Diana, the arch-demon; or, Nick Carter's run of luck

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Diana, the arch-demon; or, Nick Carter's run of luck
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Issued Wekly. By su6script,/Qn year. Entered as S econd-class Matter at theN. Y. Post Office, 6y STREET & SMITH, Seventh Aw., N. Y. No.476 NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 10, 1906. Price Five Cents At the same instant, Nick wheeled Diana around with a sudden jerk and snapped a pair of irons on her while Ten-lchi performed the same service for Olivette.


Ilsued Wu/ily. By l2..5o ftw Y"zr. Bnteret as Secflnd-class Mattw at tlu N. Y. Post 0!/ice /Jy STREET & SMITH, Slwflt/1 .AflntW, N. Y. Entwed aQrdinr lfJ .11&1 f Cotlg-rus ,;, tile year 1(/06, U.llle 01/f&e tlf 1/u LillrariatJ tlf Cotlpus, Was/lilv'ttm, D. No. 476. NEW YORK, February r o 19o6. Price Five Unts. Diana, the Arch=Demon; OR, NICK CARTER'S RUN OF LUCK Edited by CHICKERING CARTER. CHAPTER I. NICK CARTER'S UNWELCOME CALLER. Nick Carter's valet, Joseph, opened the door softly. and entered the study; then he stood patiently and silently, waiting until his master should raise eyes from the book he was reading. "A lidy to see you, sir," he said then. "Well," replied the detective. Who is she?" "She bade me say, sir, that she is an old acquaintance." "I have many such, Joseph "I asked her for her name, Mr. Carter, and she replied: 'It is not important. Your master will know me soon enough, when he sees me. Tell him that I am an old acquaintance. That will be suffici ent.' The detective pondered a mome,nt; then he said: "Go back to Joseph, and say that this is one of the days when I am not receiving people who do not send their names to me." Then he chuc k led to himse lf and added: "You may tell her that the twe n tyni nth day of February is the only date upon which I make an exception to this rule." '" Joseph pe r mitted himself to i ndulge in a grin. "That would be nearly four years from now, sir," he venture d "Yes ; if she cares to wait so long-other wise she can send up her name." Joseph vanished; and after a little, he returned. "Well?" asked the detective. "She said," replied the valet, "Tell your master that I am Diana Cranston.' The detect i ve started and laid aside his book. "What I" he e xclaimed. "Say that again.'' "Diana C r ansto n, sir." "The devil!'' "Far from it, sir, I should say. beau t if u l." Indeed, she is very "Obl I know that well enough. Diana Cranston, eh?


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Now how in the world does it hn. It was always my opinion that she was the real demon in the whole affair; that it was she who instigated the crime at the outset, and therefore-if I am correctshe was actt':tally as guilty, or more so, as the man who did the stabbing." "But, sir, if she was tri'ed and convicted, and sen tenced to ten years, how does it happen that she is here, in your house, in less than two years after her convic tion?" 1 "That is a question which I am now endeavoring to answer to !ll.Y own satis!action. She cannot have es caped, for Canadian prisons do not give t:p their prisoners so easily; and then, if she had escaped, this house would be about the last place on earth that she would cat.e to visit." "It is very bold of her to dare to come here." "It would seem so." The detective was meditative for several moments, and then, as if communing with himself, he murmured: "That was a remarkable case, take it altogether; about the most remarkable of my varied experience. I sup pose you remember it quite well, Joseph, but I feel in the mood to recall a part of it at least, befote 1 go down to hear what that young woman has to say to me. "It was a girl by the name of Natalie Delancy who was murdered. She was the daughter of a very rich and prominent man-Alexander Delancy ; and her father had married a widow with three children-two sons and a daughter, who were triplets. Thty were monstrosities, too; and they were named Rudolph, Maximillian and Olivette. "Rudolph was a big giant of a fellow, as ugly of visage as he was in temper ; a sort of wild beast, built after .. the pattern of a man. The other two, Max and Olivette, were as alike in looks as two peas-that is as, alike as a man and a woman could be." "And this Diana Cranston," interrupted Joseph, "was she a relative?" "No ; she was the davghter of a former governess of Natalie-the girl who was killed; but she was the brains of the whole outfit, I always thought. She had fixed herself up to look like talie and was impersonating her, at the time of the arrest. I wonder what in the big world she can be after, here, at m;y house?'' "I expect that you will find that out when you go

NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "I would do as you directed." "Really? Well, I won't place you in such an .un pleasant situation, although I confess that if it were not for her sex, that is precisely what I would order you to do; but as it is, I suppose I will have to see her." "I can send her away if you wish it, sir." "No; I don't think that I do wish it, after alt. There may be a reason fo,r this call that I ought to know. At least, I suppose it is my duty to see her. Where is Chick?" "He went to his room only a few minutes ago, sir." "Send him to me-;-and then you may return to the parlor and say to Miss Cranston that Mr. Carter will be down to. see her presently." When the first assistant entered the room, the detective said to him: "Chick, who do you suppose is down-stairs, waiting to see me?" "I'm sure that I haven't an idea." "Diana Cranston." "Eh? Di-an-a Cran--Where did .. she come from?'' "You can search me I" "What does she want?" "Search me again, Chick!" "I thought she was in--" "So did I. However, that isn't what for." "Well?'' I sent for you "Just fix yourself up a little while I am talking with her, and then go outside. When she leaves the house, you take the trail, and don' t leave it until know something about her. Use your own judgment about how long you keep after her, only report to me once in awhile, over the phone, or by note, or somehow." "Very good." "It is a cinch that she didn't come here for .,nothing. Something is buzzing in her bonnet, and I suppose she will tell me what it is before she leaves me; but the same, I am of the opinion that it will be well to shadow her for a "It is a sure thipg that she is up to mischief of some sort." "That is as certain as that you are a live man." "Do you suppose that she has escaped from prison?'' "No; if she hQd done that, she would not come here to me." "Then what--" "She has probably been pardoned by somebody who has the power. She is a very beautiful 10ung woman, and she is as smooth as cylinder oil ; she can also be as fascinating as an houri. I will make a guess that she has somehow got next to somebody 'who possesses par doning power, and-well, she hasn't done a thing to him but get pardoned. That is about the size of it." "But what brings her here?" "Chick, instead of asking that question you would confer a great favor upon your chief, by answering it; and I would like to know the answer before I go down to see her." "I am afraid that I'll have to give it up." "Wise young judge So do I. I will go and find out.'' "And I will get into a disguise and step outside.'' "Good I Make yourself up in some sort of a rig in which you can scrape acquaintahte with her, if you get the opportunity." "Do you think that that would be a good move to make?" "I am certain of it." "Then I will it so that it can be done. Only keep her with you for at least half-an-)lour will yo).l ?" "Yes; I'll do that." "And I will do the rest." CHAPTER II. A MURDERESS MAKES THREATS. When the detective entered the parlor where the young woman was awaiting him, she rose in her place to receive I him; and in spite of himself, he caught his breath when he looked at her. He remembered that she was beautiful; he recalled how attractive she was, but he had forgotten all of her charms-or else she had( grown vastly more seductive in appearance and since their last meeting. Many beautiful women have, at one time and another, come into the 11fe of Nick Carter-and gone out of it again, frequently through a prison door; but he did not recall another who possessed quite the superlative quality of beauty which belonge d to Diana Cranston. She was tall, and lithe, and graceful, and charming, She was queenly-almost imperial-in her manner ; and yet there was a seductiv<_! charm about her very haugh tiness, which was as puzzling as it was fascinating. Her costume had been selected with exquisite taste; it fitted her like a glove and it was in the very latest style, as well as of expensive material. Her figure-well, it was matchless; and her face was so beautiful that the mere thought of it beggars descrip tion. She had big, round, innocent blue eyes, and they were by long lashes of absolute black, and bor dered by brows as straight and black as the lashes. Het;. forehead was and very white, as was her general complexion, save where the pink showed through the delicate skin of her cheeks and chin. Her features were straight and regulflr, her mouth was a Cupid's bow, save that the lines of it were firm and strong, and full of character and decision ; and the head was set firmly and rather defiantly upon her slender neck and perfect shoulders and bust.


4 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Her hair was dark-and there was such a wealth of it -save when the light glinted upon it at the correct angle; then one could see certain shades which suggested burnished copper. Then, when she smiled, you saw two rows of perfect teeth-just the edges of them, you know, and at such times her eyes Hghted up with startling reality. "You scarcely expected a call from me, Mr. Carter," she said in a low, strong, steady voice, that was somehow as attractive as her face and manner. The detective nodded somewhat curtly, and replied: "No; I mu&t admit that I did not." "And you are wondering how I got here, I suppose." "Doubtless you came as others do." ''You thought that was still in prison, did you not?" "I must confess that I have not thought about you at all. I know that you ought to be in prison-or at the end of a hangman's rope." "That is an exteedingly unkind and ungenerous thing for you to say, Mr. Carter." "It is nevertheless quite sincere." "And now you are wondering why I have come here; no?" "I am waiting-with what patience I can-to find out." "Possibly I had no definite purpose at all, in coming." "I hardly think that there was ever a mornent in your life when you had not a definite purpose in view." "Really, I might accept that as quite a t:Ompliment." "You may receiv! it in any way tnat suits you best." "Has it occurred to you that perhaps I might have escaped from prison !" "No; for in that case, you would not present yourself here." "Quite true. I did not escape." Nick made no reply to this remark. He remained where he had stopped in the middle of the floor; and if the woman thought that she was to draw a ques tion from him, she was greatly mistaken His expression evinced no curiosity whatever con cerning tlte woman; and he saw that his manner had somewhat deepened the pink coloring of her cheeks. "I was pardoned," she said presently. Again detective remained silent. "You do not ask if Rudolph, and Max, and Olivette were pardoned at the salll:e time," she ventured, at last. "I do not care-so long as they keep away from me," he replied. 11And yet I might relate some intetesting news to you, concerning them-if you cared to hear it,'' she said. 1'1 am afraid that it would not interest me." "Rudolph has gone mad. Hs has been transferred to a madhouse-a prison for insane criminals." "And so, he escapes the death penalty, I suppose." "Exactly. Quite clever of him, was it not r" Nick shrugged his shoulders. "And Max is dead," she added. "He managed to hang himself in his cell." "And so saved the authorities the trouble." "Yes; considerate of him, wasn't it?" "Quite." "Olivette is still in prison. She would .have been very much in my way, had she been set at liberty with me." "No doubt." "It was the home secretary who stood for me; but I don't suppose you are interested in the details." "Not in the least." "Do you realize. Nick Carter, that I have spent almost two years in prison? In a living hell? In a place so loathsome to every sense of refinement that I possess, that with every moment that passed while I was there, the hate that I felt in my heart toward the man wlio had sent me there, grew and grew and grew, until it became the passion of my life?" ,. . Her entire demeanor had changed now. The blte eyes no longer suggested the presence of an angel ; they glittered like steel points with the sun shining on them. Tl!e Cupid's bow mouth had lost its flexi bility, and had settled into a straight line, s6 that the lips looked thin and drawn, and they were no a brilliant red, but rather of a pale pink-not pretty now, at all. And yet it was a handsome face, even in its utter fierceness. The detective shrugged his shoulders without vouch safing a reply. "Do you realize it P" she asked again. haA not thought about at all," he replied, this time. "It is the truth." "One of the rare occasions when truth appeals to you?" ''Oh, lou cannot offend me, Nick Carter." "Nor affront you, I imagine ; but you, could scarcely assert that you are above either. Rather, you are-c---" "Beneath thern ; eh ?!' "It is the thought I had in mind." "Do you wonder why I am here r 11I have abandoned idea of finding out." ui have come to tell you how I hate you. I have come to tell you that I am free. I have come to assure. you that being free-having been pardoned-! can still re member those many in prison; that I will never forget them; that I will always remember that you were the direct cause of my suffering, and that some day you wjll be made to pay the principal and interest of the debt you owe me.'' 11Qo I understand that you are threatening me?" asked the detective calmly. It was her turn to shrug her shoulders; and she laughed, lightly,


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 5 "Why, yes, I suppose so," she replied. "Was that your reason for coming here 1'' "It was part of it; but there was another." ves ?" "I ,have told you that has been transferred to a11 asylum for the criminal insane. You understood that, didn't yo1;1 ?" "Yes." "He played the part so well that he had no difficulty at all in convincing the doctors that he was mad." ''1 have no doubt of it." "And it was all only a part of a plan tt> escape entirely." "That is quite supposable also." "To-night he will be at liberty." "So soon?" "Did you ever read Mrs. Shelley's book that is called 'Frankenstein,' Mr. Carter.?" "I have read it-yes." "Rudolph is to be my Frankenstein." "Indeed." ''The fact does not seem to interest you." "No!hing that concerns you could any for me--unless again transgress the law.'' ''And theh-.........; ' "In sllj:h -a hope that you will do so in this country, whre your wiles and your fascinations will not accomplish 'f.l second pardon for you." "You would hunt me down in that case, I suppo&e." "I should endeavor, to the best of my ability, to place you where you ]Jelong. I have always believed '-that it was you who' plotted the murde/of Natalie Delancy; I have always believed that you were really more guilty of that murder than Max it was Max who committed the actual. crime." She laughed again, lightly. "I haven't the slightest objection to admitting that you are right," she said. "Have you anything more to say to me?" asked the detective. "No." "And you came here merely to boast?" "No; I came to see you ace to ace. I came to assure myself that you lived here in this house. I came in order to see the inside o it. I came to gloat over what is to come." "Well, if you have seen and gloated all you care to, I would be gltd .jf you would take yourself out of my presence.'' "Really? You are so lacking in manners." "You know," he added meditatively, and as if he had heard her last remark, "since you are a woman, it would rather disg_ust me to be forced to apply physical force to ybu, and so to thtow you out." "I cannot imagine your doing such a thing.'' "But, on the other hand, I might call my servant to do it for me." "Yes. You might do that. Why don't you ?" The detective stepped backward a pace and touched an electric button. "Joseph," he said, when the valet appeared, "does your watch agree with mine?" "I will see, sir. It is now thirteen and a half minutes past eight o'clock.'' "That is quite correct. Now, "Yes, sir." "At seventeen and a half minutes past eight o'clockwhich will be just four minutes-if this woman is still here, you will throw her out, something the manner I suggested to you when she was announced. You understand ?" "Yes, sir." The detective swung around on his heel and abruptly left the room ; and he did it so suddenly that he was gone and the door had closed behind him, before Diana Cranston was aware of it. CHAPTER III. KNOCKED OUT BY A WOMAN. Joseph stood calmly before Diana with his watch in his hand and she regarded him through narrowed lids ; but he did not raise his ey.es to hers at all. He only looked at the face of his watch. After a mom.ent, she spoke to him. "Would you do -the thing your master has commanded of yoll ?" she asked. He made no reply and he did not raise his eyes. She stamped her foot on the floor and demanded : "Did you hear me, sir ?" If his demeanor was any criterion, Joseph did not hear her, for he remained silent and motionless. "Look at me !" sh e commanded, stamping her foot again; but she might as well have addressed her remark to the satyr that hung in its gilt frame over the fire place, for all the impression it made upon Joseph; and Joseph was wise in his generation, for, by refrainiqg from looking into those magic blue eyes of hers, he es caped the likelihood of becoming a victim of their wiles. "Your master is a boor, a cad, an upstart, Joseph.'' ....... Still he did not seem to hear. "At all events, sirice he would not wait to hear it, you can tell him this," she continued. "Tell him tha.t sooner or later I will kill him. Tell him that I shall commit at least one more crime while I live, and he shall be its victim. Tell him that there is no depth of suffer ing that I can devise which I will not study out and bring to his door. Tell him that I will make him sweat blood, and weep tears of blood. Tell him that..-:.." Joseph's watch closed with a snap and he took a step forward and laid his hand on her arm.


