A Stolen Name; Or, The Man Who Defied Nick CarterCarter, Nicholas (House name)
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A Stolen Name; Or, The Man Who Defied Nick Carter
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories; Dime novels; Popular literature
“I certainly do, Mr. Remsen,” was the reply. “It was because I already
knew something, and believed that we would yet catch the thief who
stole Lenore’s necklace and the other jewels, that I advised the
repairs to the burglar alarm, which worked so perfectly to-night. I
anticipated precisely this result.”
“Go on; go on, Ledger. Come to the point. Don’t beat about the bush!”
exclaimed Lenore’s father.
Jimmy deliberately turned his back upon Nan and Nick; he faced the
other members of the company.
Pausing just long enough to give emphasis to what he would next say, he
continued:
“I arrived here last Thursday, as you will remember. I made my first
appearance before you at the dinner table. There was one guest who was
in the house at that time, and who is present now, in this room, who
did not appear at the dinner table that night. I did not then know that
that guest was here.
“Many of you will remember that we passed a pleasant evening, and that
the guest to whom I have referred did not come downstairs at all during
it. Also, that we parted early and that I complained of being very
tired with my long ride.”
There were nods in the affirmative, around the room.
“Notwithstanding the fact that I was greatly fatigued,” he continued,
“I could not go to sleep. Some time during the middle of the night I
left my bed, partly dressed myself, and descended to the library to
obtain a book, intending to read myself to sleep; but, as I stepped
into the library, I discovered that it was occupied, and that one of
the persons who was there was the guest to whom I have referred, and
who was not present at the dinner table.
“That guest, as you may have surmised, was a woman. She was not alone
when I discovered her in the library. There was a man there, with
her, and they were bending across the library tables, conversing in
whispers, so low that I could not hear what was said. At the moment
I did not suspect more than a clandestine meeting—and, inasmuch as I
recognized the aforesaid guest as an old acquaintance, and knew a great
deal about her, I was not surprised.
“I withdrew, as silently as I had gone there; and as I did so I heard
just one remark that passed between the two. It was made by the man,
to the woman, and he said: ‘Very well, then. I will return here next
Monday night.’”
Jimmy paused a moment to permit his words to take full effect.
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