New Nick Carter Weekly, No. 37 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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. { a : a ae. a 5 ; sa',* . | _ <i »— a “a = . — 4 — . r te a ; “ a = c ‘*No, I guess not. Guess aloug.’’ As Nick passed out of the door he beckoned to Mose to follow him. a great hand for company,’’ he the loafer stepped up to him, said as ‘Cand if buy the drinks when we come toa place.’’ ‘‘Now, then, > he resumed after the - two were a good distance from the saloon, ‘I’m a detective, and if you don’t tell me everything you know about Frank Wil- son and his habits I'll run you in for that — jittle bunco game——”’’’ “T don’t know nuthin’ ’bout de bloke, ” said Mose, sullenly. : pes Sern: will remember some- thing about him when’ you get to head- quarters. ”’ “Vou can’t take me to headquarters. I don’t believe your a detective, anyway.”’ The fellow turned upon his heel as if ae ee a walk away, but he was caught and al- t his feet. t get t funny now. Make another hi t and vs es _ The fellow. saw ‘Phat. he was in the * ha man who would stand no boy’s Bley, ae at once wilted. © Wat d’ye want ter know ’bout Wil- “son 2) he asked. eS Sent to eile the crowd he runs done very well: a7 oe forther t os it if you ever mention the ivin g person I’ll make CARTER you’ll walk along here a bit, Il in heaps upon the floor. ‘tive, coolly. iy notebook, 34 ond I want te f the matter, Nick hastened away and wa | = soon again closeted with Inspector Byrnes | : “Any news ?’’ asked the inspector. “Ves, and I’m afraid our friend the ae banker won’t like it. The _boy hasnt | bs been leading the life of an angel by any means, ’’ " ‘Well, I'll leave the case entirely your hands. Perhaps you had better see Jackman.”’ y Half an hour later the banker’s office on Wall street was the scene of great ex- citement. Books, deposit slips, and checks. were scattered about the table in the private office, while the contents of the vault iay ‘“My God!’’ exclaimed the broker. — “Who would have believed it?’ | ‘It’s pretty bad, I reckon,’ said the letective. = ‘*Bad ?”’ the sweat from “~ 4 ee ae call exclaimed the broker, wiping | count is fifty thousand dollars. short, and | aneand dollars in Eanes ail, ee i ‘hat’s bad enuaghs ” said t ‘*T cannot understand it. All I can say & now is that I want the matter. sifted to > the bottom, and I want the rascals” brought tu justice. Name your own price, but Le the B Work well. oe * m&,., = F = ae = lash sOuledentten’= We want . to know who: cashed those e checks, 3 ee ne ‘Phere j is no dc - Se yf t | “yhbs. thiev s »ab