitive. He had got free. Jack hoped to reach him in time to prevent his clash for liberty. Roxy anticipated him. She rose as if her prostrate pose was part of a preparatory ruse. It was with a spring that carried her fairly, squarely across the man's shoulders. Arotmd his throat both arms were pressed. He clloked and reeled, trying to shake her off, but like a young tigress she clung. Even hampered with her, he mounted the kennel, but slipped as he reached the fence. "One minute more-I'm you!" shouted Jack. The fugitive uttered a roar of rage and desperation. "Take it!" he yelled. Jack Burton came up to the kennel in time to receive back into his arms the whirling, tottering figure of the ower girl. "Roxy !"be gasped-" not hurt?" "Oh, Jack-blinded!" "The wretch!" A minute lost in ardent pity; another in

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16 NICK CAU'I'ER WEEKLY. placing the groping, writhing g irl on the grass, and when Jack got to the fence the fugitive had disappe2red. He came back to Roxy. She was moaning soft) y. ''I thought I had him," she murmured, brokenly. ''I traced him here, I shadowed him from tile kennel. Jack, you believe me now-it is Crooked 'l'i p ?" "Yes, yes-never mind, what has he done to you?'' "My eyes-I can't see." ''The miscreant-red pepper!" Jack g
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NICK CAR'fER W l1EK LY. 17 1at would m a k going to run down the stolen crown ch. els of Bokh ara." tife, it seeme oreigners-th khara had bee royal gems lJ a fro m th e gen He dismissed the carria g e at Nick Car 's door, which h e fin ally reached. A quick discussion with hi s patron er th e merits o f the case w as what J ac k st craved. "There 's more tha n vne e n d to the r es t this affair-there w as the carrier dove ee," expla1.11e d f I 1 d tl d k l 1 even 1 1a got 1 e u e, 1e c ebe reco\ ererl.' r ed. "Nick will take a clear lo o k at without a mo] the points of the case, and start me ack. ht., room-a quic Jack entered the library of the house to c1 the dete ctive ab sen t fr o m home. Buff Hutchinson and Larry Moore, two h e r pupils, greeted him with interes t as entered the apartme nt. "Alec k has gone, as you ordered," m to send 111 oke up Larry. ''To the Waldorf?" came back t r n had r emove from her eye t., J ack-" prett llow Crooke H e shan't tl1 "Yes." "I wish Mr. Carter-who's 'that?" "1\i ay b e it's him." 1 o, listen!" A violent ring had come at the door 11. The bo y s heard Nick Carter's serviug comes, Roxy., an proceed to the summons in e Aower oirl s usual slow, m et hod1cal way. 1 find Cro;ke The rin g was s h a rpl y r epea t ed. a 1 "Hoity-toity-wake the s l eepe rs!" ,""soliloquize owlecl the servitor, wh o was a c haracter "but I hop hi s way. "We ll, what do yon want?" I can't wait t "Jack!" pronounced a breathl ess voice. t. Here's ho "Eh! you want Jack? N ow, young dy--" carriage int "Don't you keep me waiting!" cri e d irected. perative and impatient tones "I w ant !orf first. Th ck-Jack Burton. I ve run a mile a nd r n u p 1 aL out of breath. It's a matter of life he sent a d death to look o u "Grea t goofiness!" exclaimed Jack, escribed. ringing to his feet and running down Carter's home e hail. "It's R oxy !" e, one of th "Yes, Jack it's me." him to ha s t e D e mure enough, as she met Jack's nd p l ace him tying glance fixed on h e r still r e d a1;d gitive if h e a allen eyes, was the flow e r girl. "Didn't I t ell you--" he be gan, in had put out al 'Jd cen s ure. 1 "T t are em p oye o repor prog re ss i s wanted." "Eh? See here Roxy, you're in no uch tho u a h 'ndition--" , nal work th "fust s t o p ri ght the re, J ack!" ordered the imperative little lady. "Don't waste time. r've go t him cornered." "Who?" b olteo out Jack, with a start. "The man that got away with the crown j ewels of Bokhara-Crooked Tip Barrows!'' CHAPTER VI. THE MISER'S DEN. Jack grabbed up hi s hat from the rack. "Come on!" he spoke hastily. His two f e llow pupils stared curiously at the midnight messe n ge r wi10 had power to stir up their comrade a s they had rare l y seen him excite
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18 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. and applauded boisterously, but the quartet were soon out of range. Jack was not at all sorry when Roxy 1et clown her pace somewhat. She rounded a corner, looked up, about her eagerly, and panted out: "We're here!" "Hello!" voiced Jack, quite as breathles sly. He stared at the identical spot where that morning he had checked the attack on the carrier dove. '''I here's your man,'' spoke Roxy. She \vas pointing upward. "Where?". "In the room where old Max, the miser died." "See here, Rox--" "Have I ever told you wrong?" "No.'' "Then, see there, Jack!" "I can see a light through the shutter chinks, sure enough!" ''Of course, you can.'' "And he's there?" "I told you that, too. Why don't you do something instead of wasting time asking questions?" Jack looked embarrassed as Buff chuckled, half audibly. "I knew he'd put for these explained Roxy. "Don't a thief always make for what he knows best when iu trouble?" "Good logic, that," criticised Larry. "Anyway, soon as the doctor got my eyes clear, I came here. It can't be half an hour since Crooked Tip went up a ladder--" "\Vhat ladder?" "He pulled it up after him." "Go on," directed Jack. "And I saw a light aloft right afterward. I don't know if he thinks he's safe to hide there, or even if he knows old Max is clean, but he's there.'' "And you've outdone the whole police force of N.ew York city!" commended Jack, enthusiastically. "I've earned the two dollars, I guess," smiled Roxy. "Indeed, yon have!" "And I' 11 give it back just for the satisfaction of seeing the coward nabbed who struck me with his riding whip. I've been thinking since I saw yon, Jack." "About that fellow?" lH "Yes. 1 remember now that he useY have a great deal to do with the old mJe MayLe they were in cahoots-mayL l does know Max is dead, and is afte r Sl hoards. t "We're going to find out." lo Jack made a Jllove as if to go underr. building and scale a bare joist. ne "Don't do that-don't try it way," advised Roxy. l "Why not?" "Because l did, and Tip has barrit' the story doorway so that ; 1 one connng up can't help but tu 1 something down, make a racket, warn him. I'd wait for him if I r1 you if "He may be all night." f "Then he'll put the light out an to sleep, and you mi_ght venture a c1 then." "Bnt you don't understand, Ro spoke Jack, with considerable "You see, that man has come something definite. I want an opp nity to watch him and find out what.\ "Oh, that's easy." "I "t?" ) s 1 t "Yes, for me, and I guess a lk climbing and risk won't faze you .., can get on the roof of the bnilcling w across that alley there." 1c "And see into the attic "Get right up to them, if you "Hov?" 0 "Come with me, and I'll show you\. Jack held a brief consultation .1 Larry and Buff, directing them points to watch and what to do if came on t of the place. 1 Then he allowed Roxy to pilot 1 way where she wonld. S It occurred to Jack that for a Roxy was making some pretty pract1 suggestions-in fact, taking a dec]J lead in the affair on hancl. i He soothed his professional pride, J& ever, by telling himself tl1at she kne'#l abot1t their environment, and besides,o shown herself entirely worthy of dencc. h The neighborhood, including the k occnpiecl building across the alley, :1 been the only plqygronncl she ever kti

