Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 30: what you’re looking at

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se He seemed to be buried in deep thought. At length he looked intently at Rogers and said: "Have you anything more to say, Mr. Rogers?" "Nothing that I can think of." "Very well. I shall now bid you good-night. I shall call upon you again to-morrow, and remember, silence 1s a necessity." "The funeral takes place to-morrow morning at ten o’clock, Mr. Carter, but I shall be home again about two." "T shall call after that hour. Good-night, Mr. Rogers." When he had got a little away from the house, Nick stopped and looked back. "I wish the moon would come out," he muttered. "I should like to explore the road between here and the next railway station." At that instant his sharp ears detected a soft footfall in the snow behind him. He turned suddenly. That movement undoubtedly saved his life. By the dim light that came from one of the windows of the house, he saw, outlined against the snow, the form of a man, who, with uplifted hand, was about to plunge a knife into his back. 30 comicbooe S CO