Transcriber's Notes:

The original spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have been retained, with the exception of apparent typographical errors which have been corrected.

For convenience, a table of contents, which is not present in the original, has been included.



CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. A DOUBTFULL CLIENT [5]
II. MR. SNELL IN TROUBLE [15]
III. A GAME OF WATCHING [26]
IV. PATSY’S DANCING LESSON [42]
V. CAUGHT IN THE HILLS [53]
VI. PATSY IS FORCED TO SLEEP [62]
VII. THE MYSTERY OF GEORGE SNELL [76]
VIII. THE RANSOM [91]
IX. A CALL TO COLORADO [104]
X. WAITING FOR NICK CARTER [118]
XI. A SUSPECT AND AN ALIBI [132]
XII. THE JOURNEY TO HANK LOW’S [146]
XIII. AN ARREST [156]
XIV. SNAPPED [172]
XV. DADDY DREW’S DIVE [183]
XVI. HANK LOW’S LUCK [194]

NICK CARTER STORIES

New Magnet Library

Not a Dull Book in This List

ALL BY NICHOLAS CARTER

Nick Carter stands for an interesting detective story. The fact that the books in this line are so uniformly good is entirely due to the work of a specialist. The man who wrote these stories produced no other type of fiction. His mind was concentrated upon the creation of new plots and situations in which his hero emerged triumphantly from all sorts of troubles and landed the criminal just where he should be—behind the bars.

The author of these stories knew more about writing detective stories than any other single person.

Following is a list of the best Nick Carter stories. They have been selected with extreme care, and we unhesitatingly recommend each of them as being fully as interesting as any detective story between cloth covers which sells at ten times the price.

If you do not know Nick Carter, buy a copy of any of the New Magnet Library books, and get acquainted. He will surprise and delight you.

ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT
850—Wanted: A Clew851—A Tangled Skein
852—The Bullion Mystery853—The Man of Riddles
854—A Miscarriage of Justice855—The Gloved Hand
856—Spoilers and the Spoils857—The Deeper Game
858—Bolts from Blue Skies859—Unseen Foes
860—Knaves in High Places861—The Microbe of Crime
862—In the Toils of Fear863—A Heritage of Trouble
864—Called to Account865—The Just and the Unjust
866—Instinct at Fault867—A Rogue Worth Trapping
868—A Rope of Slender Threads869—The Last Call
870—The Spoils of Chance871—A Struggle with Destiny
872—The Slave of Crime873—The Crook’s Blind
874—A Rascal of Quality875—With Shackles of Fire
876—The Man Who Changed Faces877—The Fixed Alibi
878—Out with the Tide879—The Soul Destroyers
880—The Wages of Rascality881—Birds of Prey
882—When Destruction Threatens883—The Keeper of Black Hounds
884—The Door of Doubt885—The Wolf Within
886—A Perilous Parole887—The Trail of the Finger Prints
888—Dodging the Law889—A Crime in Paradise
890—On the Ragged Edge891—The Red God of Tragedy
892—The Man Who Paid893—The Blind Man’s Daughter
894—One Object in Life895—As a Crook Sows
896—In Record Time897—Held in Suspense
898—The $100,000 Kiss899—Just One Slip
900—On a Million-dollar Trail901—A Weird Treasure
902—The Middle Link903—To the Ends of the Earth
904—When Honors Pall905—The Yellow Brand
906—A New Serpent in Eden907—When Brave Men Tremble
908—A Test of Courage909—Where Peril Beckons
910—The Garoni Girdle911—Rascals & Co.
912—Too Late to Talk913—Satan’s Apt Pupil
914—The Girl Prisoner915—The Danger of Folly
916—One Shipwreck Too Many917—Scourged by Fear
918—The Red Plague919—Scoundrels Rampant
920—From Clew to Clew921—When Rogues Conspire
922—Twelve in a Grave923—The Great Opium Case
924—A Conspiracy of Rumors925—A Klondike Claim
926—The Evil Formula927—The Man of Many Faces
928—The Great Enigma929—The Burden of Proof
930—The Stolen Brain931—A Titled Counterfeiter
932—The Magic Necklace933—’Round the World for a Quarter
934—Over the Edge of the World935—In the Grip of Fate
936—The Case of Many Clews937—The Sealed Door
938—Nick Carter and the Green Goods Men939—The Man Without a Will
940—Tracked Across the Atlantic941—A Clew from the Unknown
942—The Crime of a Countess943—A Mixed up Mess
944—The Great Money-order Swindle945—The Adder’s Brood
946—A Wall Street Haul947—For a Pawned Crown
948—Sealed Orders949—The Hate that Kills
950—The American Marquis951—The Needy Nine
952—Fighting Against Millions953—Outlaws of the Blue
954—The Old Detective’s Pupil955—Found in the Jungle
956—The Mysterious Mail Robbery957—Broken Bars
958—A Fair Criminal959—Won by Magic
960—The Piano Box Mystery961—The Man They Held Back
962—A Millionaire Partner963—A Pressing Peril
964—An Australian Klondike965—The Sultan’s Pearls
966—The Double Shuffle Club967—Paying the Price
968—A Woman’s Hand969—A Network of Crime
970—At Thompson’s Ranch971—The Crossed Needles
972—The Diamond Mine Case973—Blood Will Tell
974—An Accidental Password975—The Crook’s Double
976—Two Plus Two977—The Yellow Label
978—The Clever Celestial979—The Amphitheater Plot
980—Gideon Drexel’s Millions981—Death in Life
982—A Stolen Identity983—Evidence by Telephone
984—The Twelve Tin Boxes985—Clew Against Clew
986—Lady Velvet987—Playing a Bold Game
988—A Dead Man’s Grip989—Snarled Identities
990—A Deposit Vault Puzzle991—The Crescent Brotherhood
992—The Stolen Pay Train993—The Sea Fox
994—Wanted by Two Clients995—The Van Alstine Case
996—Check No. 777997—Partners in Peril
998—Nick Carter’s Clever Protégé999—The Sign of the Crossed Knives
1000—The Man Who Vanished1001—A Battle for the Right
1002—A Game of Craft1003—Nick Carter’s Retainer
1004—Caught in the Toils1005—A Broken Bond
1006—The Crime of the French Café1007—The Man Who Stole Millions
1008—The Twelve Wise Men1009—Hidden Foes
1010—A Gamblers’ Syndicate1011—A Chance Discovery
1012—Among the Counterfeiters1013—A Threefold Disappearance
1014—At Odds with Scotland Yard1015—A Princess of Crime
1016—Found on the Beach1017—A Spinner of Death
1018—The Detective’s Pretty Neighbor1019—A Bogus Clew
1020—The Puzzle of Five Pistols1021—The Secret of the Marble Mantle
1022—A Bite of an Apple1023—A Triple Crime
1024—The Stolen Race Horse1025—Wildfire
1026—A Herald Personal1027—The Finger of Suspicion
1028—The Crimson Clew1029—Nick Carter Down East
1030—The Chain of Clews1031—A Victim of Circumstances
1032—Brought to Bay1033—The Dynamite Trap