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 19 "))) 10w that he use with the old m cah oo t s-mayL ead, and is afte c1 out." s if to go under a r e j oist. don't try it Tip has b arrie rway so that help but tt11 ke a racket, f o r him if I ht. ,, Je light out a n ht venture a eli h e entered it and reached the roof in y few uJomeuts. e traversed the roof t o its alley cop Le s thau sixteen feet across the space, on a level line with them, the sill of a closely shuttered w iu looking directly into the room of the e roof took a q ueer inward cut just e it, showing an easy slant up which 1t would not be difficult to the row of 1 attic sashes. wish 1 was entirely sure Tip was in a ucl kne w what he was doing," rked Jack. 'hat's what we came here to find out, it?" hat's so." hen 1 'II soon tell you." OX\'!'' ck s .hot out the word in a startled put ont a hand, bnt the agile flower nderstand, Rox was to o quick for him. siderable anxi large suppl y gas pipe ran directly as come here s the alley from one buildiug to the I an oppo r. find out what.' on
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20 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. effusiveness, but dubious in his mind, all the same. He got across on it with only a few dizzyheaded tremors, and noiselessly dropped to the slanting roof. As Roxy had done, Jack crept up to the attic sashes. The police had taken old Max, the miser, away that afternoon, but except for his absence the room was the same as when Jack had first visited it. His eyes sparkled as he made out the man Roxy had so cleverly hunted down. The Duke of Corva, alias Crooked Tip Barrows, sat at a table. The dove he was petting was very tame, and seemed to know him familiarly. It stepped on his fingers and picked stray crumbs from his coat sleeve. Jack marveled a little at the i11differ ence to possible peril the impostor and robber exhibited. Jack craned his neck. His breath came quicker as his eyes became glued on a little giistening heap at the elbow of the man in the room below. "The crown jewels of Bokhara !"he mn rm u red. There at least was part of them-the wonderful necklace of fabulous value for which General Rodney Muir had offered a princely ransom. ''First, the plunder, then the man," planned Jack. "He's in a trap, and little suspects it. He can't get away, but-I wish I had that necklace in my posses-sion." Jack felt uneasy. Crooked Tip's nonchalance disturbed him. He slid back the slanting roof. As his fe e t touched the gutter he brushed a form, to turn and find Roxy beside him. "What now, Jack?" she whispered. "1'here's our man, and there's the plunder. Roxy, I wish we had that necklace safe." "\Vhen you nab him yon nab it, don't yon?'' "I hope so. I expect so. Still, I'd like to hurry things. Is there no way of getting to the door of that room from the roof here?". "Sure." "How?" "There's a scuttle." ''\Vhere ?'' "You climb over the flat roof 'lVI the attic windows come up like thev her ones of a street car.'' _red "Yes." -had ''Then across the dormer peak, t line the gutter. They've cut a patch m1 e beyond, but it can be jumped. Pull up e d1c scuttle, drop, and work your way to the hall leading into that room npooke yond the barrier he's piled on the se0"o .op< story. ;ct at Jack listened in dismay at these det'tuck of the cool course marked out by his coLL panion. ca "Hardly!" he commented. thro "Hardly what?" llropounded "Try that." "I can, and will, if you say so. Wtribr Jack, it's child's play to me. Don't sJ]!Z to yom head. I know every foot of dec place here, you must remember that !''cl hi "But--" endo "Just t e ll me what you want me tock 1 Is it any point for me to get to the dme1 of that room?" th "A tremendous point, Roxy. I'm af ala 1 of that man. He'd fling that n ec kJclge. away, rip it to hide it in soth crevice of that old barracks in a minut on "If I could get softly up to the clo01en that room, and sneak in or rush in !OW grab the necklace, knock him over wlswa he isn't looking--" fa "I don't expect that, Roxy." kg "What do you want, then?" ap! ''Get to the door, make a noise, oss1 tract his attention--" to1 "Go ahead." gh! "And I will shddenly rip those shueby off." :>rd Jack got back on the plank spann11cl the alley as Roxy went up the roof., w over it like a sprite. to t He examined the shutters. Thev 'IVntl old and dusty, and apparently tre been opened for years. ou When RoxY's whistle sonndecl g would grab theiron catch at the of the outside one, tear it open, kiclto 1 the window or boldly crash through,:. an be ready for action. 11!g Jack was standing on the plank thib 1 g ing all this o,er, getting a weapon i la) readiness, straining his hearing to c ap the whistle that might come at anv 1 dr ment-for Roxy a spry nd st

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NICK CAllTEH. WEEI\LY. 21 9at roof wh 1p like the 1 1er peak, t 1t a patch a Pull up mr way arot at room up 1 on the sec at these det her ground thoroughly-when he red suddenly with dismay. had planned to open the shutters were opened for him. 1e inside window must have been up, e did not hear it raised. rnptly the shutters were pushed out. ooked Tip was pushing them. Wisha open them for SOllie purpose, he eci at them vigorously. tuck like glue!" Jack heard him )Ut by his c er. k caught a flashing glimpse of the ed. through the opening centre crack of rnded Roxy. linds, but the man did not see him, ntl y never suspected his proximity. tributing the sturdy resistance of the to some obstacles for which time decay were responsible, such as a mber that!" d hinge or a bulging sill, Tip gave a endons push. want me to k nearly toppled over at the first get to the d ment of the plank. the second, from sheer necessity >alance, he stooped and clutched at clge. th distending eyes he saw the plank sin a minut out-one inch, two. p to the doo en clear off the sill the end grazed, or rush in own it went, carrying Jack with it. him over w 1 swayed from all grasp as it shot oxy." 1 en?" .ke a noise, faster. k groped at nothingness. apicl mental calculation estimated c ssible resnlt