6 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. She wrenched herself free and darted to the opposite side of the room, where she stood at bay, with her head raised, with her eyes blazing wrath, erect, watchful, alert and venomous in every point of expression she possessed. But Joseph did not hesitate. He pursued her across' the room and again he laid a hand upon her arm. She souglj.t to jerk away from him again, but this time he had se6ured a firmer hold, and he retained the grip upon her. But she made another effort, and this time she suc ceeded; and the instant she was free, she darted toward the door, but paused when half-way to it, and, wheeling in her tracks, pointed a pistol at Joseph's head. It was done so suddenly and came so unexpectedly, that Joseph halted in his tracks. But it was only for an instant. He smiled grimly then, and pushed forward. "I would not advise you to use that," he said calmly; and smiled at her. She uttered a low cry of fury at that, and then with sudden vehemence she the weapon straight at his head. She did it so suddenly and the act was so futally un expected, that Joseph was taken entirely off his guard. The weapon, true to its aim, hit him squarely upon the forehead, and he fell backward to the floor, stunned and bleeding from a gash over the temple. But Diana did not wait to witness the effect of her act. She was convinced now that Joseph intended to carry out his instructions to the letter, and that he would irnieed, throw her into the street if she attempted to remain longer in the house ; and so she turned and passetl into the hall, and thence out at the front doot, into the street. It was several moments after she had gone before Joseph stirred again. But after iJ. time he opened his eyes and looked around him, in a bewildered manner, for a moment, wondering where he was, and what had happened. He did not attempt to move until he had thought it all out; and gradually it all came back to him, and he turned a little, to see if she was still there. Being assured that she was not, he rose slowly and painfully to his feet; but even after' that, he subsided into a chair for a few moments more, until he had entirely recovered his strength. Then he crossed the floor to a mirror, and looked at himself in the glass. It was only a scratch that he had after all, but it had bled freely enough, and there was a streak of blood down the side of his face. But he made no remark; instead, he turned away and went to his own room, where he washed off the evidences of what he had experienced, changed his collar and other wise made himself presentable; after which he returned to his accustomed place in the lower hall. It was not long after that when the detective rang for him. "Did you have to throw her out, after all, J oh ?'' asked Nick. "I started to do so, but-well, she got the best of me." "Ran out before you could touch her, eh? What is the matter with your head? It is bleeding, or has been." "It is where she hit me, sir.'' "She-hit-you ? What did she hit you witb.? Her fist?" "She threw a pistol at me;" "You don't say I And knocked you do wn, I suppose." "Knocked me out. Here is the pistol, sir. She went away and forgot it. I found it when I recovered." "Do you mean to say that you were knocked sense less?" "I was stunned, sir.'' "Humph! Now, I wonder what she did, if anything at all, while you were lying there senseless. Why, Joseph, I did not suppose that you woul4' permit a slender woman like that to get. the best of. yof1 in a mix-up.'' "Nor I, sir.'' I * * * It was after midnight when Chick returned to the house, but he found that the detective had not yet retired, so he wept at once to the study. "Sit down, Chick, and light a cigar, if you care for one. Then tell me all about it." "What time it when that woman left here?" asked Chick, while he lighted a cigar. "I did not take notice of the time.'' "Well," drawled the detective, "it could not have been very long after seventeen and a half minutes past eight. It might possibly have been twenty, seeing that Joseph did not exactly carry out his orders." Chick s expression of amazement was so genuine, that the detective laughed aloud; and then he explained: 1You see," he said, "I told him to fire her out at seventeen and a half minutes past the hour; bwt instead of doing that, he permitted her to knock him down with a pistol. But you look as if you had been somewhere since you left the house; eh ?" "I should say I had." "Tell me about it." "I don't suppose ydu knew that I took Ten-Ichi and Patsy out with me, did you?" "No.'' "That was the wjly in which I got acquainted with her.'' "Eh? So you did that, did you?" "Yes."


( NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Well?" "You can see how I am rigged out-in my automobile coat and hat, and all the accessories.'' "Yes." "I got out tl!e big machine and let it stand-with the engine running-just around corner. Then I posted the boys where ,they could see her the moment she left the house, and they had instructions to follow her until an opportunity was ripe to carry out the remainder of my orders." "Which were---" "One of them was to sneak up behind and seize her, f and the other was to to rob her-or to apP.ear to do so, which was the same thing." ves." "And I was to dam up i"n the auto and leap from it to her assistance, just in time to'prevent the ruffians from carrying out their fell purpose, and all that, you know ; just as .!fbu read about it in Charles Garvice's stories; eh ?'' "Precisely." "Well, it worked to a charm. When she left here, she turned the corner into Madison Avenue. She seemed to be in a hurry, too, for she walked rather fast, whieh was all the better for my purposes. The boys watched their opportunity until there happened to be nobody near them, and then "they made the attack." weren't far away, I suppose." "Not on your life. I opened up the machine when they made their break; and I came up with them just in time, of course. I shut off the power and leaped from the machine, and you would have laughed if you could have seen how easily I knocked them both out, and how they ran afterward. "And say, Nick, I think it is a good thing that they did run, or you might have been minus one of your assistants by" this t'ime." "How so?" f "Diana had drawn a wicked-looking little dagger, and was ii in her hand ready to use when I came upon scene." "What of that? She could not have-.-'3 1'Wait just a moment. My first words to her were: 'I am glad to have been of some service, madam, but 1 observe that you were quite prepared to d'efend your self;' and she r1,iied : "'Still, sir, I"am very glad that you appeared when you did. It would have been unfortunate, perhaps, if I had killed one of those ruffians.' "I smiled, and pretended to be facetious. 'What!' I said. 'With that small weapon?' "She smiled at me-and, by Jove, Nick, but she is a beautiful woman; and QO mistake !-and then she said: 'A mere scratch from the point of this dagger would be more quickly fatal than the bite of a cobra.' I haven't a doubt that she meant what she said, too. "I asked her lo let me see it, and reached out to take it from her, but she withdrew her hand quick.ly, and then shoved the small weapon into a little velvet case she carried; and then the whole thing disappeared some where, so quickly that I didn't see what she did with it. "It is not a safe thing for stranger.s to handle, she said. "All this time, mind you, "'{ were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, and perceiving that I could pot well prolong the conv ersation1 l ,said to her : 'Madam, if you will permit me to put you into the tonneau it will give me great pleasure to drive you to your destination.' 'I would much prefer to ride on the front seat with you,' she replied." "I suppose you lost no time in helping her into fhe auto after that," said Nick, smiling. "Not a bit. We were off in a jiffy, and we turned into Fifth Avenue, going north. It was then when I ventured to ask, 'Where to, madam?' 'It is early yet, it not?' she asked, in reply. 'Yes, quite,' I said; and then she looked at me and smiled again. Gee, Nick, but she's a pretty woman I" "Sure I" 'I quite feel the of that attack upon me,' she said slowly, and looking into m)j eyes all the time she was speaking, 'so if you have the time-for I already that you have the inclination-! would not at all. mind taking a short ride with you, through the park, for ample.' "And that is precisely what we did do-we took a drive through the park." CHAPTER IV. CHICK IS UP AGAINST IT, TOO. "You haven't the of a man who thoroughly enjoyed the time thus passed," said the detective, with one of his rare smiles; for, in reality, he could see that Chick had not yet arrived at the important part of his story. "Oh, I enjoyed the drive well enough-too well, in fact, as the sequel proves. Nick, that young woman is a veritable demon for slickbess, and smoothness-and resource.'' "She to play it on you, did she?" "She did-.-and to the queen's taste, too.'' "How did she do it?" "Well, a drive 1hrougp the park in your big automo bile st111ck me a being just about the right thing, in order to get ughly acquainted with Diana, as you had directed me to do.'' "Exactly."


8 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "And, besides, it occurred to me that this one ride might very naturally be made to lead to others." "Of course." "So I jumped at the suggestion." "Just as a trout leaps for a fly; no doubt." "We w-ent through the park and then along upper Seventh A venue-it is really a beauti(ul night, you know -then into Lafayette Boulevard, and-well, it was half-past ten when we got back to One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street." "You m.ust have done considerable talking in that time, Chick." "Oh, yes ; but there was no talk that amounted to anything. You see, I flattered myself that it was only a beginning. I thought that when the ricle was over, I would invite her tQ take another one to-morrow, and so I exerted myself to say those soft nothings which_ one supposes please most women. "She took it all right. I don't think that in an the time I spent with her there were half-a-dozen words ut tered which would be worth repeating." "Doubtless there were many which you would not cq,re to repeat at all." "Possibly. What is one to do when one has a woman like Diana Cranston for a companion?" "Get ahead with your story." "Well, coming back, when we f.rrived at One Hun dred and Twenty-fifth Street and Seventh Avenue, she asked me what time it was. I told her, and she "'I have some baggage at the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street station of the New Haven road. Would you be so good as to take me there while I attend to it?' 'I will be so good, of course,' I said; 'but can't I at tend to it for you?' "',I'm afraid nGt. No; I will ask you to sit in the machine and wait {or me. I won1t be long.' 'Possibly baggage-room is closed for the night,' I sugg'estd. 'Oh, am sure it is not,' she said, and then I took her to the station. "Well, she wouldn't hear to my getting out. "'Just wait right here,' she said: 'I won't be long. What time is it "I told her, and she responded that she would return in ten minutes-and I sat there like a fool and waited." "She forgot to return at all, I suppose,U laughed Nick. "Pre--cisely!" "How long did you wait before you tumbled?" "Twenty minutes." "Chick, I didn't think it of you." "Nor I. But how in blazes was I to suppose that she was onto ?" "That is beyond me. I wasn't there, you know. You were." "Well, you can call me what you like, the fact remains that I never tumbled at all." "And you waited twenty minutes, eh ?" "Yes ; ten minutes after she leftl the automobile, a train rolled in at the station over my hem and stopped there. It was bound into the city. She must have taken it." "Without a doubt; and she timed herself nicely to catclJ it." I'm on to that now, all right, after the thing is done." "You gave her up at last, however." "Sure. All of a sudden it struck me. I jumped out t of the machine, and entered the station. I went to the baggage-room. It was closed, of course. I went to the ticket office, and asked if a lady hae purchased a ticket there, for the city, by the last train. Now, what reply do you suppose he made to me?" "I haven't the least idea." "He smiled-or, radter, he grinned at me so that I felt like punching his head-and he asked me: 'Are you Mr. Chickering Carter?' Now, what could I say to that, Nick?" "You might have admitted the soft impeachment." "Well, I did, if anybody should ask you. It did not require a pile-driver to get the idea into my head that I had been foiled, just then.'' 7 "I suppose not." "I said yes, and the ticket agent gave me--this." The assistant extended an envelope toward his chiefan envelope which was plainly addressed to "Mr. Chick ering Carter. To be called for." 'The lady described you to me so perfectly that I had no difficulty in recognizing you at once,' added the assistant Nick read the note aloud. It was: 'DEAR MR. CHICE:ERING Thank you so much for my very pie sant ride-and so very much for your delightful company. You have been exceedingly kind. I do hope that we may meet soon and that in the meantime you will try to think of me. You will, won't you? I fear that you will be angpy when you read this. You will think that I ought not to leave you as I am abdut to do. But you will forgrve me, Wotf't you? Thank you so much. I have passed a delightful two hours with you, for I do so love to ride in an auto mobile, especially when-shall I say it?-when you are the chauffeur. I am not leaving you in)this manner be cause I want to do so, but because I think I ought; and I will promise to see you again, sometime, if you really desire it. If you do, you may put a personal in the Herald, addressed to Diana, and signed with the same name; after that I will find a way to communicate with you. Yours very sincerely, "'DIANA CRANSTON.', The detective put the letter down on the table, and, leaning back in his chair, he laughed until there were tears in his eyes.


