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Excerpt: ""Hello! hello! This is Frank Mantell talking. I want Mr. Carter-Nick Carter. Is he there?" Patsy Garvan, the detective's junior assistant, then alone in the library of Nick's Madison Avenue residence, was the recipient of the above telephone communication. It came over the wire in tones reflecting the haste and excitement of the speaker. Patsy remembered him, a son of the senior partner of the firm of Mantell & Goulard, whose big department...
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Excerpt: ""Oh, no, I have not forgotten you. I never forget the face of a crook." The speaker was Nick Carter. His voice, though somewhat under ordinary pitch, had a subtle and ominous ring. There was a threatening glint in the eyes he had fixed upon the face of the man he addressed. It was a striking and impressive face, nearly as strong and impressive as that of the famous detective-but for directly opposite reasons. Nick Carter's face was frank,...
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Excerpt: ""You'll pass for a Mexican in those togs, chief." "The 'togs,' as you call them, Chick, don't necessarily make any character. But there is nothing about a Mexican to distinguish him from other men except his costume, so I dare say I shall be a good-enough Mexican for the purpose." Nick Carter, the famous detective, regarded his reflection in the mirror rather disgustedly, and his speech came in angry jerks, unlike his usual calm, even tones....
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Excerpt: "The electric bell from Andrew Anderton's study rang sharply. It was close to the ear of the butler dozing in his little room off the hall at the back of the main staircase, and he awoke with a start. "Lord love 'im!" exclaimed that functionary, stalking to the door with as much haste as his dignity would permit. "Why doesn't 'e stop ringing? I 'eard 'im the first time, without 'im keeping the blooming bell going all the time." Then, as he...
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Excerpt: "Nick Carter caught sight of the couple only by chance. His touring car, in which he was seated with his chauffeur and Patsy Garvan, his junior assistant, was speeding through one of the winding driveways in Central Park, New York, and heading for Fifty-ninth Street. "Hold on! Slow down, Danny!" he cried to his chauffeur. "That woman has fainted, or is in a fit." The woman was lying on the greensward near a diverging driveway, and some fifty...
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Excerpt: ""Slow down, Danny, and look out for that wire," said Nick Carter to his chauffeur. "It may be a live one." "I'm onto it, chief." "Onto it, eh? Don't you run onto it while I'm in the car, not if it's a live one. You may fancy absorbing the output of an electric-lighting plant, but not for mine, Danny, not for mine! I know what it would do to me. I've seen men electrocuted." Danny Maloney laughed, for it was obvious that the famous detective...
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Excerpt: ""You say this burglar has got into your bedroom three times?" "Yes, Carter. Three times that I know of. He may have got in oftener for aught I know." "Hardly likely, Mr. Bentham. If you woke up three times and saw him, it indicates that there is something in his presence which affects you even in your sleep. It is a psychological influence, evidently." Professor Matthew Bentham, one of the most learned scientists in Brooklyn, shook his head....
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Excerpt: "Nick Carter did not interrupt the sobbing girl. He listened patiently, grave and attentive, letting her run on in broken, desultory phrases, until her first paroxysm of grief immediately following his arrival should abate sufficiently for her to tell him connectedly what had occurred. "They may say what they will-what they will, Mr. Carter, but I cannot believe it, will not believe it," she tearfully declared. "My faith in him is unshaken....
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Excerpt: "Nick Carter paused only a moment before replying. He took that one moment to consider the other strange matter that had brought him to Washington, and whether compliance with the request just made by the chief of police would seriously interfere with it. He decided that it would not, and he then said quite gravely: "Why, yes, I will go with Detective Fallon, since you both press me so earnestly. It is barely possible, chief, as you say,...
10) On Death's Trail
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Excerpt: "The solitary ray of light that found its way into the dismal room seemed to shrink from entering. Silence reigned supreme within. Outside, even the stillness of the night was hardly broken. It was a ray of moonlight, as feeble through the misty air as "the glowworm's ineffectual fire." It found its way in, nevertheless, under one broken slat of a closed blind, and then it seemed to hesitate, losing life and shrinking from going farther....