of a forty-foot fall to st one pavement. gh !" was jolted out of Jack, but ip those shutt by a jar than a shock. order to protect from falling splinplank spann nd m?rtar pedestrians in the alley up the roof wlnch was nsed as an entrance to the brick structure opposite the ers. They ntled one, a canvas awning had l!ently had tretchecl. ough this Jack saw the plank dive, le sonnded g its way like an arrow shooting at the cen gh tissue paper. it open, kick to himself, he landed on the giving sh throucrh and rolled, and then came to a "' 'f 1 1ng sway as 1 1e was nested in the plank thi big : a weapon i lay stlll, thankful for his marvel hearincr to ca cape from broken bones, listening :ome ;'t any 1 crash of the boc:rd under lry creature, nd lookmg up at the wmdow he st shot from. Jack's sole anxiety now was to regain a poiut whence he could watch the further movements of Tip. The latter had opene9 that window for some purpose, and the young detective wanted to be on hand to find out what that purpose was. "I hope Roxy won't get to the door of that room-don't signal till I get in shape to see what's going on," murmured Jack, hurriedly. "Pshaw!" A whistle floated on the air, not at all startling, but casual and clear as if the piping call of some street urchin. Roxy," soli loqui zed Jack. He scrambled hurriedly over the edge of the canvas screen, got to the alley, sped to the same door Rox)! had entered with him fifteen minutes previous, and was soon back on the same roof whence the plank had been set in place. From its coping Jack could now comllland a perfect view of the interior of the room upon which he had projected so daring an assault a few minutes previously. Its window was up and its shutters were flung wide open. Just as he fixed his eyes across the alley space, there rang out another whistle. It was the flower girl's second signal. _Roxy was in the room of old Max, the m1ser. Jack saw its door come open with a jerk, saw the girl cross the floor like a darting bird. She reached a stool and picked tlp something from it that flashed. "She's got his revolver!" breathed the engrossed Jack. Back to the door, slamming it shut again, bracing against it, and holding out the weapon, girl-like, in both hands, Roxy formed a heroic picture. Jack missed two things he had last seen iu the apartment-the necklace and the dove. They were no longer upon the table. Crooked Tip was there still, however; all there-what of him was not lost in a shrinking maze of stupefaction and alarm. Half supporting himself erect on the edge of the table he stood with falleH jaws glaring at the intruder. "Why-why, Foxy!'' he stammered.

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22 NICK CAR'fER WEEKLY. "Why-why, Roxy !" mimicked the sprightly miss, her eyes flashing like two sparks of fire. "Take your hand out of your breast!'' There Tip's fingers rested and groped. Jack guessed for a weapon. Roxy seemed to think it, too, for she looked dangerous till Tip's hand came down to his side. "What do yon want, Roxy ?" he asked "What are you doing here?" "I want yon, Crooked Tip Barrows!" she answered, with an icy precision and composure that made the miscreant shiver. "Do vou remember when you cut me there with a riding whip?" raised one hand to reveal the welt scar be-neath -her collar. "I-I didn't know, it was you, Roxy." "Words come easy to you-most any old kind-don't they?" scoffed the flower girl. "A few hours ago you filled my eyes with red pepper." "You tackled me like a. wild tiger." "That's twice," pronounced Roxy, steadily. "It's three times and out, thouoh. This is the third, and its my turn I want you, Crooked Tip Bar rows, and-I've got you!" Crooked Tip Barrows looked at the deadly level weapon the girl held, and shrank. He met the steady steely glance she fixed on him, and quailed. "I-I guess yon have, Roxy," he con fessed, with an assumption of bravado indifference. "What of it?" "Justice!" "Oh, you're bound to get even with me for a little miff, eh ?'' Tip looked around him in a lost, un-easy way. Jack saw a momentary glow of anxiety cross Roxy's face as she glanced past him at the open window. Notwithstanding his failure to connect in their prearranged scheme, the flower girl had gone steadily on with her part, but he kuew she mnst be anxious for her next cue-at least an indication that he was on deck. Jack gave as good an imitation as he could of Roxy's late whistle. Instautly the flower girl's face light ened up, but Tip, bristling like a'1 aui-mal at double bay, traced an mbow menace in the signal, and edged mo the window. he He glared out of it, saw nothing, t his hand on its sill, and looked sulk! Nic ugly. l to ''Take care!" warned Roxy. tho "Take care what?'' Tip hurled l savagely. "Don't try any breaks, such jump. If you want to crack yourt all right, only-that necklace first !"ck C "What necklace?" "As if you didn't know! MaybJust think I can't shoot?" "Give it up-Duke of Corva, Irly Crooked Tip Barrow, give it up!" g a Tip's hair seemed to rise at ling echo of Roxy's mandate. scu "I'll baffle you yet!" he hissed. ara. "No, you won't!" called cr and he moved the bright weapon 1 ou hand so that Tip should make nom t 11e as to what it was. w Jat "Won't I?" flared Tip. "Jail mled 11 see if the old idiot, Muir, wi11 dt 1 ext make a of himself l 110 toney friends, appearing in a amo con rt een "Never 111ind t.hat. We'll getk felt what you stole, JUst the same-had what we're after primarily. Forled to that girl, Crooked Tip." sa :e "Yes, give me that necklace," S'J mented Roxy, impatient and impel. ey SJ n, Y Jt!" ed ou In a h1ss and splutter of rage ant tl peration that somehow bore a cent of triumph, Crooked Tip the words. 1,' His hand went to his breast lightniue-. Quick as lightning it < -Jg pl out. nhrell "The dove!" cried Roxy, obs at hi what his fingers clutchecl s h e "The necklace!" shouted the S'ormi< Jack, catching the outlines of a. harness about the pigeon, and bright as star-dust under one fi tlte a wing. he's J Leaning out of the window fary, w< could, Crooked Tip gave the trainnt of < a wide upward fling. was "Go!" he voiced. er e n Straight as a lark, soaring lense s cloud, swift a a dart sent fro111 tl lnie f