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 9 "Chick," he said, "that's a corker! And the under scored words are the best part of it." "It:s a peach," admitted Cflick. "She is rather a wide-awake young woman, lad.'' "Huh-huh," growled Chick. "What are you &oing to do about it?" "I'll tell you what I would like to do." "Well?" ."I would like you to give me a couple of weeks' va. cation, right now." "What for, Chick?" "I wiih to improve that acquaintance." "With Diana ?" "Yes." "Why?'' ''Well, say for instance, to get a hold on her. That is reason enoug-h." "She hasn't committed any crime, Chick-at least, not any that we can hold against her.. There is no use in following her around until she does something to make it worth while." "All the same, if you don't mind, I would like to be free for a couple of weeks." "There is that national bank case that we have on hand, to attend to.'' "Patsy can follow that up as well as 1. Let me have the two weeks." "Tell me first what you propose to do." "I'm going to improve my acquaintance with Diana Cranston. I'm going to fall in love with her, head over ears. I'm going to make her fall in love with me, too, if ,she is Cllpable of it. In a word, I am going to the bad for a time, under her h:adership. I will even betray you, if necessary-but, by the Lord Harry, I'll get even with that I" The detective laughed again. "You will tackle a pretty big proposition," he said. "I don't care." "All right. Have your way-but, all the same, I think you are wasting your time." I don't." "Why not?" "Nick, she isn't here for nothing. She is much too smart for that." "Admitted." "Didn't she threaten you wile she was here in this house?" "Qh, yes; but what of that.?" "She is not one to make idle threats." "I suppose not. I will adrvit that she is not; but, all the same, until she does something, it doesn't seem to me that it is necessary to waste any time over her." "She is very beautiful, and very smart, Nick, and I don't in the least mind wasting a little time in her so. ciety." "I think you are half fascinated already, Chick." "Possibly I am; anyhow, I think she meant it about that personal." "It does sound that way." "You will let me have the automobile, won't you!" "Yes ; I shall not need it. But what are you going to do? Aren't yo1f going to remain at home?'' "I don't think so. I don't know yet what I will do; and I won't decide that part of it until I have seen her again." "While you were talking together, didn't she give you a name, and her address ?" "Oh, yes. She gave me her right name. She made no bones of saying that she was Diana Cranston, and that she had only just arrived in the city from Toronto. She also said that she was staying temporarily at the Holland." "Well. why didn't you go there and find out if-...;..." "I did. She is there." "Oh.'' "But it is a thousand to one that she will have gone by morning." "Then you ought to be there right now, watching for her." "Not at all. I'm going to take her at her word. I'in going to do the thing exactly as she asked me to do it. She is to6 smart to be fooled in any way save one that is a very g()od imitation of the truth: If I should hang around the Holllmd to-night, she would know it. In all probability she would come right to me and speak to me. We must not forget that she has nothing against the law, so far, unless it was to hit Joseph over the head with her ]l>istol." "Bless you, she had a perfect right to do that. She was only defending herself." "Anyhow, I left my card and a short note at the Hol land for her. I suppose she will get it." "What did you write?'' "These words : 'I have received your note and will reply as you have directed. C. C.' "Well, that is all right." "Then I am to have my vacation?'' "Yes." "Thank you. That woman means mischief, Nick, and I \vill be in the forefront of events, to meet her when sbe gets ready to act." CHAPTER V. A REMARKABLE SCENE OF MURDER. Chick had been gone from home three days, and Nick Carter had not seen him at all in that time. All that the detective knew about his disappearance was that he had gone and had taken the big Peerless automobile with him, and that, without doubt, the chief


IO NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. assistant was already at work on his selected campaign against Diana Cranston. Nick had discovered, on the morning following his conversatioo with Chick, that the personal in the Herald to which the chief assistant had referred, was already in print, and the detective had not a doubt that Chick had gone to the Herald office after 1\'is call at the land, and had inserted the personal at once, being con fident that his chief would let him have his way about the vacation he intended to ask for. But there had been so many things to occupy the at tention of the detective, tltat barely given this matter about Diana Cranston a. thought, save to smile about' it when he remembered how nicely the woman had foiled Chick, after knocking Joseph dowri on the of 'bet impertinent call at the of the de tecttve. Afid so three day.s had gone past, and it came to be the morning of the 'fourth one. The detective found himself with nothing particular to do. It was 'a rare thing for him to have a morning en tirely to himself, and after he had breakfasted and smoked his cigar and read the papers, it occuilred to him that Harold Fairfield-the man who had been asso ciated with him in the case about the phonograph records -might be interested to know that Diana Cranston had been pat:doned, and. had appeared on the1scene in New York. It was not yet nine o'clock in the morning when Nick left his house, and started to walk to the Hotel Mam moth, where Fairfield lived, and it was a little before ten when he arrived. "Has Mr. Fairfield been down yet?'' he asked the clerk at the desk. "No, sir. I .have not seen him this morning." detective turne d away, and strolled toward the elevator. Half-way there he encountered Ferguson-Fairfield's valet-and he stopped him in the corridor. "Has Mr. Fairfield risen yet?'' he asked of the valet. "No, sir." "Isn't he usually up before this time?" \ "Yes, sir, but he orders last night that he was not to be disturbed this morning. He was out vefy late, sir. He did not retire until almost three o'clock, and he directed me to let him sleep this morning until he rang for me. I am going directly to the rooms. Do you wish me to call him?" "No. Let him sleep another hour." "Very good, Mr. Carter.'' "If he wakens in the meantime, tell him that I have been here and that I will return between half-past ten and eleven." "Very good, sir." The detective went into the hotel library, and seated himself there with one 9f his favorite books, and it was not until ten minutes e eleven that he ag;Un approached the elevator ancl ascended to the top floor, where Fairfield had his rooms. Ferguson admitted him, and conducted him at once to the library. It was the same room where the detective had first listened to the phonograph records which had led m the discovery of the murderers of Natalie Delancy. Nick had visited the apartment many times since then, but now the recollection of that time came back to him with unusual emphasis, doubtless because of his tecertt counter with Diana Cranston, he told himself. "Hasn't your master risen yet?'' he asked of Ferguson. "No, sir. I have not heard a word from him." "Don't you think it is time that you called him?'' "Yes, sir ; perhaps. I would not venture to do so unless you direct me to, however, because of his orders before he retired." "Oh, well, it is high time he was up and doing. Go. and waken him, and tell him that I am here ; and that I have brought him a bit of news that will make him wide-awake in a "Yes, sir." .. Hello I Who did that?" the detective, as the valet was about to leave room. "Who did what, sir t' asked Ferguson, stopping on the threshold between the library and the parlor, be yond which was tHe bedroom occupied by Harold field. The pointed toward a portrait that hung against the wall over Fairfield's safe; it was-or, rather, it had been, for now it was ruined--a crayo re production of the face of Diana Cranston, done by Fair field in person, and from recollection only. Nick had laughed at him for making it, when it was first shown. to him, and at the time Fairfield had replied : "I did not do it because I wanted Diana Cranston's pkp.tre, Nick, but because I regard her face as one o the most beautiful that I ever saw. I made the drawing merely to see if I could do it. I shall destroy it some day." "I would destroy it at once jf I were you," the de tective had replied. "I ,egard her as the most conwoman I eve knew." "Oh, I'll destroy it in time. Just now I like to study it." That had ended the at the time; but now, as Nick looked at all that remained of the portrait, he recalled every word of it-for now the picture had been destroyed. That is, the glass had removed from the fraine, and the entire head in the picture had been cut out and was now ril.issing; but glass and had


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. II been replaced, and the picture had been rehung where it belonged. did it??' repeated the detective. "I'tn sure I don't know, sir," replied Ferguso n "I had not noticed it you called my attention to it. In fact, I have not been in this room this morning, save to pass through it. The picture was all right when I last noticed it." "When was that, Ferguson?" "Last night, sir, while I sat in here awaiting the return of Mr. Fairfield.'1 "All right. He told me once that he intended to de stroy it. he did it last n!ght-or, rather, this morning-before he went to bed. Go, now, and call him, Ferguson." "Yes. sir." The detect i ve stood in front of the mutilated picture t.rhile Ferguson passed through the parlor toward the bedroom to carry out his directions; but it was not half a-minute before he heard the valet utter a cry of ter ror, and in an instant more he came running back with a white, scared face, sobbing out as he ran, in a terror stricken voice : "Come, sir, come, J:IUick! Something awful has hap pened I Mr. Fairfield is dead-murdered(' In two leaps Nick Carter crossed the parlor and dashed into the bedroom; but he paused abruptly just beyond the threshold, for one glance told him that he was much too late to be of any service. Harold Fairfield was dead, beyond any qu tion, and jte nad evidently been dead many hours. "Wait," he said. "Go back, Ferguson, and wait; and keep silent, if you can." "Oh, sir it is awful! Terrible I" "'YeS, Ferguson. It is both awful and terrible; but we are too late to do any good. He is quite dead, and he has been dead many hours." 'Shall 1 call the police, sir ? Or send for a doctor? Isn't there something that I can do for my poor master, s ir?" "Yes, Ferguson, there is a great deal that you can do for him, and the first th ing is to seat yourself in that chair over by the window in the pador, and wait in silenqe until I spe'ak to you." 4 "Yes, sir, I will try. I loved him as if he were my own, sir. I have served him since he was a mere lad, and I served his father before him." "I know I know It is a hard blow for you. But the first thing we must think of is, Who did it? Now be quiet while I look about me a bit." I The interior of the bedroom was in utter confusion. It appeared as if a terrible struggle had taken place there. The)ledclo,hing had been dragged to the floor and was scattered aroun.d promiscuously every directio n Upon many of the pieces there were dark stains of blood; blood had even been spattered against the walls of the r?om in several places; a chair, which ordinarily stood near the headboard of the bed on one side, had been overturned, and was dragged almost to the center of the room, which, by the way, was a large one. A small table which had stood at the other side of the bed, and which ordinarily supported a drop-light from the electric chandelier, had been and broken; and the lamp that had rested upon it was shattered to fragments. A couch that had been between the windows was pulled partly toward the center of the floor as if a per son in struggling had seized upon it, drawn it away from its place; and there were several well-defined blood-stains upon it, one of them being evidently the imprint of a hand. There was a picture-a glass-covered ehgraving which had been pulled down from the wall, and it had been jerked upon so that the hook by which it had been supported was torn from the molding, and the glass in the frame was broken. A copy in bronze of the Hermes of Paxite les had been dashed to the floor from its pedest,l, and was broken; the bureau was moved several inches from its place; the plush rug was wrinkled, and one edge of it was turned over ; ink was overturned on a small desk in one comer, and had run down over the billiard-cloth covering and dripped upon the rug so that it made a big splash upon it ; even the bed had been moved several inches out of place. Taken all together:, the room looked as if a cyclone had struck it. The dead body of Harold Fairfield was stretched crosswise upon the bed so that his head hung over the edge of it, and almost touched the floor. Both his arms had been thrown over his head, and the ri g h t hand touched the rug ; the left ar'm did not reach so far. Fairfield's head and were almost unljfcognizable from a mass of bruises over both as i\ he had been clubbed and clubbed again and again, even after he had .;ea's. ed to resist 'l,'here were twelve stab wounds in different parts of : his body, any one of which would have been fatal; but as if the fiend who had done such awful work were not satisfied with the result of mere death, his cheeks and forehead had been cut and slashed with a knife until they were totally disfigured. He had been attacked after he had retired, for h e wore his pajamas; his clothing was scattered everywher e about the room. Such was the scene wJ'lich Nick Carter, standing just inside the door, studied with the exact care of his pro fessional habit, while the valet, Fer!Plson, retired to the


NICK CARTER WEEKLY. chair that the detective had indicated to him, and wept silently for his dead master. But Nick Carter barely moved after the valet teft him to seat himself near the window. He studied-as he always did when such a scene preM sented itself to view-first, with his eyes alone. And he did it methodically, beginning at a selected point in the room, and searching every inch of it, walls, and floor, and Ceiling, until his gaze should return to the point from which it started. But search as he might, he caul<{ find nothing-at least, not yet-to :indicate in any measure of degree who had been there tc? commit that awful deed. He saw what has already been described; nothing I. more. The confusion ; the evidence of a fierce struggle; the broken articles in the room ; the general havoc that had been wrought; all that, and nothing more. 1Upon my word,'1 he murmured presently, "in some ways, this is the most remarkable scene of murder that I ever witnessed." CHAPTER VI. A STRUGGLE TO FIND A CLUE. It will not be necessary to describe in detail the hour and a half which the detective spent in the 11tudy of that room of death, for during all that time he discovered no single thing which pointed toward the perpetrator of the deed! Whoever had eommitted the murder had done it de liberately-so deliberately, in fact, that the very cool ness and the studied method with which it had been performed, convinced Nick of one important point-and it was the only one he gained from his examination. Just what that point was will appear later on. It happened tha:t this crime was committed when In spector George McClusky was at the head of the de tective bureau at police headquarters, and after Nick had comple ed his examination, he returned to the library of the apartme\lt, where there was a telephone. "Is that you, George?" he asked presently. "Yes. Hello, Nick! I recognized your voice. What's doing(!-! "I wish you would come in person to the Hotel Mam moth as soon as you can, will you?" "What's up?'' "My friend, Harold Fairfield, has been murdered in his bed." "Phew! You don't say?" "Yes. I happened to be here when the fact was dis covered by his valet, and so far, we two are the only ones who know about it, save the murderer. I wish you would come up here before I give out the news." "I'll do it. I'll be there as soon as possible.'' "Co!tle straight to the apartment. It is numbered 1492." "All right. I'll be there inside of thirty minutes. Nick returned to thedoor of the bedroom then, and closed it. Then he apoke to Fereuson. "Come into the library with me," he said ; and the valet followed him, again sfnking into a chair, and still sobbing in gasps. "Control yourself, Ferguson," said Nick sharply. ",This is a time for action, and tears will do no good. Mr. Fairfield would demand one thing of you and of me, if he could speak to us now." 41What would that be, sir?" "That we find his murderer." "Yes sir. I thought you would say that." "Now, control yourself, and reply to my queetions clearly." "I will, ''What time did your master return home this morn . "It was exactly half-past two o'clock, sir. I know be cause he looked at his watch when he came in; and tioned the time." "How long after that was it when he retired to his room?" "Within a few minutes, sir." "Did you leave him at once, or did you attend him to bed?" "I left him at once, sir. He said: 'Go to bed, Fergu son. Yoa have waited up long enough as it is.' Y0t1 see, sir he never wished me to wait up for him when he was late--but I always did so just the same.'' "I have no doubt of it. Do you know if he went lm mediately to bed?" "I do not, sir.'' "Where do you sleep, Ferguson?" "In a small room that was really intended a stOle room when the house was built. It is ten feet square, however, and--" "I don't care ahbut its dimensions. Where is it located?" 1 "Exactly at the opposite end of the suite from his bedroo sir." -"Where was Mr. Fairfield you parted with him to retire ?" "Here, sir, in the library, in that chair where you are seated now." "What was he doing?" "Well, sir, if I am not mistaken, he was looking at that picture wbich has been mutilated. It was because he was looking at it-rather strangely, I thought-that I noticed the picture at the time, and remembered to have noticed it when you asked me about it upon youl'.i_rrival here this morning.''


