Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 77: what you’re looking at

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{ But just then the waiter arrived with the coffee and brandy, and the diversion relieved her. She little guessed how badly she needed a stimulant just then. Nick looked at his watch. It wanted but a few minutes of three o’clock. "When did you see your husband last?" he asked, suddenly. "Last night—eh, I mean—eh, not since his father’s death." "There is one thing that Sam has concealed from me," said Nick. "What is that?" "Was his father really murdered by Dr. Lord? Or was it by somebody else?" "You know well," said Anita, regaining her self-confidence, "that no other person could have done it." "Then you believe," said Nick, adroitly, "that that syringe was charged with poison solely for the purpose of murdering Mr. Rogers." "T know it." The moment she uttered these words she recognized her mistake, and would have given worlds not to have spoken them. (7 comicbooe S CO