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 2 3 raced an u b ow, t h e carrier dove pierced the and edged to moonlight. h e crown jewels of Bokhara !" aw nothing, r d t h e malignant, exultant Tiplooked sulk Nick Carter and all meddling d Roxy. Tip hurled t o follow that carrier dove, to trace th ose jewe ls-if they canl" CHAPTER VIII. reaks, such THE NECKLACE TRAIL. crack your ecklace first!" ck Carter's detective had t n essed so se u sat10nal an explo1t as now! Mayb ju s t enac t ed by C rooked Tip Bar'e of Corva, give it up!" o rise at this andate. irl y d azed J ac k stood helplessly .g a t the swift winged messenger as con vey in g away into uncertainty bsc u ri t y the fa m ous crown jewels of '' he hissed. a ra. called back e craf t y i m postor and thief had ioht weapon d outwitted the m ld 1 ake no 111 t he other end of that queer express 11 what bulk of valuables might not be Tip. "Jail m Muir, will d k of himself a 1 aring in a ed up-the results of Crooked Tip's t extensive t hefts! d now the king-haul of the season, amous crown jewels of Bokhara, ee u added to the secret, ill-gotten t. We'll get k felt as if half the glory of the t the sanFie-had vanished, and his weapon imarily. or eel nervelessly to his side. Tip." kl s saw within the lighted room across nee ley space Roxv's face whiten. Ient and nnpcr h you schemer!" she f eel out, with a temper-snap of her ter o rage a1 teeth. w bore a_ ce\ta ou keep back!" called Tip, as Roxy ooked Tip s 1 cecl upon him. "Don't quite massa. e!" bre.ast qt reached out as if in alarm at the s hghtmng It n g pistol, and picked tlp a big cotd Roxy, ched. 11 hrella that chanced to stanil in the obs at his side shouted the s outlines of a pigeon, and a under one fl the window far ) gave the train lark, soaring art ent frolll th is he wa\'ed, a feeble guard to the f orllliclable armament of his young onld scratch yom eyes out!'' de the angry little miss. "Oh, Jack! he's fooled us at the last!" y, WOU1an-like, weakened at the n t of critical juncture. was ready to cry with vexation, er emotio11 momentarily took her enses off guard. brief dropping of the revolver was watchful Tip's opportunity, and he took immeJiate advantage of it. So quickly that neither Jack nor Roxy hacl time to recover poise, he was ou tl1e window sill. With a brushing whirl, he shot up t h e umbrella top. Dari11g and desperate to the poiut of holding to the handle, Tip gave a JUmp Down he went, no faster than if h e h a d a well-devised parachute in h is grasp. Jack stared at his receding for m i n a blank kind of a way. Ten feet from the canvas screen into which h e himself had recently landed, disastei; overtook t h e venturesome Tip. With a snap and a whir the umbrella top, unable to withstand the tremendous air pressure, flopped back en tire. Tip dropped plumb. Had he struck the canvas in the centre, all would have been well with him. Iustead, by some perversity or award of fate, his feet landed where the plank had torn a gaping hole in the cloth. Straight through this he went. A distinct groan followed a heavy thud. Jack, glancing over at the open win dow, saw that Roxy had disappeared from the 111iser's room. Iler celerity in getting below shamed him to prompt action. He was ofl the roof and down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. He came 11pon a senseless form and a hovering one under the alley screen. Roxy was ahead of him. She was flus tered and breathless from a breakneck descent and a vivid run. "He won't need any come-alongs," she commented, tersely, pointing to the mute, prostrate form lying across the stone slabs. "Is he badly hnrt ?" "One ann broken, head horribly crushed. It's the ambulance, insteacl of the patrol wagon, Jack." A police ambulance call was soon sent in; there was the usual confusion incideutal to an accident. As all was ready to convey the inj. ured thief to the hospital, Jack went over to where Roxy stood silent and pensive. "Come and see l\1r. Carter to-morrow," he spoke.

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IH NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 'ou "No, I won't come to Mr. Carter, un-stant watch on all vi sitors to less--" ho spital. r The flower girl paused. He dire ct e d a visit to the old ID be "Well, Roxy ?" room and a tl10rough inspe ction o,1 a "Unless I find out something new." same. "Why! what is there to find out?" "Some of the miser's cu s tomenVh: tion of his tireless ally. point: the destination of the f1 1 "She's a loyal one-makes a fellow pigeons." 1 feel she's a friend worth having, and a Jack spent three hours that genuine, all-through little lady!" he so-about the old t enements. )h! liloquized, ardently. An exhaustive s earch, brought to light not so much as a.J.o, Crooked Tip Barrows had run his last of writing. 1 .sneak, the police surgeon at the hospital The doves had gone. Even reported, after a cursory examinatiou of one had dis a ppeared. ck_ the injured criminal. 1 That afternoon the rest of the btl 11 Aside from a broken limb, Tip had rewas to be torn down, so that ended'Wa ceived injuries to his head that were serifluence in the case in hand. ;ho ous, if not fatal, and it would be two Jack spent the rest of the day(!ll weeks at the least before he would be scurry through the district, runniugran able to move, or even clearly understand points bearing on Crooked Tip's rei what was going on about him. He found out considerable abo J ack made a search of Tip's garments. d to! man, met many acqua1ntances an 1 ld He founc1 nothing, however, that was a of the injured criminal, but non1n clue to city associates or the woman who had l atterly had any dealings with d operated _the other end of the mysterious In their vernacular, Crooked Ti re carrier dove line. been flying for higher game that He was depressed and dissatir.fied as he aimed at, recently. n 1\ accompanied Larry and Buff home to Nick Jack came home at dusk, disptha Carter's. anrl impatient with the slow The veteran detective was in bed, and, he must continue to follow out ew anxious as Jack was to report the new only re source promising a final 1t phases of the case, he declared that it the secret hoard of the injured would not spoil by till morning. He decided he would visit RoJ>t t All interest now must naturally centre eventng. m on the person or persons who had received His little friend was sharp, sr,als the stolen jewels. bright, and her fresh mind migle P For all he knew, the writer of the taken in some hints in the case t.wt_\V: cipher note, who was undoubtedly the own had passed over. 11 11: operator of the other end of the carrier Almost. instantly after enterirVh t pigeon route, might be hw1dreds of miles house, however, Jack was hailed: b e away. patron. :m s Jack had heard of these wonderful "Want to see me, Mr. Carte:t StH trained doves winging a three days' flight quired Jack, eagerly, as he ente _ha t at the rate of over forty miles an hour. library. 11111 He was tired, and he soon fell asleep, "I do Jack "nodded Nick-'6 she despite his anxious perplexities. seat." ' had Nick freshened up his laggard ardor "You've got something to b: with some practical advice, immediately about this perplexing case I'm after breakfast next morening. ing on, Mr. Carter?" guessed Jac!i11 et The veteran detective advised a con"That's right."