1034—A Scrap of Black Lace1035—The Woman of Evil
1036—A Legacy of Hate1037—A Trusted Rogue
1038—Man Against Man1039—The Demons of the Night
1040—The Brotherhood of Death1041—At the Knife’s Point
1042—A Cry for Help1043—A Stroke of Policy
1044—Hounded to Death1045—A Bargain in Crime
1046—The Fatal Prescription1047—The Man of Iron
1048—An Amazing Scoundrel1049—The Chain of Evidence
1050—Paid with Death1051—A Fight for a Throne
1052—The Woman of Steel1053—The Seal of Death
1054—The Human Fiend1055—A Desperate Chance
1056—A Chase in the Dark1057—The Snare and the Game
1058—The Murray Hill Mystery1059—Nick Carter’s Close Call
1060—The Missing Cotton King1061—A Game of Plots
1062—The Prince of Liars1063—The Man at the Window
1064—The Red League1065—The Price of a Secret
1066—The Worst Case on Record1067—From Peril to Peril
1068—The Seal of Silence1069—Nick Carter’s Chinese Puzzle
1070—A Blackmailer’s Bluff1071—Heard in the Dark
1072—A Checkmated Scoundrel1073—The Cashier’s Secret
1074—Behind a Mask1075—The Cloak of Guilt
1076—Two Villains in One1077—The Hot Air Clew
1078—Run to Earth1079—The Certified Check
1080—Weaving the Web1081—Beyond Pursuit
1082—The Claws of the Tiger1083—Driven from Cover
1084—A Deal in Diamonds1085—The Wizard of the Cue
1086—A Race for Ten Thousand1087—The Criminal Link
1088—The Red Signal1089—The Secret Panel
1090—A Bonded Villain1091—A Move in the Dark
1092—Against Desperate Odds1093—The Telltale Photographs
1094—The Ruby Pin1095—The Queen of Diamonds
1096—A Broken Trail1097—An Ingenious Stratagem
1098—A Sharper’s Downfall1099—A Race Track Gamble
1100—Without a Clew1101—The Council of Death
1102—The Hole in the Vault1103—In Death’s Grip
1104—A Great Conspiracy1105—The Guilty Governor
1106—A Ring of Rascals1107—A Masterpiece of Crime
1108—A Blow for Vengeance1109—Tangled Threads
1110—The Crime of the Camera1111—The Sign of the Dagger
1112—Nick Carter’s Promise1113—Marked for Death
1114—The Limited Holdup1115—When the Trap Was Sprung
1116—Through the Cellar Wall1117—Under the Tiger’s Claws
1118—The Girl in the Case1119—Behind a Throne
1120—The Lure of Gold1121—Hand to Hand
1122—From a Prison Cell1123—Dr. Quartz, Magician
1124—Into Nick Carter’s Web1125—The Mystic Diagram
1126—The Hand that Won1127—Playing a Lone Hand
1128—The Master Villain1129—The False Claimant
1130—The Living Mask1131—The Crime and the Motive
1132—A Mysterious Foe1133—A Missing Man
1134—A Game Well Played1135—A Cigarette Clew
1136—The Diamond Trail1137—The Silent Guardian
1138—The Dead Stranger1140—The Doctor’s Stratagem
1141—Following a Chance Clew1142—The Bank Draft Puzzle
1143—The Price of Treachery1144—The Silent Partner
1145—Ahead of the Game1146—A Trap of Tangled Wire
1147—In the Gloom of Night1148—The Unaccountable Crook
1149—A Bundle of Clews1150—The Great Diamond Syndicate
1151—The Death Circle1152—The Toss of a Penny
1153—One Step Too Far1154—The Terrible Thirteen
1155—A Detective’s Theory1156—Nick Carter’s Auto Trail
1157—A Triple Identity1158—A Mysterious Graft
1159—A Carnival of Crime1160—The Bloodstone Terror
1161—Trapped in His Own Net1162—The Last Move in the Game
1163—A Victim of Deceit1164—With Links of Steel
1165—A Plaything of Fate1166—The Key Ring Clew
1167—Playing for a Fortune1168—At Mystery’s Threshold
1169—Trapped by a Woman1170—The Four Fingered Glove
1171—Nabob and Knave1172—The Broadway Cross
1173—The Man Without a Conscience1174—A Master of Deviltry
1175—Nick Carter’s Double Catch1176—Doctor Quartz’s Quick Move
1177—The Vial of Death1178—Nick Carter’s Star Pupils
1179—Nick Carter’s Girl Detective1180—A Baffled Oath
1181—A Royal Thief1182—Down and Out
1183—A Syndicate of Rascals1184—Played to a Finish
1185—A Tangled Case1186—In Letters of Fire
1187—Crossed Wires1188—A Plot Uncovered
1189—The Cab Driver’s Secret1190—Nick Carter’s Death Warrant
1191—The Plot that Failed1192—Nick Carter’s Masterpiece
1193—A Prince of Rogues1194—In the Lap of Danger
1195—The Man from London1196—Circumstantial Evidence
1197—The Pretty Stenographer Mystery1198—A Villainous Scheme
1199—A Plot Within a Plot1200—The Elevated Railroad Mystery
1201—The Blow of a Hammer1202—The Twin Mystery
1203—The Bottle with the Black Label1204—Under False Colors
1205—A Ring of Dust1206—The Crown Diamond
1207—The Blood-red Badge1208—The Barrel Mystery
1209—The Photographer’s Evidence1210—Millions at Stake
1211—The Man and his Price1212—A Double-Handed Game

