Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 23: what you’re looking at

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—— —"! oS —aMG‘'N "You have cheek," interrupted one of the diners. "Oh, you be blowed!" said the gentleman named Porter. "The girl laughed at the idea of remaining in Providence. She said that she merely intended stopping there for the night, and that she was going to New York by the nine o’clock boat to-day." "If Rogers hears that you are interesting yourself in that girl, Porter, it will be pistols and coffee for two. By the way, what’s the divinity’s name?" "Alvarez. I think she is a Cuban, or South American, or something of that kind." Nick didn’t wait to hear any more. He hurriedly paid his bill and left the restaurant. It was now five o’clock. "T have just time to notify Chick," he said. In two minutes he was at the telegraph office, in the Parker House, writing the following dispatch to his faithful assistant: "Meet boat left Providence nine o’clock this morning. Observe handsome Cuban lady named Alvarez. Keep her within distance until you hear from me. "Nick." He then returned to his hotel and wrote a letter to Chick, directing him to shadow his woman, find out all about her, and, if possible, discover what her business was. Half an hour later he rang the bell at the Rogers mansion. 23 comicbooe S CO