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 2b ou have been looking it 11p, and that 1 visitors to Tip as good as settled!" declared Jack. 'rong, Jack," demurred Nick. "I ;it to the old m been busy oyer some outside affairs ugh inspection 0 wdn't the time, but some one else miser's customer ho ?" fe place," said t l oxy h e flower girl!" ou can, through es Jack," continued the detective, nd affiliations. Interested eyes, "do you know I nero-ies on one yon discovered a rare jewc:l in the of the c 1 in that little sprite I would like her. She's the keenest, readiest, hours that 1110 t siuess novice I ever ran across.'' ents. h! then, she hasn't been here?" search, ho J ured Jack, disappointedly. ot so much as a lo, she wrote." letter!" one. Even t h ead it. ck handed Jack a folded missive e rest of the b n his desk. f. so that ended was written in a plain, clear hand, hand. bowed that Roxy had learned how of the day 11 rig)Jt. !district, running ran: rooked Tip's re nsiderable abo uaintances and 11inal, but non dealings with ar, Crooked Ti gher game that Nick Carter : told your pupil, Jack Burton, that nld report anything I found out. don't know how detectives make reports, but here' is mine, short and 11 Max the miser's room I found a e at dusk disp that Crooked Tip Barrows had writ the slow a nd hadn't time to send away with to follow out ewels and the pigeon. isinoa final t said to who he was sending the the thie I : 'Get rid o.f all the you have rould visit Rox p t these H1de these till you hear 111 e.' 1 1 1 also happened to pick up the dead [ wl as 1darp, sl e pigeon, beca11se I know a poor old es 1 m1n m1o-' .. I th "'t w who makes a h v1ng stuffin!! and s 1n e case . 1 n tJng buds. er. k, after enteri1 :Vhile he was fixing it, he said it rjJck was hailed be a fine breed of the carrier kind of o ns, because whoever owned it had me Mr. Carte t such expensive food. y he enter hat set me thinking. I got question-, 1i111, and he said that his investiga-dded Nick-" showed that the last meal of the had been made on Singapore milk mething to t ng case I'm b l'his, he saicl, is an expeusive luxury guessed Jack h eighteen doJ;ars a pound, bought only for fine carrier doves, to give them strength and endurance. "I found out where it was sold. I went to the place, and learned that only three customers had bought any such seed inside of three months. "I knew that miserly old Max would never spend eighteen dollars a pound for pigeon food. "I ran down two of the customersbird fanciers up town. "The third custolller was a woman. "A woman sent the white pigeon back with that message, Jack said "Tell Jack I ran the woman down. "Tell Jack she's the other end of the carrier dove line. "I know this-becauseI've illiJ.naged to get hired by her as a maid. "Tell Jack, how's that? and not to spoil the crown jewel case by too much hurry. ''But if he wi11 hang around the ad dress on the back here, and watch the left last window on the second floor be tween nine and ten o'clock to-morrow morning, I will do the rest. Roxy. '' "Why, Mr. Carter!" cried the aston ished Jack, "this is wonderful! The girl has made a detective run in twenty.four hours that is simply phenomenal. Can she have really found the woman who wrote the cipher note?" ''In the hypothesis of sound logic and n:1tmal clue.deduction-yes." "What have you to say to that?" "I say," responded Nick Carter, "clever girl CHAPTER IX. THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE. "That's the place!" Jack Burton spoke the words passing the house that represented the address that Roxy had given in her characteristic report to Nick Carter. It was one of a block it1 a litt.Je half residence, baH-business street way out in the pmlieu.s of Brooklyn. Underneath was an empty store. The street door of the flat was closed, all the shades upstairs were drawn. Jack passed the house twice. The sec ond time he turned the next corner with a satisfied face.

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26 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ''She's there-Roxy is on hand as she He heard a rustle in an adjoining apartShe seemed said she'd be!" he declared. ment as of some one rising from a couch ,eerned-]ack Caught in a lowered sash, and trailing Before he could reach the door som ustry was all casually over the sill, as if placed there draperies parted, and a large, dark Suddenly s to dry, was a trifle of lace-Roxy's collar. woman with keen, piercing eyes con irect1y acros "There's the pigeons!'' fronted him. Then she 1: Jack said this half an hour later-said "What do you want?" she demanded, quare it lining the alley at the rear of the house. sharply. nside wmdo .Passing a garbage box, Jack saw lying "My dear madam, there was no bell," Jack, stud among the debris three dead pigeons. explained Jack, volubly. "Pardon the he began to A single close glance told him whose intrusion, but I have here a wondtrful a discovery. they had been, for one wore the harness work of art--" bands that had crossed the back of the "We have no use for it." Such the dove Crooked Tip Barrows had sent aloft "If-ah-yes! Too busy, I see." rated _sqna with the stolen necklace. Jack stammered, for a little white n then A 1 "No guess work now," reflected Jack. warning hand flashed magically quick The worn "Here's the other end of the carrier dove from behind the draperies, was as quickly these along line,sure!" withdrawn. "W," n Roxy l1ad hinted in her note that Jack "Roxy's, and she says 'get out!' ran 'Watch ont should not "rush things," but after the through Jack's mind. "Guess that break With as young detective had put in an hour or was no good." woman d more of watching the place, he felt like The suspicious way in which the quickly as forcing issues. woman followed him clear down the "A figu He had no means of knowing Roxy had stairs and bolted the door after him, veriA wor not made some stumble that had betrayed fied this conclusion. and to t her into trouble. The lack of motion Jack, however, kept up his role till came the about the house irritated him. clear through the block. graphing Jack had come prepared for emergen-Faithfully from house to house he "We11, cies. With a flexible covered sample he went with his "wonderful work of art." The si had brought with him, he started in to do Rounding the corner and glancing two mint the block as a book canvasser. back, he was glad he had kept up the "Who' There was no bell to 394 Jack turned assumption. gated Ja the knob. He had certainly aroused the suspicions He cr "Here's luck!" he muttered, as it of Roxy's new mistress. sideways gave. At one end of her window he saw her So far Jack went softly up the stairs. He standing, an opera glass at her eyes, on the s lo'oked through the open doorway of the focused steadily on himseH. "Wh first room he came to. Jack guessed that Roxy was waiting was ins A lady's writing desk stood open in for some discoveries, or developments here," ] one corner of the apartment. that had not yet come along. He d Jack tiptoed to it. He expected the en"I've got to stay around till she giyes lead bef velopes that littered it to teil him some me s ome definite signal," he decided, He g kincl of a story "but I can't parade in view again-that ward t He glided into a little ornamental chair wuman is watching." ::;ometh. standing near the desk, and leaned eagerJack cross e d the street, v;ent down the ly forward to take the outspread litter side avenue and dodged into the alley, within a comprehensive glance. running behind the row of houses and "Pshaw!" stores fronting 394 Jack got np promptly. He was prettv well satisfied, when he "Put my foot in it!" he supplemented, gained a favor;ble position in the base-and then he bent his ear. ment of an nnoccnpied honse nearly oppo-The minute Jack sat down, the cha1r -site the one he had just visited. had "started up." The shade of one windo.w and its sash That is, it was one of those music box as w e ll was clear up now. chairs operated by pressure, and Jack's About it hovered the woman Jack had weight had started a tune going. seen. "' strippi suspect com pli Does t thing guess a few signal Jac desig

