Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 7: what you’re looking at

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

—— —"! c.COrr —_ "Yes, sir. That is my name." "I received a telegram from you yesterday," reyoined Nick Carter. "Oh!" said Rogers. "You are Mr. Nick Carter?" "Yes." "Won’t you be seated?" continued the young man. "I wished to see you upon a very sad and mysterious matter." The detective watched him keenly as he spoke; but did not interrupt. "My father lies dead in the next room. The doctors say he died of heart disease, but I have a different opinion." "Ah!" sighed Nick. "And what may your opinion be, Mr. Rogers?” "IT believe he was murdered." "Murdered?" "Yes." "Upon what do you base this suspicion?" "This letter," said Rogers, handing the detective an envelope, which bore the Boston postmark of the previous day. Nick opened it and read as follows: "Mr. Rogers: Your father did not die of heart disease. He was murdered. Have the body thoroughly examined before burial. comicbooe S CO