In order that there may be no confusion, we desire to say that the books listed below will be issued during the respective months in New York City and vicinity. They may not reach the readers at a distance promptly, on account of delays in transportation.

To be published in July, 1927.
1213—A Strike for Freedom1214—A Disciple of Satan
To be published in Aug., 1927.
1215—The Marked Hand1216—A Fight with a Fiend
1217—When the Wicked Prosper
To be published in Sept., 1927.
1218—A Plunge into Crime1219—An Artful Schemer
To be published in Oct., 1927.
1220—Reaping the Whirlwind1221—Out of Crime’s Depths
To be published in Nov., 1927.
1222—A Woman at Bay1223—The Temple of Vice
To be published in Dec., 1927.
1224—Death at the Feast1225—A Double Plot

The Photographer’s Evidence

OR

CLEVER BUT CROOKED

BY

NICHOLAS CARTER

Author of “The Barrel Mystery,” “The Blood-red Badge,” “The Crown Diamond,” etc.

STREET & SMITH CORPORATION
PUBLISHERS
79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York


Copyright, 1902-1903
By STREET & SMITH


The Photographer’s Evidence

All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian.

Printed in the U.S.A.


THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S EVIDENCE.

CHAPTER I.
A DOUBTFUL CLIENT.

“Mr. Carter, can I trust you?”

It was in the great detective’s own house that this question was asked.

“Well,” was Nick’s quiet answer, “if you had any doubt on that matter, why did you come to me?”

His caller looked nervously at the floor.

“There’s no use in talking to me,” Nick went on, “unless you do trust me. A detective can do nothing for a client who does not give him his confidence absolutely.”

“Of course,” the other assented; “I did not mean to offend you.”

“You haven’t offended me.”

“I am so disturbed by it, you see. So much depends on secrecy. It is so terribly important that I found it difficult to make up my mind to consult anybody on the matter; and yet I know by your reputation that you are a perfectly trustworthy man. There is nobody in the States more so.”

While the man was speaking Nick was studying him.

In fact, the detective had been doing that from the moment the man entered.

He was apparently about fifty years old; a well-dressed, prosperous-looking man, who might be a merchant, or a lawyer, or a banker.

Nick did no guessing. The man might be anything else. He had given his name as George Snell, but he had not sent in his card, and he had not said where he belonged.

Word had simply been taken to Nick by a servant that a Mr. George Snell wanted to see him on “most important business.”

“He isn’t an American,” was Nick’s only conclusion from what had been said thus far. “An American would not have spoken simply of ‘the States,’ as he did.”

There had been a pause after the caller’s last remarks.

“Well,” he exclaimed then, “I’m not coming more than two-thirds of the way across the continent for nothing. I set out to consult you, and I will do so.”

“That’s better,” said the detective; and, willing to help him tell his story, he asked: “What kind of a case is it, Mr. Snell?”

“I suppose you’d call it kidnaping; but there’s robbery combined with it, and—and also—also blackmail.”

Mr. Snell hesitated and stammered a little at the end of this speech.

Nick merely nodded.

“To begin with,” continued Mr. Snell, “I come from Wenonah. You may not be aware that the Government of England has made a large section of Western British America into a province and called it Wenonah.”

“Yes,” said Nick, “I am aware of that.”

“You are a well-informed man. Few Americans would know the fact, for the province is so young that it isn’t down on the maps yet. You know, also, I suppose, that the capital of the province is a town called Manchester?”

“Yes.”

“That is where the crime was committed. It happened a month ago. The governor of the province, Bradley is his name, gave a party at his house. All the prominent families of the town and country around attended. There was dancing till a late hour.

“Then, when the guests were going away, it was discovered that the governor’s daughter, Estelle, was missing. She has not been seen since.”

“How old is the child?” asked Nick.

“Child?” echoed Mr. Snell, in apparent astonishment. Then he seemed to understand, and added: “It is natural that you should use that word, but the girl is twenty.”

“Oh!”

“She’s the governor’s only daughter, and heiress, therefore, to his property, which is very great.”

“Has nothing been heard from her?”

“Indirectly, yes. Her captors have offered to restore her for a ransom.”

“Has there been any attempt to deal with her captors?”

“Yes, but nothing has come of it. There is doubt now whether she is really in the hands of kidnapers.”

“Ah! what then?”

“I haven’t told you the whole story, Mr. Carter.”

“Go on, then.”

“The day after she disappeared it was found that a considerable amount of jewelry had gone also.”

“Did she wear it at the ball?”

“Some of it, most of it, in fact. But that was not all. There were also missing certain State papers and some private documents belonging to the governor. These are extremely important. They must be recovered at any cost.”

“Are they more important than the recovery of Miss Bradley, Mr. Snell?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that, but they complicate the case badly. An offer has been made to restore them.”

“And the girl?”

“No. That is, there was one offer to restore the girl and another to deal for the return of the papers and jewelry. There seems to be a double gang of villains at work.”

“Possibly. What about the blackmail you mentioned?”

“That,” answered Mr. Snell, hesitating, “has to do with the stolen papers.”

“Something shady in the governor’s past?”

Mr. Snell looked at the floor.

“I wouldn’t like to say,” he replied. “Some people might think so.”

“Evidently the robbers do think so, eh?”

“Yes, for they put a big price on the papers.”

“I suppose the matter has been investigated by the police of Manchester?”

“No.”

“Then how did you communicate with the robbers?”

“I didn’t say that I had communicated with the robbers!” exclaimed Mr. Snell, hastily.

“No, but I supposed it was you. Never mind that for a moment. Tell me more about the disappearance of Miss Bradley.”

“There isn’t much that I can tell. She must have left the house soon after midnight, but she wasn’t missed till three hours or more later.”

“Was she engaged to be married?”

Snell looked sharply at the detective.

“You’re a keen one,” he said. “No, she wasn’t engaged, and that is another complication.

“Well, it is known that she was in love with a young fellow who wasn’t liked by her father. Naturally he wasn’t at the ball. It is thought possible that she eloped with him, and that the offer of the robbers to restore her was a bluff.”

“Was her lover a rich man?”

“Decidedly not.”

“Then you think she may have taken the jewelry to sell for her own use.”

“It’s possible, yes. I’ve thought of it.”

“And that the robbery of the papers simply happened to come at the same time.”

“That might be.”

“Has Miss Bradley’s lover been seen since she disappeared?”

“Yes.”

“What does he say?”

“Nothing.”

“Indeed! I should suppose he would say a good deal.”

“He goes about his business as usual, but he is under constant watch. It’s plain enough that there is something on his mind.”

“I should think there might be, in any case. What is his name?”

“Cecil West.”

“And what is your relation to the affair, Mr. Snell?”

The visitor seemed startled.

“My relation to it?” he echoed.

“Certainly. Do you come here as the representative of Governor Bradley?”

“Oh, no! not at all! the governor didn’t send me.”

“Who did, then?”

Snell looked uncomfortable.

“Do you need an answer to that?” he asked.

“Of course I do. I must know whom I am dealing with.”

“But I gave my name——”

“It is not enough.”

The detective spoke rather sharply.

Mr. Snell hesitated and then said:

“Mr. Carter, I cannot see why I should be dragged into the matter at all——”

“But,” interrupted Nick, coldly, “nobody has dragged you that I am aware of. I certainly didn’t.”

“You are trying to do so now, Mr. Carter.”

Nick arose.

“There is no need that we should talk longer,” he said.

Snell also stood up, and he looked very much troubled.

“I see that I have offended you,” he said. “I didn’t mean to. You see, Mr. Carter, a great scandal might come of this. It is very important that there should be none. The governor’s position might be lost——”

“At this moment,” said Nick, “I care nothing for the governor’s position. You have given me some facts in a case that might be interesting, but I don’t propose to tackle it unless I know what I am about.”

“We want you to look for the girl and the stolen papers.”

“Who are we?”

Snell hung his head.

“Excuse me a moment,” said Nick; then: “I think I heard the telephone ring. When I return I hope you will have made up your mind to trust me. If you haven’t we can’t do business.”

He bowed and left the room, but he did not go to the telephone.

Instead he went to a room where Patsy, one of his assistants, was reading and gave him a few rapid instructions.

Then he wrote a telegram and sent it to the nearest office by a servant.

Patsy got his hat and went downstairs.

“Now, Mr. Snell,” said Nick, when he returned, “are you ready to tell me what I want to know?”

“I can only say that I want you to act in behalf of the governor.”

“Does he know that you came to New York to ask this?”

Snell did not answer.

“We are wasting each other’s time,” said Nick.

Snell made a last appeal.

“I may be doing wrong,” he said, “but I beg you to look into this matter. You can’t help seeing how important it is.”

“Well,” replied Nick, “usually I have nothing to do with a case where any facts are concealed from me——”

“I am concealing no facts.”

“Pardon me, you refuse to answer one of the first questions a detective would ask. I was going to say, Mr. Snell, give me a few hours to think it over and come again. Will you call to-morrow morning?”

“I will.”

“Very well, till then.”

The detective went with his visitor to the door.

Mr. Snell said “good-evening,” politely, and started down the street.