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NICK CAR'fEH WEEKLY. 17 apart. She seemed to be tidying up-but only couch eemed-Jack soon discerned that her inr somaustry was all a pretense. dark Suddenly she fixed her glance almost co n irectly across the street. Then she began tumbling over a lot of nded,;quare pieces of wood that littered the nside window sill. bell," Jack, studying a purpose in the way the;he began to handle these, abruptly maC:e derful discovery. "Building block:?," he guessed. Such they were-the alphabet illus-trated squares so popular with children wl1ite in their A B C's. uick The woman began to place a row of ickJy these along the ledge. "W," read Jack-" A-T-C-H hello! 'Watch ont !' With a sweep of her jewe led hand the woman destroyed the vivid sentence as the quickly as she had formed it. the "A figure cam next-"4." eri A word followed. "G-R-A-V-E" and to the floo r went the blocks, down till came the shades, and the unique telegraphing was over. "Well," whistled the interested Jack. The signaling had not taken more than Jng two mi11Utes of time. he '' the "Who's she been talking to?" interro-ons her gated Jack, eagerly. H e craned his neck and tried to look sideways. So far as he could see, not a person was es on the street. "Whoever she signaled to, that person ng was inside some of the stores along ts here,'' Jack decided. he v Jd ;h ld He determined to follow up this new lead before it became a complication. He got out of tl:e basement, well toward the alley, and then, thinking of something, darted across a yard and through the doorway of a shed. 'Watch out!' he soliloquized, stripping off his c oa t. "That means she suspects bei11g watched. She has an accomplice, and is warning him. 'Four.' D oes that mea11 that at fom o'clock something comes off-the n, 'Grave.' I can't guess that out. At any rate, I'll put in a few minutes trying to find out who she signaled to." Jack wore what Nick. Carter's pupils designat e d as "a lightning change suit." A mere turn over altered the color of his attire. He abandoned his natty bicycle cap for a low slouch hat. He removed his false mustache, he rumpled up his hair, and was an entirely different-looking person from the neat, handsome book canvasser as could be well concluded, when he got through his transformation. Just leaving the shed, Jack confronted a man who had come out from the building, in front. "Hey, you!" he hailed, "what are you doing in there?" "l ain't in there-I'm just conllng out?" retorted Jack: "Pretty cool, seems to me!" "What! changing a fellow's collar? I ain't stealing any of yom wood." The man seemed a littie daunted at Jack's brusqu. e manner, and muttered something about "tramps." "Where's the other fellow?" he asked. "What other fellow?" demanded Jack. "That I saw go in here, too." "Oh, I guess there was no oue but n1e. '' The man looked dissatisfied with this statcmeut, and Jack hurried away regretting that he had been seen both before and after his change to a new disguise. He came boldly out into the street in front, however, for the shades of 394 were down again, and he felt positive that the womau who had _.signaled with the building blocks would not know him if she saw him. It took very little inspection and thought to fix upon the place she had telegraphed to. "That little barber shop," decided Jack. "Yes, that's the only place in her range of view that looks likely, and that fellow at the door-he seems scared and uneasy The man in q11estion verified Jack's suspicions by looking repeatedly with fnr ti,en es s at the shaded window across the stree t. J ac k followed a quick impulse, and just passing the barber shop entered it. Somehow, it struck him that the place did not look as if much business was going on there. Its location was against it-it had no

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28 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. sign iu front, its single chair was far back in the shadow, and the man who followed him in did not have a tonsorial look. Jack threw himself into the chair iu a careless rough-and-tumble way. "Fix up my hair a little, will you?" he spoke. "Rats slept in it last night.'' As the man proceeded to his task, Jack knew from the way he handled comb and brush he was no adept at the trade. H e was uucommunicative, when Jack tried to draw him out, answering only in monosyllables. He was hurrying to get rid of what was evidently dn unwelcome custo1uer, when the back door opened and a man entered. Jack started at his reflection iu the glass, and he saw the man start also as he ran his eye over him quickly. "The fellow who chaflenged me in the shed!" muttered Jack. The man spoke a hurried sentence. It was in a foreign language or a queer j.argon. lt sounded so like a menace, a sharp order, that Jack felt that he was on the edge of trouble. Getting ready to start from the chair at the first demonstratiou of dauget, two things happened very quickly, anticipating his own movements. The last comer slammed the open do
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NICK CARTER WEEKTJY. 2\1 beehotions, for the woman was dressed in auleep mouming and veiled heavily. Following her, and carrying something and high about which a newspaper .vas p1nned, was Roxy. h re They proceeded down the street. A sweeping off her steps spoke to 0111&:he woman in black. There was a brief confab. Then Roxy m 0hnd her mistress procecled on their way. Fner. Jack turned the key in the door of the I t d barber shop as they turned the next e corner. 1ent 0 d He crossed the street rap1clly, but les_senecl his gait as he heard the woman xl?sweeping her steps challenged by her jnext door neighbo r. t as "\Vas that Mrs. Latour?" asked the atter. nes "Ye,;. She is going to move," was the of response. liar "'When?" "This evening. She is going west, she sa''S." tal j "What was that her new maid was carrt, he he lC-t s t rying?" "A geranium plant. She is going to place it on her husband's grave." "Oh! up at the little cemetery? She is always fussing about that plant, and mourning her poor husband. Queer woman-so secretive and suspicious acting.'' "Thanks, ladies!" muttered Jack. "I've got my pointer. 'The little cemetery.' I begin t o see what '4 grave' 111eans." Jack did not further shadow Roxy aud her mistress. He felt that his convictious were worth a risk. He was sure that the little cemetery, at 4 o'clock, w ou ld witness some climax in the doings of the mysterious l\lrs. Latour. An inquiry from a storekeeper directed him to a small cemeterv about h alf a mile distant. Its iron gate stood open. No one was about. Jack made for a clump of thick dwarf pines on a plot. of 'ground near the centre of the place. Stowe d the re in complete hiding, he watched aud waited. His senses grew more alert as he saw two fan1iliar fonns come slowly through the iron gateway-Mrs. Latour and Roxy. Nearing a mound about fifteen feet away, the woman knelt upon it, and producing a little trowel, proceeded to bed a small circular base in the tmf. Roxy had removed the wrappings ftorn her burden. Jack saw a thrifty geranium set in a large green painted flower pot. This }Irs. Latour lifted into the circu lar hole she had cut, patted the sod about it neatly, and then taking out her lland kerchief put it under her veil. Apparently, for the space of five minutes, she was convulsed with the deepest grief. "1\Iy poor dear husband-this is the last office of respect I can perform for him !'.l she spoke to Roxy, brokenly. "He must have had two names!" commented keen-eyed Jack-"for on the little slab there it says 'Darthow,' instead of 'Latour.' What's the object of this piece of acting, anyway 't'' It was now only three o'clock-he heard a distant bell sound that hour. '' Fonr'' was what t:1e building block signa l had said. \Vas the woman going to wait here?'' No, she was preparing to lea\e at once. Jack hardly knew what to do. He feared losing sight of her. The two men from the barber shop had not shown 11p, nor did the wo1uan seem to be expecting them. He decided to apprise Roxy of his presence-that might bringsome direction or indication from his bright little ally. He gave a low quick imitation of her favorite one she had employed in announciug l1er arrival in the miser's room when Crooked Tip had been cornered. The woman started slightly at tl1e sound. Roxy preserved a superb pose of r.om posu re. 11\Vhat was that?" inquired the woman -"a bird?" "Some boy, I suppose," came R oxy 's response. ''Madam, are we going now?" "Yes, my clear,'' replied the woman. "Oh! how can I ever leave New York, and my poor dead husband behind me!" There was a n e w flood of emotion se t loose under the black veil.

