NICK CARTER STORIES _Issued Weekly. Entered as Second-class Matter at the New York Post Office, by_ STREET & SMITH, _79-89 Seventh Ave., New York. Copyright, 1915, by_ STREET & SMITH. _O. G. Smith and G. C. Smith, Proprietors._ Terms to NICK CARTER STORIES Mail Subscribers. (_Postage Free._) Single Copies or Back Numbers, 5c. Each. 3 months 65c. 4 months 85c. 6 months $1.25 One year $2.50 2 copies one year 4.00 1 copy two years 4.00 =How to Send Money=--By post-office or express money order, registered letter, bank check or draft, at our risk. At your own risk if sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps in ordinary letter. =Receipts=--Receipt of your remittance is acknowledged by proper change of number on your label. If not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let us know at once. =No. 140.= NEW YORK, May 15, 1915. =Price Five Cents.= THE MELTING POT; Or, NICK CARTER AND THE WALDMERE PLATE. Edited by CHICKERING CARTER. CHAPTER I. 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. 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, manly, and wholesome. That at which he was gazing was pallid, sinister, and severe. Its clean-cut features were as hard as flint. The thin-lipped mouth denoted cruelty and vicious determination. The square jaw and aggressive chin evinced firmness and bulldog tenacity. The cold gray eyes had a shifty gleam and glitter seen only in the eyes of what the detective had called this man--a crook. He took up the epithet bitterly, saying, with a sneer: “Crook, eh! You cannot prove it.” “I may sooner or later.” “You have tried--and failed.” “Failure never deters me from trying again. You know the old adage.” “You succeeded only in smirching my name, in giving me a bad reputation. It caused my friends to desert and avoid me. It excluded me from the clubs, the reputable hotels, from every desirable place that I had been accustomed to frequent. It has changed my life and turned it as arid as the heart of a desert. I have you to thank for all this--you, Carter!” “You are mistaken,” Nick replied. “You have only yourself to thank for it.” “We view it differently.” “Where have you been for the past two years?” “Not where you tried to put me.” “In Sing Sing.” “Yes.”