A short distance behind him went Patsy.


CHAPTER II.
MR. SNELL IN TROUBLE.

Nick had not taken time to tell Patsy very much about Snell.

“There’s something up,” he said to his assistant. “I have no idea what it is, but I want you to shadow this man and see what becomes of him.”

“Do you think he’s a crook?” asked the young man.

“Not yet. He may be. If so, it won’t be the first time that a crook has tried to throw me off the track by calling on me. I simply feel that there’s something queer in this, and I’d like to find out about it. So I shall ask this man to call again unless he makes up his mind to tell me all the facts.”

Snell refused to tell all the facts, and so Patsy slipped out after him.

He had not gone far from the house when the young detective became convinced that another man also was following Snell.

This made his work very difficult, for he had to look sharp against betraying himself not only to Snell, but the other man.

Snell went into a drug store and bought a cigar.

The man who seemed to be following him loafed on the opposite corner.

Patsy turned down a street, and dropped into a doorway, where he made a swift change in his appearance.

He was at Snell’s heels again when the man from Wenonah went on.

The other man seemed to have disappeared.

“I was mistaken,” thought Patsy, “or the second chap is a better shadow than I am.”

For some blocks he kept up his chase, never losing sight of Snell, and seeing nothing more of the other.

Meantime Snell was apparently wandering around aimlessly.

He would stop at a corner and wait a full minute before he made up his mind which way to go.

Often he changed his direction.

In this way he got into a neighborhood which was very quiet in the evening.

Part way down a block he stopped suddenly, stood still for a moment and then went close to a building.

He was then in such deep shadow that Patsy could not see him.

“Somebody spoke to him,” reasoned the detective.

He went cautiously closer, and before he could see anybody he heard the sounds of voices in conversation.

What they said it was impossible to make out.

The detective dared not get close enough than that for fear of attracting the attention of the men.

There seemed to be two of them.

Presently he heard one voice say:

“I won’t do it.”

One of the men started away.

“It will be the worse for you, then,” growled the other.

The first man hastened his steps.

As he came from the shadow, Patsy saw that it was Snell.

The other man was darting after him on tiptoe.

He had one arm drawn back.

“Great Scott!” thought Patsy, “he means murder!”

He gave up trying to conceal his actions then.

Running forward as fast as possible, he shouted:

“Look out!”

Snell turned quickly.

The other man was close to him, and let his hand fall.

With a great leap Patsy was up to him just in time to catch his arm.

But it was too late to stop the blow entirely.

A slungshot in the man’s hand slipped from it and struck Snell a glancing blow on the head.

“Ah!” he cried, and staggered.

Patsy dashed to assist him, and caught hold of him in time to prevent him from falling against an iron fence, which probably would have broken his head.

The would-be murderer was dashing down the street.

Patsy could not be in two places at once.

He wanted to chase the unknown criminal, but his first business was with Snell.

This was not only because Nick had sent him out to shadow Snell, but because the man seemed to be badly injured.

He was groaning and trembling so that he would have fallen if the detective had not held him up.

“Better sit down a minute,” Patsy suggested, “and let me see if there’s anything serious the matter.”

Snell sank to a doorstep, and Patsy made a quick examination of his head.

“That was a nasty blow,” he said, “but I think your skull is sound. Aren’t you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Snell replied, “I am. I was more frightened than hurt, perhaps. I am greatly obliged to you.”

“Don’t mention it. Let me help you to your house. Do you live near?”

Snell laughed a little.

“Near!” he repeated, “I should say not.”

“Will you have a cab called to take you home?” asked Patsy.

Again Snell laughed.

“It would be too long a journey,” he said. “I am a stranger in New York, and I am staying at the Fifth Avenue. That isn’t very far away, I believe.”

“No, and you can get a car at the next block, if you want to.”

“I’d rather walk.”

He got up, and Patsy held his arm till they came to the corner.

“I don’t suppose your friend will tackle you again,” said the detective, then: “but I haven’t anything to do, and if you like I’ll walk with you to the hotel.”

“You are very kind,” Snell responded; “suppose you do. I confess that I am very nervous.”

“He had it in for you, I suppose,” remarked Patsy.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to speak to this policeman about it?”

An officer was approaching.

“No! no!” exclaimed Snell, hastily; “I have my reasons for keeping the matter quiet. Don’t for Heaven’s sake, say a word.”

