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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: ""There's no question in my mind, inspector, as to who did the job," said Nick Carter. "You feel sure of it, then?" "As sure as water runs downhill. I refer, of course, to the mechanical part of the work. I looked it over on the morning following the burglary, every part of the looted vault, and I am as sure of the cracksman's identity as if I had seen him getting in his work. Only one yegg in the business has the mechanical genius to crack...
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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: ""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: "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,...
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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: "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: "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: ""Move on, old man, and go home!" It was the stern voice of one of New York's finest policemen that uttered these words. "Home! I wonder where it is?" muttered the old man to whom the policeman had spoken, and a shudder ran through his frame, as he slowly moved down the street. As he reached the corner near old St. John's Church, on Varick Street, he paused, rubbed his eyes and gazed dreamily around him. For some time before the policeman...
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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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Excerpt: "It was a fateful moment-one to be remembered. A fateful moment in the lives and fortunes of some to whom there then came no premonition of evil, no dread of the terrible sword that hung by a hair above their heads, upon whom was cast no shadow through the glare and glitter around them, amid the gay festivities in which each played a part. It was a fateful moment, one brought only by chance to the notice of Nick Carter. It was remembered...
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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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Excerpt: ""Well, Chick, it's good to strike little old New York again." Nick Carter jumped down from the railroad car and shook himself like a huge dog as his feet touched the stone flagging of the Grand Central Station. "You're not more glad to see New York than New York is to see you," piped a shrill voice, and Patsy, Nick's younger assistant, darted forward to greet his chief and Chick, who were elbowing their way through the crowd on the arrival...
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Excerpt: "In Thirty-fifth Street, east of Fifth Avenue, there is a house conspicuous among its neighbors in that it differs in construction by being of the variety known as the English basement style. Entrance to the house is secured through a door reached by one or two steps from the pavement. The dining-room of the house is nearly on a level with the street, while the parlors are on the second floor, reached from the lower hall by a flight of stairs....
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Excerpt: "Nick Carter listened without interrupting. The man addressing the famous detective was not one to be wisely interrupted. His strong face, his broad, thin-lipped mouth and square jaw, the glint of his steel-blue eyes, his portly and imposing figure-all denoted that he was the type of man that insists upon having his way, his inning at the bat, as it were, but who then would graciously accord the same privilege to another. "The danger, Mr....
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Excerpt: ""Oh, I say, old top!" Nick Carter stopped short and looked at the speaker. There was no mistaking his nationality. He was English to the bone. English in aspect, attitude, attire, and accent. English of the most pronounced and impressive type-but impressive upon as keen and thoroughbred an American observer as the famous New York detective chiefly because of the insipid and mildly obtrusive aristocracy that stuck out all over him. He was...
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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: ""You say he cannot travel to-day, doctor?" "Impossible, Mr. Carter!" "He would be in a drawing-room on the Pullman, and every care would be taken to make the journey easy for him." The surgeon shook his head. "He would have his own servant, Phillips, to attend him," persisted Nick Carter. "This is Prince Marcos, you know, Doctor Sloane. You've heard of him, and I've explained that it is essential for him to be in the country of which he...
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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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