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AN OLD OFFENDER. “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. T…
THE STOLEN PLATE. It was eleven o’clock when Nick Carter arrived with Chick and Patsy at the Waldmere residence that morning. The butler admitted them, while Lord Waldmere and his wife came hurrying …
NICK CARTER’S CRAFT. Nick Carter needed only to glance at the face of the man who had entered to feel assured of his honesty. He was a rugged, red-cheeked Scotchman of nearly fifty years, clad in a c…
WHAT NICK HAD LEARNED. It was after one o’clock when Nick Carter left the Waldmere residence, after having given such further instructions as the circumstances seemed to require. Twenty minutes later…
ANGEL FACE. Chick Carter was the first of the three detectives to leave home on the work assigned him. Carefully disguised, Chick boarded a subway train and arrived shortly before three o’clock in th…
DOWN AND OUT. Patsy Garvan, while Chick was engaged as described, was working out another string of the bow by which Nick Carter was hoping not only to save the Waldmere plate from the melting pot, b…
INTO A TRAP. To one not versed in the detective’s art, the announcement of Nick Carter that he was going on a still-hunt after Stuart Floyd would have sounded like a vain and vaunting assertion. To h…
THE MELTING POT. Nick Carter never forgot the scene at which he helplessly gazed later that evening. He was seated on a bare earth floor, within four grim stone walls, to an iron ring in one of which…
DEAD ASHES. Chick Carter whipped out his searchlight, crouching above the prostrate man he had found in the alley. At the same moment a low moan broke from the victim of Bug Bannon’s treacherous assa…
THE GLINT IN THE DARKNESS. Colonel Vedant and his adjutant, Captain Ormsby Grail, hurried down to the Dolliver Foundry, one of the large industrial plants along Brantford’s bustling seven miles of wa…
