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_“Ttanight have been easy enough for }! Nick arter; almost any other man would Shave been killed. fi: = Nick soon left the office, followed by he admiring glances of the inspector, land took his way toward Jackman’s office n Wall, street. -“T wish to see Mr. Jackman on private | pasinength _he said to one of the clerks. ~~ Send in 1 your card,”’ said the clerk, J insolently. | ea “T never “carry cards. Please step into his roc 1 say that the man he was “with yesterday wants to see him on ) private business. ’? Phe _« ee sity turned away toward he priv - off oe parembhin ¢ about shab- ; y the most favors. Eo “tective was obliged: to ‘tied cigitags in t the e-outer JOORR- ame gee a very clos ein | ere for no o q ther pur- a was in search of 2 tall, slim, well- “dressed young fellow, with black hair oe eyes, cre a small black mustache, nad ee ver} —* \, . ; = ’ _ -i a f i iy | 4s i it = - < had done his best to | len 2 the tities shumedid. | gee. mer Saree sibs e seamp ats “there in the - He’s a nervy chap. So far as he ance I’m his confederate in crime—the } e identified at the bank—uasking to ny hover in private, still he never a trok oF the. pen. <A decided!) | ! Im look out for him.’ * — * € office. : ad Fa a — * ot ead ———— - > ee ’ al ~ . ——. 4 . = = NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 13 for a few thought, the knew as much about buying lottery tickets as he does about free lunches.’’ ‘‘Say, Adams,’’ giggled a third, ‘Show much do you suppose that nose cost him ?”? ‘I’m not making estimates on noses just now,’’? was the impatient reply, ‘Cand, what’s more, I’m not sticking what little nose I have into other people’s busi- ness. 1’m going cut to lunch.” Nick whispered a few words in the banker’s ear, and in a moment the latter stood beside his clerk. ‘You may have to take Wilson’s place | days,’’? he said. ‘*Don’t go out until I see sie again. Send a messenger to my rooms.’ The messenger went in and came out again. See The detective ea the banker talked on indifferent subjects. Adams, in the outer office, grew nerv- ous, and lit one cigar after another, only to take a few whiffs of each. Nick watched him from the private office. came ‘“‘Are you going to arrest him on that 4 pale sage 772 short, of the <description yh Ss | The -banker’s voice trembled as he asked the question. “Certainly not. I°ll give.him all the rope there is. I want to find where the money and bonds are hidden.”’ | “Well?” tae ‘OUR of aaiceiale him. ‘S tbe ole Jpedns ] » i j * r i | a ‘ a J ae | | ; 1 | i ' = al = : , ” ——_ ; - ~~ = & ’ . = = =a _ a , * ' _ ® -_ a ‘ j * , ee r} . / %. : fl = ih es = a a a" . i ‘ - , a : ct 4 , = H , | % ¥ ; ” ina " ai a j i 4 = at t — ra - : ¥ : t ™ ‘ * _ * - ¢ “a =. ~~ < a” 2 te : o P ‘ \ - t i a