Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 16: what you’re looking at

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a a + os; f. "T think you might send for the undertaker, and have the body placed in the coffin at once." Nick immediately walked in the direction of the telegraph office. Having arrived there, he sent the following telegram in usual cipher: "Mrs. Nicholas Carter, New York City: Send Ida to Philadelphia immediately. Tell her to stop at usual hotel. I will telegraph her instructions this evening." From here he walked slowly toward the cars, and was just about to board one bound for Boston, when he stopped and said: "T must see that doctor." He retraced his steps and entered the nearest drug store. "Can you tell me where Dr. Lord lives?" he inquired from the clerk. "Certainly, sir. Straight up the road opposite. I forget the number; but you cannot make a mistake, for you will see a brass plate, with his name, on the garden gate." "Thank you," said Nick. "But perhaps that is not the Dr. Lord I want." "It must be," said the clerk, laughing, "for he is the only Lord in Dorchester." 16 comicbooe S CO