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ''So it may be that he was contemplating its destruc tion at that moment; eh ?" "Yes, sir." "Or the murderer mi2'ht have done the destroying after the murder was committed." "I don'see what object a murderer could have had in doing such a thing, sir." "Possibly not. So, he was seated in this chair, gaaing at that picture, when you left him, was he?" "Yes, sir." "And did you retire at once?" "I did." "Were you soon asleep?" "Ahpost at once, sir. I do not remember after my head touched the pillow 1.1ntil I awakened this morning." "Were you not disturbed al all during the nieht ?" "Not at all." "Do you remember that you heard any noise-even the slightest--which you did not regard as important at the time ?" "I am sure that I did not hear a sound, sir." "Now, when you arose this morning, what did you do?" "The same as I always do, sir. 1 went through the rooms to set them to rights-to straighten up things, y.ou know, iir." "Yes ; and did you find that in the usual order?" T c .. "Yes, sir. I noticed nothing at all that was out of Its position." "You refer to all the rooms, I suppose." "To all of them except the bedroom oc:__cupied by Mr. Fairfield, of course. I did not go into that rootn." "I understand that. But eveljfthing else was as usual, was it?" "Yes, sir; everything." "Now, tell me everything-every word, mind youthat your master said to you after hi!i arrival last night." "I have already told you that, sir. Beyond sending me to bed after telling me that I had waited up long enough, he did not utter another word in my hearing, save to say good night to me "How did he appear?" "Just as usual, sir." "Was he in good ?" "I think so, sir. If not, I saw no evidence to the contrary." "Did he seem preoccupied at all ?'' "I don't think so. I did not notice-and I think I would have noticed had he so." "What time did he go out last evening?" "He dressed before dinner, sir-I think it was about seven o'clock. I am under the impression that he was dining out somewhere, although I do not know for certain. He did not tell me; but I did notice that he dressed with unusual care. I had to his tie times before he was pleased with it." "But you have no idea where he went?" "No, sir." "Who has called upon him lately, Ferguson? Any strangers ?" "I do not know of any." "Do you receive his mail when it is left at the door?" "Yes, sir." "Has there been any letter lately that has disturbed him?" "I do not think so." "Ferguson, do you recall the features of that picture that is destroyed?" "Perfectly. I often looked at the face. I thought it very beautiful." "Do you-or, rather, did you-know who it repre/ sented ?" "No, sir; I was never told that." "But if you should see the original of that picture the woman herself, in the flesh-you would ,recognize her, would you not?" "I think I would; yes, sir." "Have you ever seen her at all? At any place, or at any time?" "No, sir, I am sure that I never have." "Do you know if any woman has called here to see him or to ask for him lately?" "I know that none has done so." ""'And yet you saw him very earnestly regardinethat picture, after he carne to his rooms last night." "Yes, sir." "What was the expression of his face at the time? What impression did you recel\'e regarding it?" "I should say that it was one of amusement rather than anything else." "And that is all?" "Yes, sir." "There doesn't seem to be anything connected with his conduct to hang a due upon, does there?" "No, sir.'' "Now, Ferguson; what do you do nights in regard to locking the door which communicates with the corridor of the hotel?" "Nothing at all, sir; we merely close it when we pass ttJrough.', "It is locked only by a latch, then." ''Yes; Mr. Fairfield "carried a key in his pocket always, and I have one also. He preferred that way to ringing for me to admit him, althoJ.tgh there were times when he forgot his key, and was therefore obliged to ring.'' ''Wait where you are a moment, The detective rose and passed into the bedroom


' NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. again, and presently he returned, after having removed every article he could find in the pockets of the clothing that Fairfield had worn the preceding evening. These he laid out upon the library table, and then, one by one, he inventoried each article as follows: "Three hundred and fifty-five dollars in currency; fif teen dollars in gold; eighty-five cents in silver; a penknife; a silver match-safe; a gun metal cigarette case; an enameled address-book; a diamond stud wrapped in tissue paper; a watch and fob, with seal ; a gold lead pencil; a card-case, and a scrap of paper torn from the Herald. There is no key here at all, Ferguson," he said, in conclusion. "Did he ring for you last night?'' "Yes, sir; I remember t]lat he did." "Did he mention not having 1his key?' "No, sir." "But it is likely that he looked for it and could not find it, before he rang the bell." "I suppose so, sir." Nick picked up the scrap of paper that had been torn from the Herald, and unfolded it. Then he started and frowned, for what he saw before him was Mle personal notice which he knew to have been inserted by Chick, addressed to Diana. It was as fol lows: "DIAN A : I hope you will keep the promise made to me in your letter. I shall be at Fifth Avenue and Fifty ninth Street entrance to park every afternoon at four till you appear. CHICK." The detective read the several times over with frowning brows, and then he muttered to himself : "I wonder why in the name of all that's puzzling, Fairfield carried that personal in his pocket? I wonder? I wonder?'' CHAPTER VII. THE TALE OF THE BLOOD-STAINED ROOM. There was a summons at the outer door just at the moment when the detective completed his questioning of the valet, and, upon opening it, he found the inspector there. Conducting him to the library, rhere the valet was still seated in the chair he had replied to the questions, Nick said : "Ferguson, this is Inspector McClusky, from police headquarters. While he is here with me, and we are making a somewhat more thorough examination of premises, I wish you to go out, and if pdssible ascertain for me where it was that Mr. Fairfield passed the evening last night. You can probably find out from some of his friends. Don't you think so?" "Well, sir, I know most of his friend!>, and almost all the places where he was likely to go. I will do my best." "That is right. Don't fail to find out, if it is possibl e to do so. But before you go 1 wish to caution you about one thing." "What is that, sir?" "You must not breathe a word of what has happened here--to anybody." "I am afraid, sir, that it will be impossible for me to conceal from his friends that I am in trouble." "I know; l;lut to explain that, you may let it appear that your master is not at home, and that you are greatly worried about him. Now, go. You had better visit his clubs first-! think there are three where' he was in the habit going considerably." "Yes, sir." "And return here as soon as you have discovered what I wish you to." "I will." When he had gone, the detective turned to the in spector. "Well, George," he said, "here i:; an affair which will puzzle us all to bring home to the murderer." "Is it involved in so much mystery, then?" "No; I think that I already know who is the mur derel\" "You do? Then what-" "But there i11 not a scintilla of evidence to prove it. There is DQ! clue, in sight. In fact, everything that one can see would point to anybody in the world almost except the person whom I su spect." "You are not one who is given to suspecting people, Nic')-" at all; but in this case I think I have good rea son to do so. But before we discuss the matter at all, I want you to see the body and the condition of the room where the crime was committed." "I'm ready." "Come this way, then." The detective led the way through the parlor, and opened the door into the bedroom, stepping back as he did so in order to allow the inspector to enter ahead of him. But McClusky did not enter the room at once. He did precisely as Nick had done when he first dis covered the condition of the room He came to a just inside the threshold and stood > there, using his eyes only, and l9oking with eagle glances around the room, studying everything he saw, and com menting only to himself; and Nick, with an inscrutable sinile on his face, stood near ; watching hfm. "Looks as though there had been about thirty-five men here," said the inspector presently, with a shrug of his shoulders, "and most of them giants; eh ?" "There is that suggestion," repliecl the detective calmly. "Almost too much of row, wasn't there, Nick, to happen without waking the in the next block?"


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "That was the manner in whic!h I sized it up, George." "Little bit too studied, this cyclonic disturbance i eh ?'' "Quite so, I think." The inspector stepped farther into the room, and be gan a cursory examination of some of the blood .. stains. Then he crossed over to the body-Nick had not touched it or moved it-and examined that carefully. After that he touched, tentatively, each object of furniture in the room that had been moved ; and\ then he returned to the doorway beside Nick. "I'm through-for the present," he said. "All right ; let's return to the lib;ary and sit down." They returned, silently, to the library, wbich was by far the pleasanfest room in the and then, before either of them spoke, Nick pointed toward the mutilated picture on the wall. "What is it?" asked the inspector. "It was, last t:tight, the picture of a very beautiful woman,'' replied Nick. "Well what about it?" ''It was intact when Fairfield came home, a little fore three this morrting. One of the last' things he didin fact, the very last thing that he is known to have done-was to sit in this chair where I am, and fix his eyes upon that picture." "The valet told you that ?1) "Yes." "And the picture had not been injured at that time?" "No.'' "Do you suppose that he destroyed it himself, Nick?" "I don't know. I had better tell you, George, before we go any farther, that the picture was a likenes s which Fairfield had made from meiVory of the face of Diana Cranston.'' "What I Do you mean the woman who was connected with that murder case of yours in, Canada? That phono graph case ?" "Yes." "Well, if he made the picture himself, why should he have destroyed it r "1 suggested to him once that I wouldn't have it around at all, and he replied at the time, that some day he shoula destroy it. It is possible that he made up his mind to do so when he came to his rooms this morning -and did it.'' "Why, yes, if he thought of doing it at all." "But there is a coincidence connected with it that is worth some consideration." "What is it?" "Diana Cranston appeared in New York four days ago." "Eh ? I thought she was in prison.'' "So did 't ; but the fact is that she boldly came to my office on that day_,_ and announced to me that she had been pardoned through the influence of the home secre"tary, or some of his friends." "Pardoned, eh ?" "Yes." "Why did she go to your house r' "To let me know that she was at liberty; to tell me that she was pardoned; to make certain that for the time at least she was beyond my reach-and, finally, to threaten me." "Threaten you ?" "Yes." "What has become of her since thif time ?" "I don't know-but Chick does." "Ah I You have set him on her track?" "No; he put himself on her Then, in as few words as possible, Nick related to the inspector all that had happened at his house, artd after ward in connection with Diana Cranston; and' at the conclusion, said: "When I came into the rooms you said that you thought you already knew who had committed the mur-1 der.'' "' ''It is not difficult to name the person whom yeu pee!/' "No." "Diana Cranston." "Y.es." "Do you suppose that jhe would ha-..:e mutilated het own pkture ?" "If she

16 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "It looks to me as if the murderer, after the deed was done, had deliberately dabbled his-hands in the blood of the victim, and afterward smeared over the articles wl!ere we find the stains-and besides there is another proof of that." "Where?" "You have not been in the bath-room yet?" "No." "Follow me." The detective led the way into the tiled bath-ror>m, where he pointed first to a tiny spot of blood on the floor near the do0r. It was not larger than a small pea, but it was unmistakably blood, and it was as fresh as the blood in the bedroom. "And, now, look here," added the detective. He drew t he inspector to the wash-bowl. "Bend over," he sai4, "and cast your eyes close under the rim of the bowl on that side. Do you see any thing?" "Yes." "A few little red spots, where blood, diluted with water, has been splashed against the side of and where it lias escaped the attention of the person who did I the splashing, when she-or he-was the bowl of traces of blood afterward." "Exactly. "So, you see the murderer came into the bath-room to wash up after the crime was committed." "Certainly." 11George, if there had been a struggle in that bed room that was anywhere near as severe as the murderer would like us to believe, it follows that the murderer .. could not have wholly -escaped, doesu't it?" "Of course it does." "And there would have been a whole lot more blood scattered around that room than there is, don't you think so?" "I quite agree with you "Well, now I would like to tell you in consecutive form just exactly what I make out of this whole affair, and I would like you to follow me carefully, so if there is any P<>int wherein you do not agree with me, y:ou will perceive it at once, and tell me about it." "I will do that, sure." CHAPTER VIII. NICK CARTER'S VERSION OF THE CASE. "I will have to take you back a little way and touch for a moment upon that other case to which we have referred," began the detective. "You mean the one you refer to as the phono g raph Tecord case ?" .. Yes "All right/' "Natalie Delaney-the girl who was the victim in that case-was the daughter of Alexander Delancy, who is a very rich man and a very prominent one in 1.Canada. Natalie's mother died in giving her birth, and Natalie was reared mostly by her half-sister and half-brothers, and was always in the care of a governess, who was the mother of Diana Cranston." "Yes." "I have always been of the opinion that it was Diana who engineereQ. that murder; who originated that con spiracy, and I believe that she worked upon it, getting ready for it, for a long time-years, in fact-before the consummatiQn of plans." "Well?" \ "At the time of the arrest-which took place at De lancy Hall, on the southern shore of Lake Simcoe-we gathered in four persons. They were Rudolph, Max, and Olivette La Rue-the half-brothers and half-sister of Natalie-and Diana Cranston. The party which made the arrests consisted of Chief of Police Murray, of On tario and there were 'Ten!chi and myself to assist him, and we had with us the man whonow lies murdered in this apartment, Harold FairfiE(ld." So! He was with you, eh ? "Yes." "Well? tried to kill Murray, and she came rather near to succeeding, too; and when she was prevented Tom doing so instead of losing her head and cursing, and all that, she remained as cool and collected as you please. 11I studied the woman with great care all the way on our r e turn to Toronto, and before I parted with Murray, after it was all over, I said to him, in speaking of Diana: "'Murray, that woman will be dangerous yet. If she ever regains her liberty-and it is a hundred to one that she will find a way to do it-it will be up to the members of this outfit to look out J'br themselves, for she will kill one or all of us if she ever has an oppqrtunity.' "'What's the matter, Nick?' he asked me. 'Are you weakening? "I laughed at him, of course; and I said: 'No; I am only suggesting that you take good care that she does not escape.' 'Never fear that,' he replied; there the conver sation came to an end ; but I notic e d several times while we were on the way to Toronto after the arrests, that she was glaring at Harold Fairfield in a manner which-if looks could have killed-would have turned him into a corpse then and there ; and, therefore, after we had at tended to all our business in Toronto, and were on our way home in the train, I said to Fairfield: 'Harry, if it ever comes to your knowled ge in any way that that woman has escaped or has somehow left prison, I want you to promise me that you w111 come to me at once and tell me about it.'


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 'What woman?' he asked ; and I replied that there was only one of the two that he thought about twice. "Well, that practically ended that conversation. He made the promise. "You see, George, the point was that while coming down on the train from Baldwin to Toronto, Murray had asked me about the phonograph-record part of the case, and I had explained it all to him. I told him how Fair field had purchased the express-box at an auction sale, how in that way he had discovered the records, and I de scribed to him how they were found to contain the story told to them by Natalie Delancy while she was calmly waiting to be murdered. "Well, there you are. "Diana heard all that. She understood at once that the one man who was really responsible for her undoing was Fairfield. If he had not qiscovered the recc;>rds, she and her associates would never have been suspected of their crime, probably, and she-Diana-would have posed as Natalie, and have become possessed of all her for tune. "Now, George, all that is the mere preamble to what I have to say." "I understand." "Four days ago, in the evening, Diana Cranston called at my house." "Yes." "I have told you already about that call; how I re ceived her; what was said; of her distinct threats to kill me if she had a chance, and--" "Did she thJ,"eaten Fairfield at that time?" "No; his name was not mentioned. I have told you also, haven't I, about the manner in which she escaped Chick that and how he felt about it?'' "Yes." "She told him in the letter she left for him at the One Hundred ancl Twenty-fifth Street station to put a personal in the Herald if he cared to see her again; and now I wish to tell you that among the articles I found in Fairfield's pockets when I searched them just a little be fore you came here was a torn bit of the Herald, upon which was printed the personal Chick inserted." "That is rather odd, isn't it?" "Yes; I think it is.'' "Do you suppose that Fairfield saw the personal and recognized it? Would that account for his having it in his ?" "No; I don't think that at all." "What is your idea about it?" "I think that when Fairfield -came home between two and three o'clock this morning and seated himself in this chair to gaze at the picture of Diana, he had jqst left her actual presence." "Eh ?" "I think he had seen her, and had had an interview with her." "By Jove, Nick, that isn't at all unlikely." "I think that during that interview, she either picked his pocket of his latch-key, or in removing something from his pocket, he dropped it and she picked it up." "Go on, Nick; You are up an entire new field of thought." "If the latter was the case-if he dropped kt'}' and she picked it up-it suggested to her at once the practi cability of her entering his apartment after he had re tired. You know there would be no difficulty at all in her entering this great hotel, and asking her way to the corridors of this floor at any time of the day or night without being questioned; don't you?'' "Certainly." ''You have never seen Diana, have your "No.'' "George, I think that she is the most beautiful woman that ever lived." \ "Bar none, eh?!' "I never saw her equal." "Well, what Qf it?" "Fairfield was not the man-if such a woman chose to exert her fascinations upon him-to withstand them." "You mean that he would fall an easy victim to her?" "To her beauty. I mean that if he did meet her some where last night, that she twisted him around her 1fingers like a string, and worked him to her will like soft putty.'' "What of all that, Nick?'' "Nothing, only it exp1ains why he sat down in this chair with his face toward her picture, and stared at it for a long time before he retired. He was thinking at that time about me." "About you!" "Yes. It is my opiniQn rilat he remembered just then two promises that he had made to me." "What wete they?" "He had promised me that if ever he heard or knew that Diana had le(t prison, he would inform me at once; I and he had partly promised me that some day he would destroy that picture. Now, wlien he sat down in front of the picture, and fixed his eyes upon it, he was deciding in his. own mind that he would break both of those promises." "I see what you are at. Go on." "It all makes me Gertain in my own mind that he had seen her; that he hadl talked with her; that he had passed considerable time in her company, and he had fallen a victim to her beauty and her wiles. I haven't a doubt that he had boasted to her of his possession of this pic ture which he had made himself. Perhaps he even asked her to come here sometime to see it. Possibly she led him on steE b;y: step-for she is bold enough for an;y:-


I8 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. thing-until he deliberately offered her the key to his rooms, telling her that she could come here at any time she pleased. We will never know the truth about that surmise now, she should choose to reveal it some time-but such a thing is possible." "And she-wasn't she rather plaHng the high and mighty ?-would she be wyling to appea:r to place her serf in a wrong position with him in order to induce him do such a thing?" .,My dear fellow, ..yUih, if I am any judie, and I think I am." ?" "The point is that she somehow managed to possess herself of that key, while she with Fairfield last night. After ra:t, she kept tabs ..on him until he came to the hotel. would think it more than likely that she disguised h ;,? self in male attire, and followed him here." "Wouldn't she be apt to be spotted?, "No. She is tall and well-built. She is gqpd at dis guises. 'It would not be a difficult thing for her to do." "Go ahead, Nick." "Can't you see that in all probability they drank wirie together he came home? It would be a simple thing for her to introduce an eighth of a gt'ain of mor phine into his wine, and that would make him very sleepy the moment he retired-if he did so, not too long after sw.tllowing it." "Sure." "After that, she had only Ferguson to deal witli; and crafty as she is, she could easily have found out from Fairfield before they parted, that Ferguson sleeps at tlie opposite end of the apartment, and that \n eight inch -gun wouldn't waken hint after he is once asleep." "So you think she followed him here, eh ?". "I am reasonably certain of it. She had the key. She could let herself in quietly and silently. She could sit here in one of these chairs and calmly await the time to act, after she knew that her intended victim was in bed." "And then she went in there and killed him?" "Just that. She went info that roorrt-where, by the way, Fairfield always kept a dim light. for he had a nervous dread of in the dark-she had her dagger in her hand, ready to strike. She selected the spot where she stab him with great care-t so that the first blow would do the work, and so that after it was delivered, she could carry out the remainder of her program at her leisure." "By thunder, Nick, but it was a cold-blooded thing to do I Eh?" "Did you examine the wounds carefully? Did you not notice that the first stab was different from all the others?" "Yes." "Well. George, I think she struck th11t first blow and left the weapon in the wound while she got up this little stage-setting for our benefit. While she moved the bureau and the couch out from the wall ; while she pulled down the statue and knocked over the table that held the lamp, and attended to all the other small de tails to make the room appear as if Fairfield made a desperate struggle for his life. And when all that was done-\vhy, then she smeared things with blood, made the extra wounds, mutilated her victim's face, pounded his head, and all that, and then calmly went to the bath room and washed.'' CHAPTER IX. THE PICTURE OVER THE SAFE. "You are her out a regular demon incarnate, Nick," said the inspector, after a short pause. "That is exactly what she is." "Well, go ahead with your surmises. I find nothing to object tQ, so far-always provided that your first suspicions a-re well taken." that I have suggested that she was dis guised as a man." "Yes." "That would have enabled her to pass into the hotel much more easil .'' "Granted." "Well, after the murder, and after she had arr;nged the appearance of the bedroom to her satisfaction, .after she had mutilated the corpse and smeared the blood from the wounds over everything within reach, and after sbe had stood off at one ,side and admired her work, studying it and possibly imprQving upon it by makitig little touches here and there-after all that, she went to the bath-room to wash up." "You said that before." "I didn't say all of it. We found the few telltale evidences that the murderer had been in there, didn't we?" "Yes." "George I have been in that bath-room a great many times, when I have been here with Harold Fairfieldand it has been a habit of mine to call upon him quite frequently during the last two years." "What of that?'' "Ferguson is a very careful and a very methodical valet." "Well?" "I have noticed, every time that I have been in that bath-room, that there were always four folded dean hand towels and two ditto.bath towels there, ready for instant


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. use. There was never any deviatiQn to that rule-until this morning." "And now ?" "Now, if you will return to that room, you will find that there are only three hand towels there, ready use. The fourth one is missing." "You mean, I suppose, that that is the one the mur derer used, and--" "And the murderer carried it away after using it. Yes, that is wh;1t I mean." "Well, what has that to do with the general case, eh ?" "My dear fellow, no one but a woman would ever have thought to carry away that towel; a woman would have thought about it, and would have acted on the thought." "Possibly." "Again, it all goes to prove that Fairfield mus't have been dead with sleep by the time he had taken off his clothing-and that carries out my idea that he was given morphine before he came home." "Where do you deduct that idea?" "Because, instead of going to the bath-room to wash his own hands before retiring, he tumbled into bed-and doubtless went at once to sleep." "Oh, I see. Yes, tfat is likely." "Well, now we have her-and now we are pretty well satisfied that 't was a woman, aren't we ?" "Yes." "Now we have her after she has washed her hands and has destroyed the outward personal appearance of her connection with the crime. Now, let us follow her." "Go ahead." "She folds the towel carefully, and stuffs it into one of the pockets of the coat she is wearing. Then she passes back into the bedroom for a last survey of her work. Satisfied with that, and with the general effect she has produced, she turned off the light entirely--" "There is a point, Nick. You said a little while ago that Fairfield always kept a light going in his room." "Yes." "Was there one there when you found him this morn ing?" "No; it had been turned off." "Huh-h'uh !" "So, she turns off the light entirely, and goes into the parlor. "I haven't any doubt that she remembered then the picture he had told her !ibout as having made from memory of her face. It was a very good likeness, too. At all events, she would have a woman's curiosity to see it, particularly as it was done from memory." "You're right." "She couldn't find it in the parlor, so she went to the library-the adjoining room'." "This room." "Yes ; and she found it." "And mutilated it." "Not at all." "What then?'! "She merely cut out the face to take away with her. She wanted it." "What in the world would she want of that?" "In the first place it was a likeness of herself, ar11:l probably she did not like the idea that it should remain here where she had just committed a murder. It was as if she remained here herself almost." "There is something in that." "Then, again, it was a beautiful picture. A picture of a very beautiful woman ; and it had been done by a man who had admired her enough, under adverse cir cumstances: to draw her face from memory alone; but the strongest reason of all was that it was the handiwork of the .man she had just killed. It was a memento of the occasion, so to speak." "Orie doesn't like to suppose that she would carry it away for that reason alone." "Why not? Women acquire stranger things than that. In the South, when they burn a nigger at the stake, the white women fight over bits of his bones that are left in the embers of the fire. They like to save them. Counter feiters are invariably caught because their vanity com pels them to carry around on their persons specitvens of their own handiwork; and s.o it goes on, all through human nature." "That is all very true-but we are only guessing about this picture a'fter all." "Perhaps so ; but the fact remains, that if we can find out where Diana Cranston is staying-and Chick should know that much by this time-and if we can search among her effects and discover the face that was cut from that picture, or the towel that she stole from the bath-room, either or both, but preferably the picture, we shall have all the proof that we want, won't we?" "-It would certainly be rather clear circumstantial evi dence; but all the same, we are jumping at conclusions. We really haven't a scintilla of evidence that it was Diana Cranston who committed the murder." "Not yet, we haven't; but we will get it." "And in the meantime it is up to me to notify the coroner, I suppose. I will use this telephone and ask him to come here quietly; and then I'll call up my office and send word to the captain of this precinct. The hotel management won't thank for keeping them so long in the dark about it." "The hotel management would thank us very much if we kept them in the dark about it forever. They don't like to have murders in their rooms; and about this one, I feel very much as they will, about it." "How do you mean?"


20 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ur would like to keep it quiet for awhile; but I know it isn't to be thought of." "Hardly.'' "Call up your coroner, then, and attend to the other matter about the precinct, and while you are doing tllat, I will go do'_Yn and see the manager. 1 will put it up to hitn quietly, and we will keep it as still as possible, at until the body has been removed from the hotel." "Where will you have it taken, Nick? He was your friend, and he was rather alone in the world, was he not?" "I will send it to Merritt's, I think. We can have the funeral from there, too. I will attend to all that.' "Very well, and I will use the telephone!' "If Ferguson should return while I am out, George, I wish you w<:Juld not let him tell anything until I return. I think it would be better if we heard his story together." ."Yes. All right." Nick was down-stairs thirty minutes with the manager, during which time he made all necessary arrangements; and when he was returning, he encountered Ferguson in the elevator. Beyond nodding to each other, no greeting passed between them; but as soon as tbey were again in the library of the apartment, Nick began his questions. "Well, Ferguson," he said, "what have you dis covered?" "I. :fscertained that Mr .. Fairfield passed the entire evemng tnside this hotbt;"' rephed the valet. "Do you mean that he did not go out at all after he drtssed ?" "Yes, sir." "Then he dined here-in the great dining-hall?" "Yes, sir, with a lady." "With a woman?" ... The detective and the inspector exchanged glances. "Did you get a description o the wc;>man, Ferguson?" asked Nick. '!Yes, sir. She was very beautiful, with brown hair that had a touch of red in it ; with very beautiful, blue eyes and a sweet voice. She was tall and exquisitely dressed, and she wore wonderful jewels. It was the head waiter who told me all that!' "What more did he say?'' "That is about all1 sir. He said that her eyes were the brightest and the that he ever saw; that nothing seemed to eSfape them, and that she acted all the time as if she was expecting another person to join \. thetr party." "It isn't at all a bad description of Diana Cranston," said Nick. ''But, you have somethinemore to tell me that you haven't told yet." "Yes, sir. The woman is in this hotel." r'Whatr Both detectives spraneto their feet, and then seated themselves again. "She is stopping in this hotel-or was, last night," repeated Feq:uson. "Why do say was last night, Fere-uson ?" "Because she paid her bill and went away this morn ing. She went--" "Stop! Did you learn her name?" "Certainly, sir. She Was registered as Mabel Callaway-Mrs." "And she left this morning. Where did she go r "To the Gra\}d Central Station. That is all that is known." "Did you find out how long she had been here?" "Yes, sir ; a week.'' The detective turned to the inspector. "Now, what do you think of that?" he asked. "Why, I think as you do-that your Diana has been staying here at this hotel all the time she has been in town." "But I happen to know that she has not. She was at the Holland, and under her own name, at that. It may b.e that we are entirely at sea. It may be that this is another woman entirely, and--" "No, sir,'' interrupted Ferguson. "1 you will allow me.'' "Go ahead.'' "The head waiter, sir, came to this room a few days ago, with a message for Mr. Ft!irfield, he told me. He was sent by this same woman, and he swears that there was a picture of her hanging over the in the library/' CHAPTER X. A WILD CALL OVER THE TELEPHONE. "She has been playing double on you, Nick," said the inspector, laughing.