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zo NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "If I had a friend in this beantiful cemetery, I would feel quite resigned to leave him here," spoke Roxy, raising her voice distinctly. "Good for you!" muttered Jack. "If that isn't a broad hint for me to stay right here and let her work her end of the affair, there never was one. That little jewel is bright as a dollar!" Jack felt completely satisfied now, that Roxy did not need his co-operation so far as the woman was concerned. vVhen they had departed, he fixed his eyes on the green flower pot. He was thinking out some pretty complicated theories, when he saw two men come through the cemetery gate. 'l'hey looked well back of them. Then they proceeded rather quickly to the mound which Mrs. Latour had just vis i te cl. Jack started into quick interest. One of the men was the barber who had shot him into the cellar, the other the man who had caught him disguising himself. "Ahead of time," remarked the latter. "The green flower pot isn't," said the other. "That's so, anc1 that's our cue. Come a head.'' The fake barber leaned over and lifted and shouldered the green flower pot. Jack's eyes began to open wider. They dilated still more as the other man roughly broke off the plant at the roots and tossed it carelessly aside. "I see," murmured Jack. "Oh, yes, I see perfectly, clearly, now!" "Not that way," spoke the larger fellow of the two sharply, as his companion started for the front of the cemetery. "vVhv not?" "Thestreet wall at the back is saferquiet lane-llJust be cautious, you know?' Jack lifted out his revolver-got ready to start after the men. They made for a brick wall that lined the rear of the place. Jack darted from cover as they reached it. "Oh, bother!" he heard one of them say. "Two policemen! \Ve don't want to go way.'' "Yon can't come this!" "Eh ?" The signal t "Confusion!" 'trolman tot "Hand down that flower pot!" 'The fngitiv Jack's two sharp statements sandwicl;l(e of four the dismaved ejaculations of the fello,nds. on the wall. ack told tl They recognized him instantly, ated that their faces fell. the statio "Jump over-make a dash-those o ed to send cers may not see us!" breathed the orted tot fellow, quickly. Then hem. "Don't try it!" advised Jack. ,. nts of the ''Doaslsay!'' emto tak Bang! esent. Over the top of the wall both me Half an ho leaped. 1e home of Jack had fired. A one-hor His bullet grazed the arm that it. around the green flower pot. "Going The man let go of it with a sharp crJust in tim of pain. Jack went As he tumbled over the outside of th get into t wall, the flower pot rolled down the i1 "I g.uess side. nels is i \\lith a crash it struck a stone, an ello! th split open directly at the feet of Nic An cxciti Carter's young detective. e flat Jac A golden, glowing flood poured out. It had a ---oxy had j CHAPTER XI. She bore 'l'HE ROLL OF HONOR. \nne The secret hoard of old Max the miser18ppers. .rom 1 had come to llght. A 1 fl . 1 1 quare ra1 e sing e aslllng g ance at t 1e con 1 tl n 1e ce tents of the green flower pot told Jack lle this. cross pn r d 1 . slc Un erneat 1 a th1n layer of dtrt, ther f 1 e ence had reposed walches, nngs, bracelets, th 1 . 1 r em. c 1a ms, Jewe s. All the recently acquired They_ for Crooked Tip, except the crown jewels o g Bokhara, the pnceless necklace, seemed .ampulate to be comprised in the g1itteriug heap. fes Mrs. Latour had that, probably, buq:.1hng,. oc Roxy was after it-keen nd esJtat -I' v .. l who had advised Jack to wait in -te cemJust t..Jle eterv to some advantage! r1rs. Latot With something of admiration for the "Oh, yo clever league that had run the safest e womar fence he had ever run down, Jack made "1'11 fig for the fugitives. The wot He knew t bey were as good as caught, o get som as a police signal rang out. Roxy s The two officers the men had seen, orm, and aronse0 at their suspicious haste, had put own acr after them. hed.

