Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 11: what you’re looking at

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a a + os} 1. "Exactly what I say. You must trust me with all your secrets, if I require to know them. Otherwise, you will never know how your father died." The young man became pale and flushed 1n turn. He seemed to be suffering from intense mental disturbance. But, at last, he regained his composure, and said: "I shall not conceal anything from you, Mr. Carter. But," he falteringly continued, "publicity must only be given to those matters that directly concern my father’s death." "Good!" said Nick. "And now, Mr. Rogers, let us be seated; for I have much to learn from you. Had your father ever suffered from any complaint that would need hypodermic injections?" Rogers looked at him in amazement and answered: "Yes. He complained of neuralgic rheumatism for some years." "And sought relief by injections of morphine, no doubt." "Yes, sir. Dr. Lord prescribed it." "Are you quite sure that he used only morphine?" "Certain." "Did he use the hypodermic syringe himself?" asked Nick. "No, sir." "Who gave him the injections?" 17 comicboolk CO