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 21 .,It wQuld seem so, wouldn't iti' Well, at all events, with the evidence of tbt head waiter, it i1 pretty well settled that I was correct in my surmise in reference to their beini last 1 It was not long after that when officers from the station-house arrived on the scene, and soon after them, the coroner appeared. Then, after. givini what directions he deemed necessary, Nick, accompanied by the in&pector, left the hotel. They parted at the door of the big house, and there the inspector said to the detective: "Well, Nick, although you are pretty welt in your own mind as to who the murder I don't see that you have a '\all to hang your hat on in the way of making an arrest : do you ?" "No." 11What are you going ki' do about it?" "I am going to do as I always do George. I'm go ing to find the criminal. I think I ought 'to hear some thing from Chick to-day-it is rather strange that he has kept silent as long as he has-and I hope to get an idea how to proceed from him." "The papers -will be. filled with accounts of this affair to-night and to-morrow morning." \ "Yes; I know. And it will be another of the unsolved mysteries for awhile-unless I do succeed in getting next to that woman much sooner than I expect to do it ; but in the meantime, I wish you would let the police force ":ork in its regtilar way. In other I want you to send your own men out on .the case precisely as you would do if I were not here and you had not seen me." "AI' right. But you will keep me posted as to what you are doing?" "Sure.'' It will be remembered that it was about eleven o'clock in the morning when the detective first made the dis' covery that his friend Fairfield had been murdered, and that he had been constantly employed ever since that moment. was quite surprised, therefore, to find when he ar rived home that the time was after four o'clock in the afternoon. He was also surprised to find that Joseph was await ing P,im on the steps outside the door and that he was peering up and down the street as if he had not the patience to wait inside. "What is the matter, Joseph?" asked the detective, as he ran up the steps. "Oh, sir, I do not know. o'nty I am certain that somethinehas happened to Mr. Chickerine-." "Eh ? What is that? Something happened to Chick? What do you mean?" Joseph had permitted his master to pass him, and had followed him into the hall ; but instead of stopping there, the detective ran up the stairs to his own study, bidding Joseph to follow him at once. "Now," he said, when they were inside the room and the door was closed, "what is it all about?" "It came over the telephone, sir." "What did?" "The message from Mr. Chickering." "Well, why don't you tell me what it was about P Out with it." "The telephone bell rang-very sharply, I thought-. and I hurried up the stairs, thinking that it was you who were calling for me. I picked up fhe receiver and said 'Hello!' and instantly I heard Chick's VQice. I can repeat his exact words." "Do so, and be quick about it." "He called out, evidently in great haste-and as if he were in pain: 'For God's sake, Nick, come to me. I am at..;.__' The message stopped rigftt there, sir, but in place of the blank which followed what he tried to say I very plainly heard the sound of a blow; and that was followed by the noise made by a body falling tb the floor. It was precisely as i( somebody had struck Chick with a club at the very instant he was trying to tele phone." "How long ago did that happen, Joseph?" "Les& than half-an-hour, sir.'' ."Has our telephone rang since that time?" I "No, sir." The detective turned abruptly to the receiver, and, ad dressing central, he asked : "About half-an-hour ago there was a call for this num ber. If, inside of another half-hour, you can tell me from whence that call came-if you can direct me to the ad dress of the house where the other telephone is located, I will send you a fifty-dollar bill, provided you will your name and private address wit& the information. This is Nick Carter in person He replaced the receiver, and turned to his valet. "Where is Ten-Ichi ? he asked. (


22 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. "Out, sir. 1 don't know where. He went out soon after you did, this motning, and I have not seen him since." "And Patsy-where is he?" ''He went out at about the same time, sir." ''And has not returned?" r.No, sir." The detective paced up and down the floor of his study after that, until at last the telephone bell called him ; and, hastening to it, he said : "Well?"' "That call that you asked about, Mr. Carter, came from the exchange boArd of the Hotel Mammoth." "What !" exclaimed the detective, surprised in spite of himself "Are you quite sure about that?" "Yes, sir; I am positive." -,.1 don't suppose you can tell whether the call origirii nated in one of the rooms of the hotel, or from one of the many booths there, could you ?'' "I know that it did not come througll one of the public phones." "Yes? How?" "Because in that ca:se the operat?r would have a rec ord of it on the book. There is no such record. I asked." "Then where did it come from?" "Either from one of the rooms or apartments in the hotel, or one ot the private phones in the dif ferent departments of the house." "I see. Thank you. You shall get your fifty, j!Jst the same; and central." "Yes." "Hereafter, whenever this number is called, if yQu will keep a rectrd of who calls, so that I can always find out by the mere asking, I will place you on my regular pay list for a present, once in the while. Good-by." He turned away then, and for several moments busied himself with a disguise; but in a quarter of an hour he was ready to leave the house. "Joseph," he said, then. "Yes, sir." "If Ten-lchi or Patsy should return before I do, I wish you to tell one or both of them that it is my or ders that they sit here in this room close to the tele phone, until I call, or until I have returned." He went out then, and hastened directly to the Mam moth, where he had already passed so much of his time that day. It has been mentioned that he had disguised himself; but the reader must understand that he was still a gentle man in his appearance. He had meiely adopted a somewhat elderly personality. He looked, in short, like a prosperous banker or broker, and would have passed for a man who was approaching sixty years of age. Entering the hotel he went directly to the desk and asked for the manager-and in a moment more he was shown to the private office. "Percy," he said, as soon as he entered the small office where the manager had his private desk, "you don't know me in this rig, but I am Nick Carter." "Yes," replied Mr. Percy, smiling, "I know your voice, Mr. Carter. What can I do for you? Is it about that murder?. Terrible thing, eh? I cannot tell you how much obliged to you we feel here, for the delicate manner in which you have handled the case so far. Anything--" "l wish to know all that you can tell me, and all that you can find out from your staff, concerning a guest who is supposed to have left here this morning. I refer to a Mrs. Mabel Calloway." The manager .touched a bell, but be'tore it was an swered, Nick continued: "And I wish that you would, in the quickest way poJ sible, place before me a complete list of the names of every guest who is at present in the house." "You room guests, of course." "Certainly." "For how many days, Mr. Carter?'" "For a week." The manager looked at his watch. Then he smiled. "You have come at the very best hour in the week for that," he said. "To-day is the end of our fiscal week in this house. It closes at five o'clock. It is now ., fifteen minutes past the hour, and the list should have been completed." "What list?'' "We work here on a different plan from any otAer hqtel in the world. I keep one clerk whose sole duty it is to keep on hand a revised list, alphabetically ar ranged, of all the guests. That is made up from 9ay to day, and the weekly list is on a separate sheet, and is. carried along from day to day, so that at five o'clock of to-day it is complete for the week."


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. / He had given the necessaty order while he was talk ing, and now the list was placed in his hand, while at the same instant one of the clerks who could usually be seen behind the desk made his appearance, and stood silently at one side awaiting orders. "Mr. Carter,'' said the manager, "this is our detective behind the desk. It is his duty to be pret>ared to answer all questions like the one you asked just now abOut a Mrs. Mabel Calloway. After he has told you what you wish to know, we will look over this list together." Nick Carter thought that he saw tbe hotel detective, whose duty was so strange and unheard of, start sliihtly when the manager ntentioned the name of Calloway, but he was not certain. "Do you know about the guest to whom the manager has referred ?' he asked sharply of the man. ''Yes/' "When did she arrive here?" "One week ago to-day." "And when did she leave?" "This morning." "Where did she go ?" "To Toronto." "Are you sure?" "I am only sure that it was reported in the hotel here that Toronto was her destination, and that she had her baggage sent to the Grand Central Station. also took a carriage for the station. More than that I do not know." "What suite of l'QOD!S did o<:cupy ?" "1494" It was the. detective's tum to start. "That is the suite which adjoins the pne occupied by Mr. Harold Fairfield, is it not?" "Yes, sit." "Has the suite been taken since Mrs Calloway gave it up this morning?'' "It has been engaged ahead for something more than a week, sir. It was when Mrs. Calloway occu pied it and she took it with the understanding that she was to give it up this morning. The present occupants are Mr. Jules Gerome and wife, registered from Paris. They came here two hours after Mrs. Calloway went a*ay:" "Indeed !'1 said the detective. "Within two hours, eh? I lhink Mr. Desk Detective, if you will take that chair, I will ask you a few more questions." CHAPTER XI. NICK CARTER'S RUN OF LUCK. The man who was known in the hotel as the de;k detective was visibly disturbed when Nick addressed him irl.. that manner, and the detective noticed that he was biting his nether lip as he assumed the chair cated for him. For a full Nick Carter studied his face silently and with eyes, and so intent was his ree-ard that the man flushed deeply under it. After a the detective said slo}Vly and p ressivly: "I don't know whether you are aware of the fact or not but I am Nick Carter. I have a habit of noticing rather closely, and I have noticed two thlngs about you since you entered this room. I need not tion what they are, and I will not-but I advise you to reply to the questions I shall ask you now, with P>rfect frankness." "I don't understand, sir--" "You will understand-thoroughly-in a moment. Remember what I have said. It will be distinctly for your own good to answer me frankly and truthfully. I am sure that Mr. Percy will understood that if you have stretched your idea of your duties sorrlewhat, for the accommodation of a guest you have done so for reasons which are not criminal, at least. Don't interrupt rne, please. You will understand from the drift of my questions what I mean now." "Very well, sir." I I '>" "You look and speak like a Canadian; are you one. "Yes, I am." "And did you, by any chance, hail frpm Toronto-or near there ?" "I. call '{oronto my home, really I came from Jackson's Point, on Lake Simcoe. "Precisely. And you once had an acquaintance in that neighborhood, named Diana Cranston, did you not?" "Why-yes, sir. Yes--sir." "I thought so. And when Mrs. Mabel Calloway came to this hotel and engaged suite 1494; you recognized her instantly as Diana Cranston, did you not?" "I must admit that I did, sir." "Precisely." VThough how you could have known that, "I saw by the start you iave when the name of Mrs.


24 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Calloway was mentioned, that you knew more about her the suite that she occupied, and who had it engaged than appeared on the surface. I already was aware even before she took it at all?" that she was really Diana Cranston, and I guessed that "What do I know about them?" you knew that, too. Yo.ur talk and your manner told me that you are a Canadian, and so I put two add two together for the rest of it. Now do you understand why it is best to reply to me frankly?" "Yes, sir." "You have known Diana Cranston quite w&ll in the past, have you not?" "Yes, sir, when we were boy and girl. She boarded with my aunt while her mother was acting as governess over at the big house that we call--" "Delancy Hall, eh ?" "Yes." "Do you know that she has lately been in p fison ?" "Yes." "For murder?" "Yes; but she told me that sh had been pardonedbecause it was discovered that she was entirely innocent of all connection with the crime." "Exactly. And you believed her, did yqu not?" ''Certainly." "You have been-and probably are now-more than I half in love with her ?, "Long ago-yes, sir." "Did she explain to you why she was here under an assumed name?" "She said it was because she did not wish people to connect her with the Diana Cranston of the murder case." "That was, and is, enough. Did she tell you that even while she had her rooms at this hotel, she had others, under her own name, ;Jt the Holland?" "No, sir." 1 "Well, it is true that she did, athough she gave them up after a day or two. Now tell me; do you know that she did go to Toronto, after she left here this morning?" "I know that she did not go there. I know-" "You know, iq fact, that she did not leave the city at all, tlon't you?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know where she did go?" "No.'' "We will drop her for a moment. What do you know about this Mr. and Mrs. Jules Gerome, who have taken "That is what I asked you-yes.'1 "Nothing at" all, sir." "What I Nothing at all? Is that what you are em played here for ?" "I know that they arrived this morning. I know that the husband is a hopeless invalid, and that he was carried to his rooms in an invalid's chair; but we were assured that it was merely a sort of paralysis of the lower and that otherwise the man was quite well, when he was not under the influence of opiates. Otherwise we would not have taken them in.'' "Are you quite sure that they did not take you in?" "I don't know what you mean by that insinuation." "Don't you? I am afraid that yQu are not frank with me, sir.'' "1--" Nick turned to the manager, who had been listening to this conversation in open-eyed astonishment. "Percy," he said, "I am quite sure that I will not have any use for that list you were so kind as to provide for my inspection. I have found out what I want(fd to know in a muc1) more direct and iQ an easier manner." "What is it, Mr. Carter? You mystify me greatly." "This man here knows the whole story. What is your he added, addressing the clerk again. "James Green." "Have you seen this Mrs. Ger:ome since her arrival here this morning ?" "Yes.'' "Talked with her?" "Yes." "Recognized her? Eh ?' "I don't know--'' "Yes, you do know, too. She is Diana Cranston, isn't she?" "Great fteaven, sir, are you a wizard?'' "Sometimes. Now confess the truth, or you will find yourself behind the bars charged with being an accrs sory to a murdft, no matter how innocent you may be of intent to commit a crime or to condone one." 4'My God, sir, is it true?" "You will find that it is only too true." ''Yes, sir, she is Diana Cranston.'' "I thought so. I a good guess_; and it was all


