“It isn’t necessary,” answered Nick Carter. “A Chinese disguise is always difficult, especially when you want to deceive Chinamen with it. They are very likely to see through it, unless you are in a rather dark place. You can put on a rather shabby suit of clothes of a sporting cut, and wear a soft hat pulled well down--the sort of hat most young men are wearing just now. The idea is that you are a gangster, and are used to going among Chinamen.” “I get you,” interrupted Patsy. “I’ll show up some time in the morning, and I hope I’ll know where this chink is that you want. Got his name?” “No. If I had, he would be easy to find, and I might not have to send you at all.” “That’s so,” acknowledged Patsy, as he left the room. “Now, Chick,” went on Nick, when the door had been closed, “I’m going to look through Andrew Anderton’s room. You come with me to the house, talk to the butler, and tell him he is to show you all about the premises. At least--no, you needn’t do that. I’ll tell him. His name is Ruggins. He was the person who found Mr. Anderton dead. Come on.” The taxicab in which Nick had come home was waiting in front of the house. In less than fifteen minutes it had carried Nick Carter and Chick to Andrew Anderton’s house, and both were inside. The taxicab went away. “Is Doctor Miles here?” was the detective’s first question, when Ruggins met him at the door. “No, sir. ’E waited till the coroner came, and then the doctor went, after showing ’im the body of Mr. Anderton.” “You mean, after showing the coroner?” “Yes, sir. Mr. Anderton ’as been taken out of the study, sir, and ’e’s lying on his own bed. The coroner ’ad that done. The inquest will be ’eld in the morning, sir.” “Very well. I’m going to the study. See that I’m not disturbed.” “Yes, sir.” “Oh, yes. Wait a moment. You know me, don’t you?” “Certainly, sir. You’re Mr. Carter, the detective--one of those gentlemen from Scotland Yard. I mean, the New York Scotland Yard.” “Well,” continued Nick, smiling slightly at Ruggins’ explanation. “This is Mr. Chickering Carter, my assistant. You will let him go where he wants to in the house, and you will show him anything he may ask to see. Also, answer his questions. We are trying to find the murderer of Mr. Anderton.” “I ’opes you’ll do it, sir,” was Ruggins’ fervent response, as Nick Carter went upstairs to the study. CHAPTER III. TRACING THE CRIME. When Nick Carter had closed and locked the door of the study, he went to the table and turned up the green-shaded student lamp on the table. There were electric-light fixtures in the room, but Anderton had always preferred the softer light of an oil lamp when he was at work, or to read by. The green shade kept the room in gloom except for the round space on the table illuminated by the lamp, and Nick switched on one of the incandescent lights.