“All right. It’s no business of mine, but if any fellow had thumped me like that I should want him put where he couldn’t try it again.”

“I don’t think he will try it again; at least, not in New York. I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Just as you say, sir. Want to stop in at a drug store and get your head bathed with arnica?”

“That would be a good idea.”

They entered the next drug store they came to, where it proved that Snell had suffered nothing more than a painful bruise.

After that they went on to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

“I am very much obliged to you,” said Snell, halting in the doorway.

“Don’t mention it,” Patsy responded.

“Will you come in and have something?”

He looked as if he hoped Patsy would say no, but the detective was glad of any excuse to stick to him.

“Yes,” said Patsy, “don’t care if I do.”

Snell nodded silently, and led the way into the hotel.

As they were passing the desk the clerk spoke to him.

“Mr. Snell,” he said, “there’s a telegram here for you.”

“Excuse me,” said Snell to Patsy, going quickly to the desk.

He took the envelope handed to him, and opened it with trembling fingers.

When he had read the message he crumpled the paper in his hand and frowned.

After a moment of thought, he turned to Patsy, saying, “Excuse me” again, and went with him to the barroom.

Snell poured himself a stiff drink of whiskey.

“Once more,” he said, raising his glass, “I thank you for coming to my rescue. Honestly, I believe I should be a dead man this minute if you hadn’t. Here’s your health.”

“Thanks,” responded Patsy.

“Now,” continued Snell, “I don’t like to leave a man who has saved my life, in this abrupt way, but I’ve got to. This telegram calls me out of town, and I must lose no time in getting ready. Won’t you leave me your name and address?”

“Why,” answered Patsy, “I’ll give you my name if you want it, and address, too, but it isn’t likely that we shall meet again if you don’t live in New York. My name is James Callahan,” and he gave an address that the detectives sometimes used.

It was a place where any letters that came to strange names were promptly taken to Nick’s house.

Snell made a note of the address.

“My name is Snell,” he said, “and I hope we shall meet again, Mr. Callahan. I must say good-by now.”

They shook hands and Snell went to the elevator.

“I wish he had dropped that telegram,” thought the detective.

He looked at the clock. It was an hour and a half to midnight. If Snell meant to leave town at once he could hardly hope to do so until midnight, for that was the hour at which through trains started from most stations.

There was time to make a report to Nick and get back again if that should be necessary.

Accordingly Patsy hurried to Nick’s house, and told his chief what had happened.

Nick looked very thoughtful.

“I had about decided that the man is crazy,” he said. “I sent a telegram to the chief of police at Manchester, asking if he knew of any robbery of jewels, State papers, or anything else of great importance within a month. I also asked if there had been a mysterious disappearance within the same time, and if he knew who George Snell was. Here’s his answer, received five minutes ago.”

He handed a telegram to Patsy.

It read:

“Nothing doing in crime here. Never heard of George Snell. No man of that name lives here.

“Dinsmore.”

“Dinsmore,” said Nick, “is the chief at Manchester now. He used to be on the New York force, and I know him well. Now, if there has been a serious crime at Manchester, two thousand miles away, isn’t it strange that I should hear of it in New York before it is known there?”

“It beats me,” said Patsy.

“And it looks as if Snell was the chief crook in the matter,” added Nick. “But, if he is, I can’t see what he’s driving at. After getting this telegram I thought he was crazy, that he imagined a crime had been committed, and I didn’t mean to have anything more to do with the matter.

“Now I am interested. What you have told me shows that there’s something up, something very mysterious.

“I think we’d better keep our eyes on it, Patsy.”

“Well?”

“Go back to the hotel and get on Snell’s track. Follow him across the continent if necessary, and keep me posted.”

“All right, boss.”

“Better take a cab. Leave your grip in it until you know what station Snell is going to. Then stick to him like a burr. There may be more attempts against his life.”

Patsy was gone in a minute.

When his cab halted at the Fifth Avenue he did not leave it, for he saw Snell coming out.

The man got into a hotel carriage, and told the driver to take him to the Pennsylvania Railroad station.

This was done, and, of course, Patsy followed.

Snell bought a ticket for Chicago, and Patsy, who stood close behind him at the window, did the same.

They were almost side by side as they went to the ferry-boat, Patsy, of course, so disguised that Snell did not recognize him.

Snell went to the forward end of the boat and stood near the rail.

The detective sat down in the men’s cabin.

Hardly had he taken his seat when a man came aboard whom he had seen before.