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
“So I presently learned, though I did not think so at the time,” Clayton
replied. “One of the men in the car, the top of which was up and the
side curtains on, had alighted and was looking at one of the front
wheels. Two other men were getting out, and I inferred that they had met
with a mishap. The moment we stopped, however, some twenty feet from
them, all three approached my car, and one of them called me by name. I
then supposed him a friend, whom I did not immediately recognize.”
“Was it a dark evening?” Nick inquired.
“Not at all. It was bright starlight.”
“What followed?”
“The spokesman of the party did not wait for an answer,” Clayton
continued. “He drew a revolver and ordered me to get out of my car,
saying that I must go with him. At the same time another drew a gun and
held up my chauffeur.”
“What type of men were they?” Nick asked. “Did they appear to be
ruffians?”
“Quite the contrary. They were well dressed and appeared like gentlemen,
aside from their conduct. Each wore a full beard, however, and I at once
suspected that they were in disguise.”
“A very natural inference, Clayton, under the circumstances.”
“They meant business, all right, for my protest was immediately checked
with a more threatening command to get out of the car. I was told,
nevertheless, that I would not be harmed, robbed, nor subjected to any
serious inconvenience, providing I made no resistance. I was also told
that their only purpose was to detain me from this hotel for a short
time.”
“I follow you,” Nick nodded.
“Their spokesman, who did all of the talking, so informed Miss Langham
and Hazen,” Clayton proceeded. “He commanded them to return to the
hotel, and to state that I had left town for a few days. He warned them
against disclosing the truth and making a stir over my abduction. He
threatened, in case they did, that my life would be the forfeit. On the
other hand, he promised that I should be liberated and allowed to return
safely, if his instructions were rigidly obeyed.”
“Did you say anything to him except to protest against the outrage?”
“No. He wouldn’t permit it, and the interview lasted only a few moments.
I saw plainly that I had no alternative but to obey, however, and I
resolved to take the rascal on his word. I directed Hazen and Clara to
obey the scoundrel, therefore, and to take no steps for a few days, at
least.”
“I infer that they did so, since the outrage was not published.”
“Exactly. That was the reason.”
“You then went with the gang?”
“Yes. I had no alternative. Hazen was ordered to drive on with Miss
Langham, and the gang waited until my car had disappeared. I then was
commanded to get into the other, which I did, taking a seat between two
of the knaves in the tonneau.”
“Were there only three in the gang?”
“There was one other, the man who was driving the car.”
“Did he also wear a beard?”
“Yes.”
“All undoubtedly were in disguise,” said Nick.
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