Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 36: what you’re looking at

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—— —! oS —aMGc‘N Whereupon he took the telegram from Nick, lifted his hat courteously, and disappeared in the direction of the bar. The moment he was out of sight, Nick said to himself: "That worked like a charm. The dispatch must have been from Moreno." He immediately took off his disguise and ordered a cab. "To police headquarters!" was his instruction to the driver. When he arrived there, he asked to see the chief. "Why, Mr. Carter, how do you do?" cordially welcomed the head of Boston’s police. "I want you to do me a favor," said Nick. "Certainly, my dear sir. Got some important case on, [’ll wager." "Yes," mildly returned Nick. "It 1s a very mysterious case. I want you to arrest a Cuban named Gonzales, and hold him without examination for me. If you do this secretly you will oblige me, as his detention may be of much importance." "With pleasure," said the chief, as he touched a bell. An officer answered instantly. "Send Waldo here at once." "Yes, Sir. 36 comicbooe S CO