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. I because of that start you gave when you heard the manager use the name of Mrs. Calloway. Now, who is the man passes as her husband, and who is sup' posed to be an invalilf ?" "I know absolutely nothing about him, sir.'' "Is that true ?'' "Absolutely true, sir." "Did you know the La Rues, who were convicted of the murder .at the same time that Diana was sent to prison?" "A little." "Is this 'Mr. Gerome' either one of those brothers-Rudolph, or Max?" "No, sir. I know he is not." "Is he an invalid ?" "I don't know, but I think he is." "Is he really Diana's husband ?" "No." "You have seen him?" "Yes." "When?" "An hour ago." "In their rooms?" ''Yes." "Was he conscious at that time?" "I was told that he was dopy fr<;mAnorphine. He certainly looked it. He has the back room of the suite, "I have told you all that I can about that, sir." "When you saw him, he appeared to be in a stupor, you say?" approaching that, sir." "It was about an hour ago?" "Yes." "Was there a bandage on his head? Did he look as if--I see that I rieed not ask. There was evidence that you could see, that he had bruised himself, or that somebody 'had done it for him, eh ?" "Yes ; there was. But I don't "You don't have to see." The detective turned to the manager, and added : "The man who is supposed to be the invalid, Mr. Gerome, is no other than my chief assistant, Chick. About an hour and a half ago he tried to telephone to me from that room. He was detected in the act, and somebody knocked him down before he could complete what he was saying. Now--" The detective paused abruptly, for Green had started to his feet with staring eyes, and exclaimed : "My God, are you a devil?'' "No; but I am Nick Carter. Now, Green, out with it! Quick! Tell the truth! Who is the woman who js acting as maid for Diana Cranston ?" "She is Olivette La Rue." "Good! I thought so. And who is the man who is with a man to wait upon him. Diana has the front room taking care of 'Mr. G;rome' ?" of the suite with her maid." "He, sir? The man who--" "Ah! So there! are four in the party, eh ?" "Who is he? You know I Tell me! Tell me at "Yes." once!" "Can you describe the appe .at"ance of this 'Mr. Ge"He is Rudolph," came the gasping reply. rome'?" "I.,;_I-am not good at that sort of thing.'' With two or thre, quick motions, Nick Carter divested himself of his disguise, for he saw now that he would have no occasion to make use of it-that whatever he had to do while he remained in that hotel could j!st as well be done in his own proper person. And he remem berJd that it had often been said that there was considerable facial resemblance between him and Chick, al though there was actually no blood relation. "Look at me now,'' he commanded of Green. "Does the man in suite 1494, who is supposed to be an invalid, at all resemble me?" "I think, sir, that he does," admitted at once. "Now tell me of his condition.'' I CHAPTER XU. THE WOMAN TERRIBLE. We must now, for a moment, transler our attention from Nick Carter to Chick. We must go back over those four his absence from Nick Carter's home, and glance over the events that occurred during that tiine, just enough to post our selves about what happened to Chick after he put the personal in the Herald and Diana replied to it. The personal, if you will remember, told her that be would be at the Fifth Avenue and Fifty-ninth Street en to Central Park every afternoon at four o'clock, until she appeared. He was obliged to go there only once, however, for


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. she came-fo meet rum the very first day, and was punctual almost' to tile minnte. Chick had the big Peerless car with him, and as if she had foreseen that, she came on foot, so with nothing more than a mere greeting between them, Chick helped her into the seat beside his own, and started the rnadine nortflward through the park. "''t was good o1 you to come at once," he said to her; and' sfle smil'ed up at him with one of her bewitching smiles, and replied : "I think it was extremely good of you to make it pos si"bfe, after the manner in which I treated you when I left you without a word of explanation." "Wl'rere--shaU we go now r asked Chick presently. --.Jrrst for a ride. I want to ask you a few questions bef'=!re we decide upon a destination." uwen: he said, are they?" "You are Nick Carter's chief assistant, aren't you?" "Yes." "And he has told you that I called upon him and threatened him?" 1 "Yes." "He sent you out to shadow me, didn't he?" "Yes." "For what purpose?" "Merely to know where you went and what you did. That is all!' "And took the job didn't you?" "I took it gladly-yes. I to know you "! suppose you arranged that little scene where the two men attacked me, didn't you?" "It was quite well done-only I understood it at once." "I see that you did.'' "Well, what I want to know is what do you intend to do now?" "Just what l am doing;" "What is that?" "Spend as much time as is in your society." "Because you have been ordered to do so?" "Yes; but more because I wish to do so." "How am I to understand that remark?" "If I had known you longer-or if I dared-I might be able to explain myself better." "Nonsense! You mean that you are attracted by iny beauty. You mean that you are inclined to fall in love with me. You mean that-I wonder if you do, really ?-that you are almost ready to betray your for me? Eh ?" "I mean something very nearly approaching "I will believe you-wheti you have con\.ineed me of it." "Then you will afford me the opportunity to convince you?" "Certainly. I like you, also. You attract me. That is a good deal for a woman to admit, is it not r' "Yes; and it makes me very ha,py." She laughed under her breath, as if she enjoyed it, and Chick was not sure that she was not playing with him. However, he was determined to play his part to the end, and to let matters take their own course as they would. At One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Stree-t and Seventh Avenue, she directed him to tum back again and to go over to St. Nicholas A venue, after a little, which he did, and presently she directed that they stop in front of a large apartment-house, where she said: "I am going to Jeave you here for a few minutes." "And desert me again?" he asked. "No. Wait. ( really won't be long." And she was not. Within ten she was back again. "I want you to come into the house with me for a little while," she said. "I have some friends who 'Mve an apartment here. I wish you to meet them." I Chick's hesitation was so short that she did not perceive it;, or, at least, she did not to do so; and, besides, she had with perfect frankness, as if it .made little difference to her whether he did as she asked or' npt. He got down from the machine, -removed the spark plug, and followed her into the house. They ascended by the elevator to th,e top floor, they the door of an apartment standing open to receive them, and he entered after her. It was yet day light, remember-not quite five o'clock in the afternoon, in fact. There was a private hall in the apartment, and Diana led the way along this to a room, or parlor. at the end of it. She passed inside, and turned and faced Chick as he entered ; but had barely passed the door into the room, when big, powerful


NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. from behind it, and, seizing him by the arms, pinioned them behind him. Diana laughed aloud, and when Chick would have struggled, she put out one hand and rested it on his I "Silly boy," she said, still laughing. "We are not going to harm you. This is one of my tests for you. Put out your hands, for you must be my prisoner for awhile." Chick obeyed. He thought it was best to take her 3l her word, and to appear to fall in with what she evi dently intended to appear as one of her jokes; and a mo ment later he was securely handcuffed, after which an other and a larger pair were placed on his ankles, so that he was utterly helpless. Then, and not till then, the man who had seized him from behind stepped into view' and the assistant at once recognized that the man was Rudolph; and while At the opposite side of the room, he a tele phone, and his next act was to drag himself to where he managed to get the receiver in his hand, and to call for Nick's number. It was a wfully long ib coming, but at he got the connection. He thought, in his weakened that he recognized Nick's voice, whereas it was Joseph who re to him, as we know ; and then he made the frantic call which Joseph repeated to Nick. But he was interrupted b_sfore he could tell where he was. A stunning blow fell upon his head, and he was dragged backward, still conscious, .1 and thrown bodily upon the bed, while Rudolph and Diana stOod over him. "Better let me kill him at once, and have done with it," growled Rudolph. "That wilf make and we will be getting on.' : Diana laughed . the giant stood scowling upon him, another door opened, "N6," she said. "Two murders within twenty-four and Olivette appeared on the scene. hours in the Hotel Mammoth would be almost too much Chick understand then, 09fy too well, that}he was in of a good thing. Besides, I shall not kill this man, if for it, to use a common expression. he is sensible enough to come over to our side. I like He knew that this was to be no child's play, and that him." he had deliberately walked into a trap. But he was given very little time for reflection, for held a cloth in her hand as she came toward him, and he scented the odor of chloroform ; and the next instant it was clapped over his face, and he lost consciousness almost at once. What happened after that he did not know. When he did open his eyes again, he felt dazed and iil, and he knew that in addition td the chloroform, he had been dosed, hypodermically with morphine-and he believed that many hours:-perhaps days-had p;tssed since he was made a prisoner. He had been moved in the meantime, too. He was no longer in the room where he had been made a prisoner, but in a large and elegantly furnished apartment-and he thought he recognized the furnish ings as belonging to the outfit of the Hotel Manunoth. There were no longer shackles on his ankles or hand cuffs on his wrists, and with great difficulty-for he was exceedingly weak and enervated-he dragged himself from the bed, and across the floor to the window. There he managed to pull himself up utTtil he could look out ; and he discovered at once that he had been -correct in his surmise, and that he was indeed in a room a:t. the Mammoth. Rudolph swore a great: oath. "It won't be well for you if you take a notion to like him too well," he growled. "I will fill. him with more wounds than you put into the carcass of Harold Fairfield, if you do-and your own body as well.'' "Tut-tut, Rudolph. You are ,sUly_ Don't threaten me, or I may take a notion to serve you as I ser.ved Fair field.'' Then she leaned over Chick, and added : "Did you know that I had murdered Harold Fairfield? And that to-night, or to-morrow, or sometime, I shall kill Nick Carte r-and Ten-Ichi? And all had a hand in my undoing? No? Never mind. You may possibly save your own you are not a fool." After that they gave him injection of mor phine, and left him. Later, he was conscious that a stranger looked down upon him for a momenJ:; but he only saw dimly. We know that it was James Green, but Chick was not sufficiently cot1scious to know more than that it was a stranger; and after that they more mor phine, and he lapsed into unconsciousness. * * * It was a little past six o'clock in the evening when l)iana Cranston, Olivette, and Rudolph, being seated to-. l in the parlor of their su,ite, heard a tap


28 NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. against the door. Rudolph instantly glided away to" ward the room where Chick was kept, and Olivette opened the door, discovering-as Diana supposed-James Green standing upon the threshold. He stepped inside at once, and partly closing the door, said in a low tone: "Diana, we are making the weekly inspection of the hotel. .It is a form that has to be gone through with. I have two men outside with me, but they are stupids. I will let them in, and ,zou must conduct us through the suite. It won't take five minutes, and you need not say a word. Just walk ahead of us." He did not wait for her to reply but turned and opened the door again, and admitted two men, who gated around the room, crossed it and looked out at the windows, and then faced the supposed Gret!n again. "Now, Madam Gerome," he said, "if you will take us through the apartment--" She signed to them to follow, and led the way rough, so that after a moment they came to the room where Chick was stretched upon the bed, unconscious, with Rudolph seate.d beside him. Diana and Olivette were in advance of the three men, and they all paused beside the bed ; and then a transfor mation occurred. With a quick motion, the supposed Green threw aside wig and beard, and stood revealed as Nick Carter, while TenIchi and Patsy threw off their disguises and ap peared in thdr proper persons. At the same instant, Nick wheeled Diana around with a sudden jerk and snapped a pair of irons on her wrists while Ten-Ichi p!!rformed the same service for Olivette. Rudolph wheeled in his tracks when he heard the commotion; and then, perceiving instantly what it meant, he whipped a long knife from some place of conceal ment, and leaped toward the bed. It was only too plain what he meant to do. He intended to kill somebody at least, and Chick, unconscious and helpless, seemed to offer the easiest mark. The knife was deseending. It had almost reached Chiek, when Nick's revolver spoke, and a bullet from it crashed its way through the brute's wrist; and at the same instant, Nick leaped forward and felled him to the floor with a terrific blow on the jaw. * * * The automobile was found at an up-tewn carage, where Rudolph had left it, and was easily reclaimed ; and as for the murder of Harold Fairfield, Diana con fessed it derisively, and with laughter. She had encountered Fairfield in the corridor of the hotel ; she had dined with him that night ; he had told' her about the portrait made from memory of her face ; he had offered to show it to her; she had asked for the key to his rooms, and said that she would go there alone the following day, when he and Ferguson should be out, and see it; and she had gone there that and committed the murder, exactly as Nick Carter had read the facts from his study of the situation. TliE END. The next issue, No. 477, will contain "Captain Satan; or, Nick Carter's Great Mistake." About the y T w kl 1p op ee y We receln lluadredl of !ettera every week from reader If we caa aupply the early aumbert of Tip Top co11taln 1111 Praate adyeatarel. Ill 1nry c&le we are obllfld to rtply that Dam ben 1 to 300 are entirely out of print. 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. Rough Rider Weekly 51-The Young Rough Rider's Bitterest Foe; or, The Challenge of Capt. Nemo. 52-The Young Rough Rider's Great Play; orf The Mad Ally o a Villain. 53-The Young Rough Rider Trapped; or, A Villairt's Desperate Play. 54The Young Rough Rider's Still-Hunt; or, The Mystery o Dead Man'a Pass. 55-The Rough Rider' 06Se or, The Gtrl From Denver. 56-The Young Rough Rider', Lortg Ride; or, Life Against Life. 57-The Youn.g Rough Rider's Silent Foe; or, The Hermit of Satan's Gulch. 58-The Young Rough Rider's River Route; or, A Fight Against Great Odds. Rider's lnvesttrtent; or, A Bargain With a Ghost. 00--The Young Rider's Pledge; or, The Hermit of Hidden Haunt. .61--The Young Rough Rider's Aerial Voyage; or, Stranded Cirtus. 62-Ted Strottg's NebrMka Ranch; ot, The Fra at Fulltrtott. 63-Ted Strong's Treasure Hunt; or, The of Coahuila. 64-Ted Strong's Terrible Test; or, Joining a Secret Oart. 65-The Young Rough in Shakerag Canyon ; or, Routing the Rustler of the Big Hom. 66-Ted Strong's Secret Scrvic:e: or, The Mystic Letter. 67.-..Ted Decisive Tactlci; or, The Man with the Evil Eye. 68-Ted Strong's Troublucmtt Neighbot; or, The Feud in Texas, Stro t's Dusky Friend: or, The Gypsy Girl's W:.ming. 7o-The Young Rough RiderJ In PanaMa; or, An Unpremeditated Voyage. 71-'red Strong's Fearless Stand j or1 The Young Rough Riders in Arizona. 7Ted Tight or, The zona Clean Up. 73-Ted Strong's Celestial Foe; of, A Big Show Down in Pacos. 74-Ted Strong's or, The Deed tD Moon Valley. 75-Ted Strong's Generosity; or, The Mystery of the Blue Butterfly. 76-Ted Strong's Air Ship; or, Dueling in the Clouds. 77-Ted Strong's Wild West Show; or, The Making of an Indiart Chief. 78-Ted Strong's Commlsslott: or, Gbl.ng Alter Government Gold. 79Ted Strong, King of the Wild West; or, Winning ll Town by 3 Ride. So-King of the Wild Camel Hunt; or, Young Rough Riders in the Mojave Desert. 8i-King of the Wild West and the "Bad Men' '; or, Putting a '1L..icl" .on the Territory. 82-King of the Wild West on Guard ; CJr, In the Cause of the Governor's Son. 83--lti11g -of the Wild West's or, The Young Wolf Hunters of Montana. 84-King of the Wild Weet't Sapphlte Mines; or, The Smugglers of YOgo Creek. Ss--Klrtg of Wild West's Crooked Trail; or, A Trip into Old Mexico. 86--K.ing elf Wild West's Humart Mal); or, The Treast.tre of the Cave Trail. 87-Kinr of the Wild Weat in the Corral; or, Teaching the Law to Custer, the Wild Horse. 88--King of the Wild West's Dangerous Game; or, The Win-Out in Idaho. 8!)--Klng of the Wild West's F!n9; or, The Last City of the S:tngre de Christo. of the Wild West's Militia; or, Break .. 1 ing the Strike in Leadville. gt-King of the Wl!d West's Justice; or, The Sheep War of the Las Animas. 92-King of the Wild West's Saittt; or, The End of Polygamy itt Utah. 93-King of the Wild West's Hold; or, ing the Big Timber 94-King of tht Wild West' !I Submarine; or, The Search for Sunken 95.-King of the Wild West's Finiih l or. The Great Stone Door. -King of the Wild West's Peril; or, The Can nibals of Tiburon Island. 97-King of the Wild West's Strange Quest; or, The Whito Princess of Sonora All of the above number alway on hand. If you cannot them from your newsdealer. ftve cents per copy will brine them to you by man. potpald. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK I \