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Excerpt: "Nick Carter waited, listening intently, listening vainly, with his desk telephone in his hand and the receiver at his ear. Chick Carter, the celebrated detective's chief assistant, sat watching him, noting each changing expression on his strong, clean-cut face, and wondering what occasioned it. It was about nine o'clock one evening in October, and both detectives were seated in the library of Nick Carter's spacious residence in Madison Avenue....
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Excerpt: ""There goes another, chief. That makes five so far. There surely is something going on to-night," the young man at the window declared excitedly. It was Patsy Garvan, Nick Carter's second assistant, and he who was addressed was the great New York detective himself. The closest friends would have known neither of them, however, unless they had been in the secret, for both were cleverly disguised. Moreover, the room in which they seemed to...
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Excerpt: ""No, Carter! I shall not go back until I have got my hands on that wretched crook, William Pike, and I don't care if it leads me into the very heart of this strange country where they say a white man never has come from alive." The speaker was Jefferson Arnold, the multimillionaire shipowner and importer of Oriental goods, whose establishment was one of the best known of its kind in New York City. His firm jaw came together with a snap,...
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Excerpt: ""I feared you would not come." The speaker, a beautiful woman of two or three and thirty, half reclined on a sofa, in an elegant apartment. A gentleman, rather old, had entered the room. He was what he looked to be-one of New York's money kings. "It is for the last time, Louise," he said, toying with his watch guard. "And why for the last time?" For a second the woman appeared downcast, and then, rising to her feet, she said, pleadingly:...
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Excerpt: "A man and a woman together; then a man alone." Nick Carter thought this remark rather than uttered it in words, as he came to an abrupt pause in his walk and looked down upon the tracks in the snow. There were no other tracks than those anywhere visible, save only his own, which he had made in his approach to the spot, and he was careful not to approach too near while he made the examination which only his curiosity suggested-for there could...
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Excerpt: ""Message for Mr. Carter!" The wireless operator of the steamship Marathon, in the linen clothes and pith helmet ordinarily worn by white people in the tropics, came along the steamer deck with a slip of paper in his hand and stopped in front of a row of steamer chairs under an awning. "Where's it from?" asked the occupant of one of the chairs, springing to his feet. "From shore, sir-Calcutta." Nick Carter, who was holding out his hand even...
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Excerpt: ""Man overboard!" Nick Carter-known to the captain and crew of the tramp steamer Cherokee as Sykes, the bos'n-heard this shout, taken up by man after man, as he lay stretched out on the foc's'le head, in the early morning, just as the ship nosed her way into San Juan harbor, on the northern coast of Porto Rico. The thrilling warning that somebody has fallen into the sea, which always sends a shock through both crew and passengers whenever...
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Excerpt: "It had happened in the past that Nick Carter had done some little business for the head of the house of Danton, but it had been of a commercial character, and he had never met the other members of the family, although naturally they were all known to him by sight, as well as by the reputations they had earned for themselves in their own separate ways. Mrs. Danton-or the señora, as she was often called because of her Spanish ancestry-because...
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Excerpt: ""Extraordinary-that doesn't half express it. I know of no word that would. To some extent, Nick, at least, men's motives are usually discernible in their conduct. But in this case-why, there was nothing to it. It is utterly inexplicable. It was like a horrid dream, a hideous nightmare, or the mental abnormalities of a dope fiend." Nick Carter laughed and spread his napkin, with a significant glance at his chief assistant, Chick Carter, who...
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Nick Carter read the sign over the jeweler's store on Eighth Avenue and stopped to glance critically at the place. He noticed that the "regulator" indicated midnight. His thoughts flew back to another midnight earlier in the week, when Lusker's store had been cleaned out by burglars. The robbery had been charged to a mysterious crook known as Doc Helstone, who was supposed to be the leader of a clever gang of lawbreakers. Nick had been asked to break...
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