Nick Carter Stories No. 124, January 23, 1915: The girl kidnaper; or, Nick Carter's up-to-date clew.Carter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 124, January 23, 1915: The girl kidnaper; or, Nick Carter's up-to-date clew.
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
“Nobody has gone all day, except two people who live in the village, and
whom the station agent knows quite well. You see, this is only a branch,
which the railroad company ran up here for the benefit of our hotel, so
it is not used much except by patrons of our house.”
“I see,” nodded Nick Carter. “Well, you may not see either Mike or me
until two or three o’clock in the morning. Good night!”
“I hope you will find out something,” called out Mallory, as he went
out.
“With ordinary luck, I hope to do so,” were Nick Carter’s parting words.
CHAPTER V.
AN EXPERIMENT IN CHEMISTRY.
“Florine!” said the Baroness Latour, as she entered her rooms after
dining with Nick Carter. “I am going to do a little chemistry work in
the bathroom. Of course, I am not at home to anybody. Some of those
people about the hotel are disposed to be friendly, but I can’t be
bothered with them to-night.”
“Very well,” returned Florine. “Shall I help you change?”
“Yes.”
They retired to the baroness’ bedroom, and in ten minutes the baroness
came forth in a neat gingham gown. Over this she wore an apron of the
same material, but of darker pattern, that covered her completely.
Florine knew just what to do for the experiments her employer was about
to make.
From two large trunks which stood in her own room she took a small
electric stove, crucibles, retorts, and similar articles. Also a glass
table, which folded when packed away, but could be set up quite firmly
in a few minutes. It was the kind of table that is often used by
experimenting chemists.
“That will do,” the baroness told her then. “You can stay out here, in
my sitting room. Remember that no one is to be allowed to come in until
I tell you.”
She shut herself in the bathroom, the ground-glass window of which was
open a little at the top, and placed a crucible, containing some
colorless liquid, on the electric stove.
She had connected the stove by wires to one of the electric fixtures,
after removing the bulb, and thus got all the power she required.
Soon there came a slight hissing from the crucible.
She darted over to it, and having put on a pair of asbestos gloves,
lifted the crucible to the glass table.
Next, she adjusted an oxygen mask with a glass front, and, taking off
the asbestos gloves, replaced them with others of rubber. She knew well
the necessity of taking every precaution when experimenting with
dangerous elements.
Taking a small bottle from a cabinet, which had been one of the articles
brought in by Florine, she poured half of the liquid in it into the
crucible.
A violent agitation of the contents of the crucible caused her to leap
back hastily. It was evidently caused by mixing the two substances too
abruptly.
Soon the disturbance in the crucible subsided. Then the baroness poured
the remainder of the stuff into the crucible, leaving the bottle--it was
really only a vial--absolutely empty.
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