Nick Carter Stories No. 154, August 21, 1915: The mask of death; or, Nick Carter's curious case.Carter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 154, August 21, 1915: The mask of death; or, Nick Carter's curious case.
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
“Are you sure the door was closed and locked when you went out?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Who occupies the floor below?”
“Madame Denise, a fashionable milliner. Her rooms were open when we
returned. Several girls were busy in the workroom. Madame Denise was in
her display room in the front of the house. The door has a large
plate-glass panel and is within a few feet of the street door.”
“You have questioned her, I infer?” Nick put in.
“Yes, certainly. I went down and questioned her after telephoning to
you. She had only a few customers this evening, but was in the front
room all the while. She is positive that no persons have visited these
rooms, or left them, by means of the stairs and the street door. Such a
quantity of plunder could not possibly have been taken out that way
without her observing it.”
“Is there a rear door from the house?” Nick inquired.
“Yes,” Gordon quickly nodded. “It leads to a small paved area between
the back of this and the adjoining dwelling and the side wall of the
Carroll Building. I have learned positively, however, that no persons
have been in or out of the rear door.”
“From whom?”
“From the janitor. He is thoroughly trustworthy. He lives in a rear room
on the ground floor. He has been there all of the evening, and the door
of his room has not been closed. No person could have passed through the
hall without his having seen or heard him. He is absolutely sure there
have been no intruders.”
“By Jove, it does appear a bit mysterious,” Chick remarked.
“Plainly enough the plunder must have been taken out in some direction,”
Nick replied. “Who occupies the upper floor of the house?”
“Victor Gilbert, the well-known photographer. He is the only tenant on
that floor. His integrity is beyond question.”
“Very true,” Nick allowed. “I know him personally.”
“His rooms were closed at six o’clock and have not since been occupied,
so far as I can learn,” Gordon went on. “I have telephoned to him,
telling him of the robbery, and he now is on his way here, that we may
visit his rooms. It does not seem possible, however, that the robbery
can have been committed from above.”
“Nor from below, Arthur, if all you have stated is correct,” Nick said,
a bit dryly. “Is it possible to reach the back windows of this apartment
from those of the Carroll Building?”
“No, no; it is quite impossible,” Gordon protested. “The distance is
more than twenty feet. Besides, Nick, there is no evidence that the
windows of this flat have been opened. All of them were securely locked
and----”
“I will inspect them presently,” Nick interrupted. “It is very evident,
at least, that robbers have been here, and I know their knavery was not
accomplished by any supernatural means. Who knew of Mr. Strickland’s
intention to dine with you and be absent from his apartments this
evening?”
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