Nick Carter Stories No. 157, September 11, 1915: A human counterfeit; or, Nick Carter and the crook's double.Carter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 157, September 11, 1915: A human counterfeit; or, Nick Carter and the crook's double.
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
NICK CARTER
STORIES
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=No 157.= NEW YORK, September 11, 1915. =Price Five Cents.=
A HUMAN COUNTERFEIT;
Or, NICK CARTER AND THE CROOK’S DOUBLE.
Edited by CHICKERING CARTER.
CHAPTER I.
WHY WAS IT DONE?
“Extraordinary--that doesn’t half express it. I know of no word that
would. To some extent, Nick, at least, men’s motives are usually
discernible in their conduct. But in this case--why, there was nothing
to it. It is utterly inexplicable. It was like a horrid dream, a hideous
nightmare, or the mental abnormalities of a dope fiend.”
Nick Carter laughed and spread his napkin, with a significant glance at
his chief assistant, Chick Carter, who sat at one side of the table,
that of a private dining room in a new and fashionable New York hotel.
“Well, Mr. Clayton, if the story you have to tell warrants so remarkable
a preface, it will be interesting, at least,” said the famous detective.
“Yes, Nick, and then some,” Chick agreed, smiling. “He so has aroused my
curiosity that I really am all ears.”
“I don’t think I shall disappoint you,” said their companion, more
gravely.
He was a fashionably clad man of thirty-five, of medium build and with
clean-cut, attractive cast of features, smoothly shaved. There was in
other respects nothing specially distinctive about him. He was the type
of well-bred, well-informed, and thorough business man with which New
York City abounds.
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