Nick Carter Stories No. 147, July 3, 1915: On Death's Trail; or, Nick Carter's Strangest CaseCarter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 147, July 3, 1915: On Death's Trail; or, Nick Carter's Strangest Case
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
“You can do so, I observe by merely turning your eyes in the direction
of the mirror.”
“I can, Mr. Carter.”
“If you were to do so merely casually, a person seated here would have
no idea that you were in communication with a person in the study,” said
Nick. “By turning my chair in this direction, I can see the mirror, but
not the study door, nor any reflection of it.”
“Oh, I now see what you mean,” Lady Deland exclaimed. “You wish to
signal me from the study, by means of the mirror, while I am talking
with the person you suspect will come here.”
“Exactly,” Nick replied. “I will stand so that you can see a reflection
of me, and I will signify with a nod, or with a negative shake of my
head, what course you must shape.”
“I understand you perfectly.”
“It will be necessary for you to yield to whatever design may be
attempted.”
“Have you any idea of what it will consist?”
“I think you will be required to go somewhere, both to get and deliver a
price for the document, and also in order to receive the letter.”
“I will go,” said Lady Deland quickly. “I shall not fear. I would dare
anything, Mr. Carter, to recover it.”
“Something more will be necessary,” Nick replied. “I wish to go with you
with one of my assistants, who will presently arrive here.”
“But will that be allowed?”
“We must fool whoever comes here into allowing it,” smiled Nick.
“Will that be possible?”
“I think so, in view of the fact that much is at stake, and that there
is no time for other arrangements. You must insist upon going in your
touring car, and taking your chauffeur and your maid.”
“Well?”
“You can state that they know nothing about the business engaging you,
and that the crooks will incur no danger from your having these
uninformed companions. They will have guarded against danger, all right,
as a matter of fact. I know such rascals root and branch.”
“But I don’t understand,” Lady Deland said doubtfully. “What can my maid
and chauffeur accomplish?”
“Leave that to me,” Nick replied, smiling again. “I shall be your
chauffeur, Lady Deland, and your maid will be Patsy Garvan, my
assistant, who can make up very cleverly as a girl in the twenties.”
“Oh, I now see at what you are driving,” cried Lady Deland, with
countenance lighting.
“You must provide him with the necessary garments, however,” Nick added.
“We have all else that will be required.”
“I will do so, Mr. Carter.”
“I also wish to take your butler’s place for a time, that I may
determine whether any visitor warrants suspicion, and also take steps
consistent with our design.”
“You may do so,” Lady Deland said readily. “I will give you all the
assistance in my power.”
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