Nick Carter Weekly: The Little Glass Vial — page 78: what you’re looking at

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a a + os f. But, although Nick had now secured the last link of his chain of evidence, he gave no outward sign that he attached any importance to it. He was about to continue when someone knocked at the door. "Come in!" said Nick. Sam Rogers entered. "Anita!" he cried, in amazement. "At your service, sir!" coldly rejoined the lady. "Be seated, Mr. Rogers," said Nick. Anita looked at Nick nervously. "That man would not call him Mr. Rogers, if he was his cousin!" was the thought that flashed through her mind. Rogers was clearly as much mystified as was Anita. But his perplexity was not mixed with fear. She was trembling with fear of an unknown something which her imagination was unable to define. She looked at Nick with an expression that mingled indignation and appeal. Her suspense was really becoming unbearable, and Nick saw it. "Better cut this act short," he muttered. Turning to Rogers, he said: 18 comicboolk CO