Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

a a + oy; 1. He was about to step into a cab, when his eyes caught sight of a small vial, half buried in the snow, which he picked up and placed in one of his overcoat pockets, then addressing the hackman, he said: "When did the snow stop falling?" "Just after the train for New York pulled out last night, sir." "You had a heavy fall?" "Yes, sir.” "Do you know where Mr. Samuel Rogers lives in Dorchester?" "Of course I do, sir." "Well, take me there." Half an hour later the cab stopped at an old-fashioned mansion, which stood in a beautifully kept lawn, in the most fashionable part of Dorchester. "IT wish to see Mr. Samuel Rogers, junior," said the detective to the colored man who answered his ring. "What name shall I say?" asked the domestic. "Oh, never mind the name. Tell him that a friend from New York wishes to see him." A few minutes afterward a good-looking young fellow entered the room. "Mr. Rogers, I presume?" said Nick. 6 comicbooe S CO