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10uted the woman. ‘‘You all tried to murder me Saturday night because you _ knew I had learned your secret, and I es mean to be well paid for that. There - Shall be no sneaking away until I have been amply repaid for those days and _ nights of agony.”’ Adams’ reply was very long and low. _ The detective would have given a great ~ deal to have heard what the man was saying, but that was impossible. = “Oh, you tried it on him, too, did you, ta Ke escaped !’’ was the next thing Nick heard the woman say. ‘‘Well, it aaerved you right, and I’m glad of it.”’ ca am deat settles it,’’ thou ght Nick. ‘*The ~ boodle is hidden not far from this place, ; pt the woman wants her divvy! It may bet in Shs, Dasemiqnt for all I know. tt eats, ick was ‘thinking of leaving oa hiding place and playing a bold game until A@aie was safely under arrest, and the a basement prorched. when sone he We oA. al Sponcealed was ieuitracted of very isave Soak planks, and opened outward. as to this time he had kept it a trifle ; peder that he might see and hear. He on OW. Baempies t to Sethe it oa far _ found that he would not do it. ae: o he drew back to exert all his h upon vit, it was seid slammed . = nomen e% heard a chasp a over the staple and a pede < ad- NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 4 - e i ‘ = » cx 4 ee “ _ — ee ; a ' .- ~ | - - a pe s _— ” 7 | Bi ‘ m —— ‘ i ee ied > ® % - * f - wu r “4 Ld sd : ; "a — - _ - ; we P = —_— ‘ Isr WW kL ‘ ia > fs | é ‘ = 4 — rl — ~ +. 7 n fo > a ~ - wd - » a ae ao P al a 7 7 Ds —" '. —— M oe ee 4 | i \ - r : -25 — * * d 3 17 There was no way of escape except by means of the door. Besides being barricaded that was un- duubtedly guarded by at least two or three armed thieves, who would not hesi- tate an instant at taking his life. ‘Well,’ thought Nick, philosophical- ly, ‘‘I suppose I can stay here until Chick gets onto the racket and brings help.” A moment later the detective threw back his head and began to sniff vigor- ously. ‘’There’s a strange atmosphere here,” he muttered. yas.”? ‘Tt smells like ¢ An instant later there was no doubt as to the character of the overpowering odor. Nick hastily extinguished his light, and crept close to the floor. “They have cut a pipe somewhere,’’ he muttered; ‘‘and are filling the place with gas.’”’ could He knew that no human being live long in such a place, Pee. exerted all his tremendous strength upon the door. ‘‘T had rather die like a man,”’ he thought, ‘than be smothered here like a ware. 3* All his efforts were unavailing. Already his senses seemed to be leaving him. As he fell to the floor near the door he «Sm heard a mocking voice on the outside: “The bath was the sire This is the second!’ “My God!’ groaned — “while I am secure the n oney ome me fav The ot of el i . i, | =" “~ —_ it - . , - oy “ . a a P , ’ ; , = 4 i Z , oe = - i - 2 ep his is the Tast of the celebrated Nick isi o hiding jst o outside,” abe . “ e . & - : Sn al cell ° i sim othering here they will r S We: