Nick Carter Stories No. 123, January 16, 1915: Half a million ransom; or, Nick Carter and the needy nine. — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Nick Carter Stories No. 123, January 16, 1915: Half a million ransom; or, Nick Carter and the needy nine.
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Nick Carter returned to his business office, where he found Chick and
Patsy awaiting him. He at once proceeded to tell them what he had
learned, in the meantime removing his disguise and displaying the
printed letter received by the elderly banker.
“Gee! it looks like a cinch, chief,” commented Patsy, after Nick had
concluded. “Kate Crandall has got in her work again, as sure as there’s
juice in a lemon.”
“Undoubtedly, Patsy, and I’ll wager that she will not slip through our
fingers as elusively as in the two previous cases,” Nick grimly
predicted. “It was her boast, you remember, that she was too clever to
be caught in the clutches of the law.”
“She will have slipped a cog this time, all right, if we can lay hands
on her.”
“That is what we should set about doing, Nick, it strikes me,” Chick
suggested. “We surely ought to be able to pick up her trail, or that of
the woman who pretended to faint and gave you the name of Margaret
Hanson.”
“That is precisely what we must do,” Nick agreed. “The two women were
confederates. They accomplished the abduction by means of that trick,
and the ease with which Kate Crandall could lure the Madden child away.
It’s long odds that they had a motor car, too, for they would not have
ventured undertaking to get away with her on foot. They must, in that
case, have had a chauffeur, so we can bank on at least one man in the
job, and very probably more.”
“That boy also must have been in it, chief, or he would not have
bolted,” added Patsy. “He would have waited to find out whether the
woman recovered, if he was on the level and really thought she had
fainted.”
“Very true, Patsy, and there is one probable fact of which we can take
advantage.”
“What’s that, chief?”
“The woman who fainted has auburn hair, the boy red hair,” said Nick.
“It’s a safe assumption, then, that they are mother and son.”
“Gee! that’s right, too.”
“And there are comparatively few red-headed women with a red-headed son
about ten years of age in greater New York, even,” Nick added.
“Inquiries at each of the precinct police stations, therefore, may
enable us to locate the couple. If they live in the city, which is
highly probable, some patrolman should be able to identify them.”
“Why not start me on that trail, chief?” said Patsy. “It looks good to
me.”
“That is what I intend doing,” Nick replied. “Take Danny and the touring
car and cover the ground as quickly as possible.”
“Trust me for that.”
“Telephone me immediately if you make any discovery,” Nick directed. “I
shall remain here until I receive a communication from David Mack.”
“You expect one to-day?” Chick questioned.
“I expect one at any moment. The crooks will not defer bringing their
scheme to a head. Delay would be dangerous, and they will hasten to get
in their work.”
“That does, indeed, seem probable,” Chick allowed.
“We will wait here, therefore, and learn what instructions Mack
receives. We then can determine what steps we may take to the best
advantage.”
“True.”