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No. 156. NEW YORK, September 4, 1915. Price Five Cents.
CHAPTER I.
THE WOMAN FOUND DEAD.
The telephone communication was from Arthur Gordon, the prominent NewYork banker and broker, then a candidate for election to Congress on theFusion reform ticket—a communication so sensational in character and soimbued with alarm and anxiety on the part of the speaker, that it evokedonly the following terse, decided response from Nick Carter, to whom thefrantic appeal had been made:
“I will go right up there, Mr. Gordon. I will be there in ten minutes.”
“What’s the trouble?”
The inquiry came from Chick Carter, the celebrated detective’s chiefassistant, when Nick arose from his swivel chair and hurriedly closedhis roll-top desk.
“A murder has been committed, or said to have been,” he replied.
“A murder—where?”
“Columbus Avenue,” Nick said tersely. “Arthur Gordon is under arrest forthe crime. The woman’s body was found by—but we’ll get the detailslater. You had better go with me. Luckily Danny is at the door with thetouring car. We will lose no time.”
Both detectives were leaving Nick’s Madison Avenue residence when thelast was said, hurriedly putting on their overcoats while entering hispowerful motor car. In another moment both were seated in the tonneauand speeding north through the crisp air of the October morning. It thenwas nine o’clock.
Nick had hurriedly given Danny, his chauffeur, the Columbus Avenueaddress of the house in which the murder was said to have beencommitted, and he remarked, a bit grimly to Chick, while they settledback on the cushioned seat:[