He found Tambourine Jack waiting for him, and, telling the youth to follow, the detective went through an alleyway that led to the courtyard, into which Elmer Greer had leaped. There he was, stretched on the cold stones, his pale face upturned. He was not dead--far from it. “You have got me at last,” he moaned, when Nick Carter bent over him. “I thought you were killed.” “I would have been, only I struck on some telegraph wires,” replied the fellow; “they broke my fall.” Nick raised him to his feet and Elmer uttered an exclamation of pain. “Any bones broken?” “Every one in my body, I think,” replied the arch rogue. “Take me to some hospital; I must have cut myself. I feel the blood trickling down my leg.” Tambourine Jack was sent to the nearest station house for an ambulance, and it soon arrived. Carter accompanied his prisoner. They went to the station house first, and then to the Hudson Street Hospital. An officer was detailed to watch the injured prisoner. Upon examining the patient, the surgeon on duty said that no bones had been broken. Elmer Greer kept moaning all the while, and this led the physician to believe the man was injured internally. Nick Carter was not to be taken in by shamming. He really believed that his prisoner had suffered nothing worse than a bad shaking up, but he was humane enough to give Greer the benefit of the doubt. The policeman who was to watch Elmer took a seat near the fellow’s cot. Before leaving, Nick handcuffed Greer to the iron bedstead. The detective left the prisoner’s bedside, and, as Greer thought, left the hospital. Nick Carter seated himself in a chair, at the rear of Elmer, who could not see him; although no motion of his escaped the detective. Soon a nun entered. It was not an unusual sight. She spoke kindly to several patients, and then seated herself at the side of Greer’s bed. The fellow seemed to start when she partly threw back her veil; and Nick drew his chair nearer his prisoner. The nun, who was dressed in the garb of a Sister of Charity, seemed to take more than usual interest in Elmer. She drew from her pocket a package of fruit, and gave him a suspicious-looking bundle, which he hid under the bedclothes. Nick smiled quietly to himself at this, and he laughed aloud when the nun leaned over the rascal’s couch. The detective was at her side in a second, and tore the veil and bonnet away. Louise Calhoun stood revealed. “So! my fine lady,” he said, “you have taken holy orders, I see.” “You fiend!” she exclaimed. Nick Carter darted around to the other side of the bed, and drew from its hiding place the package Greer had concealed. It contained two small files and a revolver. Louise attempted to leave the hospital ward, but was prevented by the detective. “I want you,” Nick said, as he caught her by the sleeve. “Let me pass,” she cried, “I have done nothing.”