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NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 31 The signal they gave brought another trolman to the other end of the lane. The fugitives were cornered, and in the ;e of four r evo lv e rs threw up their nds. Jack told the officers who he w as and that the prisoners be taken qnietly the station, and not booked n o r aled to sen d or rec eive messages till he or te d to the m. Then he made up a bundle of the connts of the green flow e r pot, a11d asked em to take charge of it also for the esent. Half a n hour later he came in sight of e home of Mrs. Lato ur. A one-horse conveyance stood in fr ont it. "Goin g away, eh ?" he muttered. ust in time, then!" Jack went around to the rear, d eciding get into the bouse some wa y I g.uess an arrest and a showing 11 p of lnds is in order," he soliloquized. Hello! there' s action. Why-Roxy !" An exciting sce n e was in progress at 1e flat Jack was makin g for. It had a blind veranda. Out upon this .oxy had just darted. She bore in both arms the drawer of me bureau or cabinet, fill ed with !pers. Roxy g lanced across the veranda. F.rom it ran a four-foot walk to a uare railed-in platform. "'In the centre of this was a post, and :ross pulleys ran taut wire r opes These slantect to pulleys in the s h ed, in e fence, in a ground post purposely set r them. They formed one of those clothes-c1ryg which can be lo:3cled and anipulated convenientl y from one spo t. Roxy rested th e drawer o n the platform iling, looked below, saw a bad drop, d Just' t llen out upon the veranclaflew rs. Latour, dressed for the street. "Oh, you treachero u s minx!" panted e woman. fight for this!" cried Roxy. The woman raug back i11to the kitchen get some missile or weapon. Roxy spraug t o the r a il of the p l atorm, a n d s i ghted the wire r ope running own across the ya r d to th e side of the he d. H e r hand went into her pocket. Out came that queer contrivance she had laughingly showed Jack the first day they became acquainted. It was a small wire hooked device with a gutta perch a mouth piece. Just such as Jack had seen "the wom a n with the iron jaw" time and again hang to by sheer strength of the teeth, while sliding across a wire or swinging dizzily from a trapeze. Roxy had told him that her moneyloving uncle had made her practice with it when he was trying to make her the infant prodigy This the flower girl now attachecl to the slanting rope. She inserted the mouthpiece behind her t ee th. She grabbe d up the drawer in both arms. As Mr. Latour reached her side, <1n iron p o ker in her h and, Roxy sw ung off from the railing. ''Bravo!'' Jack stood transfixed, bnt the enthu s i a stic eulogy wa s forced in voluntaril y from his lips Roxy slid the wire as if it was greased -head rigid, teeth firmly clutchi n g the month piece. "Drop!" shonted Jack, getting near to h e r land in g poi nt, and bracing himself to prevent a destructive s lam against the s h ed. Down came Roxy into the arms of the youug detective, slippecl to the ground, but never let go of the drawer. J ack l ooked up. The woman on the verauda glared at him with a baffiecl face "I must n ab her!'' spoke J ack. "Yes, don't let h e r go she i s leaving the city," panted R oxy ., Jack s tart ed up the yard stairs. The woman ran for the open kitchen door. It ca m e slam shut in J ack's face, and h e heard her running for the front of the house. Over a porch partiti o n h e bouude d, burst open the door o f the next flat, and was thro u g h two rooms, down the firs t stairway and out in the street, follow e d by the frightened shrieks o f the a lanned denizens of the place. Mrs. Latour was just spri11g in g into a carnage

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,. 32 NICK CARTEI-t WEEKLY. "Whip him up-get me away-a hundred do llars!" she gasped to the driver. Jack sprang at the horse's head. The man reversed his whip ancl aimed a blow at him. Jack deftly sljpped a strap buckle loose, dropped the bit, and dodged the blow of the angry driver. Before the man could get down from his seat a crowd was gathering. Jack pressed two men into service to subdue the Jehu, while be saw to it that the hyst erica l, rage-filled Mrs. Latour was closely taken care of till a policeman arrived. An enlightening word to the ofcer, and Jack ran around to the rear yard of the place again. Roxy was resting on the edge of the paper-filled drawer. "What you got there?" asked Jack, curiously. "Papers that establish the whole chain of the operations of old Max's fence," was the reply,"from the clove cote to the men in Philadelphia who melt clown the metal and ship the jewels abroad." Jack could not find words to express the ardent praise he felt to be the due of his plucky little ally. His admiring eyes spoke plainly, though, as he asked the question: ''The necklace, Roxy-the crown jewels of Bokhara ?'' Roxy put her hand to her thr'oat. She unclasped that royally magnificent cluster of gems that General Rodney Muir bad offered a fortune t o recover. As she did so, Jack caught sight, too, of t!1e scar of the welt that Crooked Tip Banows had made with his riding whip "I saw the woman was making off, ancl I made a break for these papers,'' ex claimed Roxy, "and the necklace, for I have had my eyes on both since yest e r0-.:ty, when I played it bard to get her t o 1ire me as a maid. Are you satisfied, Jack?" ''Sa tisfied! Roxy, you had ought to be chief of cle tecti ves!" "Well," answered the little la cly, de murely, "I had to g e t even with Crooke d Tip Barrows and earn that two do ll ars some way, yon know." Nick Carter had his wish that ev ening. He met face to face the clever girl who had helped a member of his school win the case of his life. When he told Roxy she had been t means of breaking up completely one A----the most formidable confederations crime New York had ever held, she onl----flnshed modestly. When he added that General Rodne Muir had directed him to see that she an her aunt were placed in a position whe their daily bread would be somethin more than an assured fact for many y to come, she looked grateful. "And what does Jack get?" murn1u Roxy, eamestl y. "Oh! I get the experience of trainin with the cleverest natural-born detecti I ever met," smiled her hero, "and h the credit of recovering the crown jewel of Bok hara. '' "You did it all, Jack!" declared Roxy positively. "Who wouldn't be glad to their lev e l best for a boy who tr'eats poor flower girl like a little lad y ? l\lr. Carter has made me a real young lady, Jack-and to think of the kind things Y0\1 've all done for me!'' T!1ere was something in the frankness, in the genuine professiunal pride of the brave little lady that won the esteem and respect of every person in the roolll, anci nothing more wa s said just then. But when Roxy, the flower girl, left the apartment, the rapt admiration of enthusiastic hearts broke l oose. And the members of Nick Carter's detective school gave three cheers for Nick Carter's girl detective. [TI-IE END. J The next number of the Nick Carter Weekly will contain "Done With a Click; or, The Mystery of the Painted Arm," by the author of ''Nick Carter." Nick Carter Quarterly. 'rhe earli e r i ss nes or 'Ni c k Carter \Veel.::ly, a r e u o w on sa l e in t l1e f o r m o f Q u arterlies, eac h ln ei iHlin g 1 3 c onst:>Cllthe issne-s o f t his f u.vor i tt\ wcC'kly t oge tll e r w i t h th e 1 3 orig inal illumina tf'O illn s tra lio11s. an d a n e l egant cover in col o rs. 'T'IIP pri<'e i s GO Cents volume, for wl1iC h s u m they w tll b e se11t IJy mail to f\.JlY add ress i n t h e U n itf'fl St ates. -NOW READY. No . t in cludin g Nos. 1 t o 13 o f Nick C a n e r N o 2, '' NoFJ. 1 4 10 2fi o f N i c k C a rt e r \\'eekt y N o 3, u Nos. 27 t1) 3 9 o f Nick CanC'r If v o ur Newsdeal e r h as n o t got W e Qna r tcr l ies, r e mit dire c t to the STREET & Si\UTU, 238 Will.iam St., N. Y.

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