, BUFFALO BIL' L STORIES Containing the Most Thrilling Adventures of the Celebrated Government Scout "BUffALO BILl" (Hon. William f. Cody) {Z07-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Solving the Mystery of Robber's Rock. 2oS--Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Peril; or, The Pur suit of Black Barnett, the Outlaw. 209--Buffalo Bill's Great Knife Duel; or, The White Queen of the Sioux. 21o-Buffalo Bill's Blind Lead; or, The Treasure of the Commander. 211-Buffalo Bill's Sacrifice; or, For a Woman's Sake. 212-Buffalo Bill's "Frisco Feud; or, caljf.o rnia Joe to the Rescue. 213-Buffalo Bill's Diamond Hunt; or Tlle King of Bonanza Gulch. 214-Buffalo Avenging Hand; or: I.:.ariat Larry's Last Throw. 215-Buffalo Bill's Mormon Quarrel; or, Af..War with the Danites. 216-Buffalo Bill's Deadshot Pard; or, The Evil Spirit of the Plains. 217-Buffalo Bill's Cheyenne Comrades; or, The Brand of the Death 2i8-Buffalo Bill's Fiery Trail; or, Lone Bear's Paleface Pard. 219--Buffalo Bill's Sioux Foes; or, The Noosing of Big Elk. 22o-Buffalo Bill's Cold Trail; or, The Medicine Woman of the Apaches. 221-Buffalo J;lill's Iron Fist; or, The Tiger of the Kiowas. 222-r)3ufralo Bill's with Fire; or, Saving His Enemies. 223-Buffalo Bill's Florida Foes; or, Hunting Down the Seminoles. 224-Buffalo Bill's Grim Oimb; or, Fighting In dians in Mexico. 225-Buffalo Bill's Red Enemy; or, The Wizard of the Comanches. 226-Buffalo Bill on a Traitor's Track; or, The White Chief of the Crows. 227-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Red Cloud's Smoke Signal. 228-Buffalo Bill's Air Voyage, ()r, Fighting Redskins from a Balloon. / Bill's Death Thrust; or, Snake Eye's Silent Doom. 23o-Buffalo Bill's Kiowa Foe; or, Buckskin Sam's Red Hand. 231...,-Buffalo Bill's Terrible Throw; or, The Strong .Arm of the Border King. 232-Buffalo Bill's Wyoming Trail; or, Wild Work with the Redskins. 233-Buffalo Bill's Dakota Peril; or, Wild Bill's Death Feud. 234-Buffalo Bill's Tomahawk Duel; or, Playing Redskins at Their Own Game. 235-Buffalo Bill's Apache Round-Up; or, The Redskin Renegade. 236-Buffalo Bt.l's El Paso Pard; or, The Red Whirlwind of Texas. 237-Buffalo Bill on the Staked Plain; or, Lance, Lasso and Rifle. 238-Buffalo Bill's Border Raid; or, Fighting Redskins and Renegades. 239--Buffalo Bill s Bravest Fight; or, Star Eye, the Pawnee Princess. 24o-Buffalo Bill's Heathen Pard; or, Lung Hi on the War Path. 241-Buffalo Bill's Dakota Dare-devils; or, Rout ing the Redskins. 242--Buffalo Bill's. Arapahoe Alliante; or, Fighting the Tejons. 243-Buffalo Bill on Special Service; or, The Death Dance of the Apaches. 244-Buffalo Bill on a Treasure Hunt; or, The Secret Hoard of the Vaquis. 245 Buffalo Bill's Lost Quarry; or, Following a Cold Trail. 246-Buffalo Bill Among the Comanches; or, Loud Last Ride. 247-Buffalo Bill's Stockade Siege; or, Holding the Fort. 248-Buffalo Bill's Creek Quarrel; or, Long Hair's Long Shot. 249--Buffalo Bill Among the Pawnees; or, Nick Wharton's Redskin Chum. 25o-Buffalo Bill on a Long Hunt; or, The Tracking of Arrowhead. 251-Buffalo Bill's Wyoming Trail; or, The Con quering of Red Hand. All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot .ret them from your newsdealer. five cent. per copy will them to. you lty tnail. postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., YORK I


-I DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY Containing the Most Unique and Fascinating Tales of Western Romance. 44o-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Fire Bugs; or, The Ten-Strike at Lallakoo. 441-Handsome Harry's Iron Hand; or, Solving a Great Diamond Mystery. 442-Handsome Harry's Treasure Hu:qt; or, Three Old Tramps Tough Luck. 443-Handsome Harry's Steel Trap; or, A Run ning Fight in the Rockies. 444-Handsome Harry with a Hard Cro"ld; or, A Blow-up on the Mississippi. 445-Handsome Harry's Big Round-up; yr. The Beauty of Chimney Butte. 446-Handsome Harry in the Big Range; or, Hey, Rube, in Arizona. 447-Diamond Dick's Ghostly Trail; or, The Phantom Engine of Pueblo. 448--Diamond Dick's Boy Hunt; or, The Kid. napers of the Sierras. 449-Diamond Dick's Sure Throw; or, The Broncho Buster's Last Ride. 45o-Diamond Dick's Fight for Honor; or, The Wizard Gambler. 451-Diamond Dick Afloat; or, The Pirates of the Pacific. 452-Diamond Dick's Steeple Chase; or, The Leap That Won the Race. 453-'Diamond Dick's Deadly Peril; or, A Fight for Life in the Rapids. 454-Diamond Dick's Black Hazard; or, The Feud at Roaring Water. 455-Diamon'Ci Dick's Dar:Kest Trait; or, The Se cret of the Haunted Mine. 45&-Diamond Dick's Desperate Dash; or, A Rough Ride through Montana. 457-Diamond Dick's Secret Foe; or, Mtghtwolf, the Red Terror. 458--Diamond Dick's Center Shot; or, A Hoo rah at the Golden Gate. 459-Diamond Dick's Blind Lead; or, The Rus tlers of Sandy Gulch. 46o-Diamond Dick's Cool Thrust; or, The Trait of The Silent Three. 461-Diamond Dick's Sy.riftest Ride; or Won by the Pony Expres,s. 46.2-Diamond Dick in the Desert; or, The Shot Gun Messenger from Fargo. 463-Diamond Dick's Deadliest Foe; or, A Fight with a Destroying Angel. 464-Diamond Dick's Deatl;t Seal; or, The Beau tiful -Bride of Salt Lake. 465-Diamond Dick's Ridt Call; or, A Bad Man's Oath of Vengeance. 466-Diamond Dick in the Klondike; or, The Crazy Crresus of the Yukon. 467-DiamOIJd Dick's Call to Time; or, The Mystery of Chilkoot Pass. 468-Diamond Dick's Golden Trail; or, The Bad Man from Forty Mile. 469-----Diamond Dick on the Warpath; or, A Brush with Yaquis in Arizona. 47o-Diamond Dick's Red Signal; or, The Robbers of the 1 471-Diamond Dick and the Coiners; ot, Shoving a Queer Gang. 472-Diamond Dick's Boy Pard; or, The Trail of the Black Ring. 473-;-Diamond Dick:s _!?ouble; or, The Lone of tfie Sterras. 474-Diamond Dick's Silver Star..; or, Cleaning Upo a Bad Town. 475-Diamond Dick on the Fire Line; or, The Boys in Red at -La111e Dog. 476--Diamond Dick's Hold-up; or, The Raid on Robbers' Roost. 477-Diamond Dick on the Fire-Line; or, The Boys in Red at Lame Dog. 478-Diamond Dick's Defiance; or, The Mid night Message froin Redstone. Dick's Pledge; or, The Mysterious Man of Bar T. 4Bo-Diamond Dick's Yellow Peril; Oft Probing an Underground Secret Dick's Border Raid; or, Holding Back the HighDinders. 48i-Diamond Dick's Bold Stand; or, Taking the Odds for Justice. 483-Diamond Dick on a Queer Trail ; or, The Hermit of Bitter Roost. 484-Diamond Dick in tne Frozen North; or, The Ice King of Old Winriepeg. All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK -'


Nick Carter Weekly THE BEST DETECTIVE STORIES IN THE WORLD 434-The Cruise of the Shadow; or, Nick Car ter's Ocean Chase. 435-A of Impostors; or, Nick Carter's OeverFoil. 436--The Mystery of John Dashwood; or, Nick Carter and the Wharf Secret. 437-Following a Blind Trail; or, The Det ect ive's Best Guess. 438-Th Crime of the Potomac; or, The Tellt ale Finger Marks. the Shadow df Death; or, Nick Carter's Saving Hand. 44o-The Fear-Haunted Broker; or, Nick Carter's Great Lone-Handed Battle 441-The Greenhouse Tragedy; or, The Stab Wound in the Dark. 442-A Oever Grab; or, Nick Carter's Worst Worry. 443-The Mystery of the Front Room; or, Nick Carter s Marvelous Work. 444-The Crime of Union Square; or, N ick Carter's Ten Deductions. 445-A Millionaire Criminal; or, Nick Carter's Great Enigma. 44fr-The Broadway Cross; or, The Little Giant's Day of Fate 447The Princess Possess; or, Wck Carter's Beautiful Foe. 448-The Quexel Tragedy; or, Nick Carter's Midnight Message. 449--The Curse of the Quexels; or, The Ghost of a Murdered Beauty. 45o-Missing: a Sack of Gold; or, The Express Office Mystery. 451The Great Cathedral Mystery; or, Nick Carter's Complicated Case. 452-A Play for a Million; or, Nick Carter's Beautiful Adversary 453-The Pear-Shaped Diamonds; or, Nick Carter's Most Delicate Task. 41-54The Great Orloff Ruby ; or, Nick Carter and the Demon's Eye. 455-Nick Carter's Human Weapon; or, The Woman with the Branded Face. 45fr-The Compact of Death; or, Nick Carter's Singed Hair Oew. 457-The Rajah's Revenge; or, Nick Carter's Bold Attack. 458-A Tragedy of the Sea; or, Nick Carter's Desperate Fight 459-The Jiu-Jitsu Puzzle; or, Nick Carter's Athletic Enemy. 46o-Kairo the Strong; or, Ten !chi and the Human Cyclone. 461-:rq-ick Carter's Strange Power; or, The Great Jewel Scandal. 462-Nick Carter and the Marixburg Affair; or, Foiling a Great Conspiracy. 463-the Millionaire Cracksman; or, Nick Car ter's Mascot Gase. 464-'Phe Mystery Man; or, Nick Carter's Smartest Opponent, 465-Scylla the Sea Robber; or, Nick Carter and the Queen of Sirens. 46fr-The Beautiful Pirate of Oyster Bay; or, Nick Carter's Strangest Adventure. 467-The Man from Nevada; or, Nick Carter's Cowboy Client. 468-Maguey, the Mexican; or, Nick Carter's Battle with Bloodhounds. 469----Pedro, the Dog Detective; or, Nick Carter's Four-Footed Assistant. 47o-The Automobile Fiend; or, Nick Carter's Motor-Car Case. 471-Bellini, the Black Hand; or, Nick Carter Among the Terrorists. 472-The Black Hand's Nemesis; or, One Against a Hundred and One. 473-An Expert in Craft; or, Nick Carter and the Jewel Thieves. 474-Nick Carter's Terrible Experience; or, The Crime of the Limited Sleeper. 475-The Mystery of an Untold Crime; or, Nick Carter's Marvelous Skill. 476-Diana, the Arch-Demon; or, Nick Carter's Run of Luck. 477--Captain Satan, the Unknown; or, Nick Car Jer's Great Mistake. 478-A Wizard of the Highway; or, Nick Car ter's Test of Faith. 479---Abducted in Broad Day; or, Nick Carter's Duplicate Prisoner. Tong of the Tailless.Dragon; or, Nick Carter's Oose Shave. 481The Padlocked Mystery; or, Nick Carter and the Death Plot Trap. All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot Eet them from your newsdealer, five cent per copy will them te yeu by mall, poatpald. / STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., N E W YORK .


. THE FAVORITE LIST OF 'FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES NICK CARTER WEEKL Y We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the greates t sleuth that ever lived. Every number containing the adventures of Nick Carter has a peculiar, but delightful, powe r of fascination. TIP TOP WEEKLY Frank and Dick Merriwell are two brothers whose adventures in college and on the a thl etic field are of intense interest to the Am erican boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have excitiug sport. BUFFALO BILL STORIES Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting adventures among the These are given to our b oy s only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and please you. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY All sports that boy s are inter ested in, are carefully dealt with in the All-Sports Library The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indu l ging in healthy pastimes. BRAVE AND BOLD Everyboy who prefers variety in his reading matter ought to be a reader of Brave and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' s t ories. Eve ry c:J tale is comp!ete in itself. DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY The demand for stirri n g stories of Western adventure is aamir ably filled by this l ib rary Every up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are estab lished and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick Bertie, and Handsome Harry. Do not think for a second, boys, that these stories are a lot of mu sty history just sugar coated They are all new of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boys of your own age to .ok part ROUGH RIDER WEEKLY Ted Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he resolves to use his authority and .. .. h1111f4/ll4f rid his ranch of some very tough bullies He does it in such a slick '.'':'. l"4 . way that everyone calls him "King of the Wild West" and he .. certainly d e serves his title. BOWERY BOY LIBRARY The adventures of a poor waif whose on l y name is 'Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his trials without imbiping some of that re source and courage that makes the c h aracter of this homeless boy stand out so promin e ntly.


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