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Battle for the Right

<div class="body-with"> <hr class="tn" /> <div class="transnote"> Transcriber’s Notes: The original spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have been retained, with the exception of apparent typographical errors which have been corrected. For convenience, a table of contents, which is not present in the original, has been included. </div> <hr class="tn" /> <div class="titlepage"> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus01.jpg" width-obs="200" height-obs="288" alt="Cover" /></div> <hr class="chap" /></div> CONTENTS <table summary="Contents"> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">CHAPTER</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr"> </td> <td class="tdr tdb">PAGE</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">I.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">AT A GAME OF POKER.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">5</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">II.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">REMORSE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">11</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">III.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">WHO KILLED JARVIS?</td> <td class="tdr tdb">17</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">IV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE WHITE FEATHER.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">25</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">V.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A CONFESSION.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">32</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">VI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">DOOR AND WINDOW.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">37</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">VII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">TRACED BACK.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">44</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">VIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">IN THE OLD HOUSE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">49</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">IX.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THROUGH THE CELLARS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">57</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">X.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">INVESTIGATION.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">60</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE RAID.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">68</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK SPRINGS A SURPRISE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">73</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK CARTER’S QUIET HAND.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">78</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XIV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">WITH THE TIDE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">84</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">TRACKED!</td> <td class="tdr tdb">89</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XVI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A SECRET OFFER.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">95</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XVII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">WHAT NICK CARTER KNEW.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">101</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XVIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A LOVELY SCRAP.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">108</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XIX.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A WELL OF FIRE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">114</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XX.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">FIVE SECONDS FROM DEATH.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">118</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">ANOTHER KINK.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">125</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">ANOTHER SCHEME.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">131</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">WHICH WAS WHICH?</td> <td class="tdr tdb">137</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXIV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">BY UNDERGROUND.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">142</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">DOUBTS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">148</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXVI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">GHOSTLY VISITANTS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">152</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXVII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">A FIGHT IN THE DARK.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">159</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXVIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE ELDER JARVIS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">165</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXIX.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE INSURGENTS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">171</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXX.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK CARTER’S WORD.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">178</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">NICK CALLS A COUNCIL.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">184</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">MURDER WILL OUT.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">190</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXIII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">STILL HUNTING.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">196</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXIV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE GIRL IN THE CASE.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">201</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXV.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">GETTING A FOCUS.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">206</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXVI.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">WHERE THEY FOUND HIM.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">211</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdr tdt">XXXVII.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdpr">THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.</td> <td class="tdr tdb">216</td> </tr> </table> <hr class="chap" /></div> [1] NICK CARTER STORIES New Magnet Library PRICE, FIFTEEN CENTS Not a Dull Book in This List Nick Carter stands for an interesting detective story. The fact that the books in this line are so uniformly good is entirely due to the work of a specialist. The man who wrote these stories produced no other type of fiction. His mind was concentrated upon the creation of new plots and situations in which his hero emerged triumphantly from all sorts of trouble, and landed the criminal just where he should be—behind the bars. The author of these stories knew more about writing detective stories than any other single person. Following is a list of the best Nick Carter stories. They have been selected with extreme care, and we unhesitatingly recommend each of them as being fully as interesting as any detective story between cloth covers which sells at ten times the price. If you do not know Nick Carter, buy a copy of any of the New Magnet Library books, and get acquainted. He will surprise and delight you. <table summary="Nick Carter Stories"> <tr> <td colspan="2" class="tdc">ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">850—Wanted: A Clew</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">851—A Tangled Skein</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">852—The Bullion Mystery</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">853—The Man of Riddles</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">854—A Miscarriage of Justice</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">855—The Gloved Hand</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">856—Spoilers and the Spoils</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">857—The Deeper Game</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">858—Bolts from Blue Skies</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">859—Unseen Foes</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">860—Knaves in High Places</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">861—The Microbe of Crime</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">862—In the Toils of Fear</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">863—A Heritage of Trouble</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">864—Called to Account</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">865—The Just and the Unjust</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">866—Instinct at Fault</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter[2]</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">867—A Rogue Worth Trapping</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">868—A Rope of Slender Threads</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">869—The Last Call</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">870—The Spoils of Chance</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">871—A Struggle With Destiny</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">872—The Slave of Crime</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">873—The Crook’s Blind</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">874—A Rascal of Quality</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">875—With Shackles of Fire</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">876—The Man Who Changed Faces</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">877—The Fixed Alibi</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">878—Out With the Tide</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">879—The Soul Destroyers</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">880—The Wages of Rascality</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">881—Birds of Prey</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">882—When Destruction Threatens</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">883—The Keeper of Black Hounds</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">884—The Door of Doubt</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">885—The Wolf Within</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">886—A Perilous Parole</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">887—The Trail of the Fingerprints</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">888—Dodging the Law</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">889—A Crime in Paradise</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">890—On the Ragged Edge</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">891—The Red God of Tragedy</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">892—The Man Who Paid</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">893—The Blind Man’s Daughter</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">894—One Object in Life</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">895—As a Crook Sows</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">896—In Record Time</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">897—Held in Suspense</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">898—The $100,000 Kiss</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">899—Just One Slip</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">900—On a Million-dollar Trail</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">901—A Weird Treasure</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">902—The Middle Link</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">903—To the Ends of the Earth</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">904—When Honors Pall</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">905—The Yellow Brand</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">906—A New Serpent in Eden</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">907—When Brave Men Tremble</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">908—A Test of Courage</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">909—Where Peril Beckons</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">910—The Gargoni Girdle</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">911—Rascals & Co.</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">912—Too Late to Talk</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">913—Satan’s Apt Pupil</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">914—The Girl Prisoner</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">915—The Danger of Folly</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">916—One Shipwreck Too Many</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">917—Scourged by Fear</td> <td class="tdl tdt tdh">By Nicholas Carter</td> </tr> </table> <hr class="chap" /></div> [3] <div class="titlepage"> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus02.jpg" width-obs="200" height-obs="291" alt="Title Page" /></div> </div> <h1>A Battle for Right</h1> OR, A CLASH OF WITS BY NICHOLAS CARTER Author of the celebrated stories of Nick Carter’s adventures, which are published exclusively in the New Magnet Library, conceded to be among the best detective tales ever written. <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus03.jpg" width-obs="82" height-obs="100" alt="Illustration" /></div> STREET & SMITH CORPORATION PUBLISHERS 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York <hr class="chap" /></div> [4] Copyright, 1916 By STREET & SMITH <hr class="title-xshort" /> A Battle for Right (Printed in the United States of America) All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian. <hr class="chap" /></div> [5] A BATTLE FOR RIGHT <h2 class="no-break" id="I">CHAPTER I. AT A GAME OF POKER.</h2> Five men were playing cards in a room in the Old Pike Inn. It was a road house, on a well-traveled highway—a great favorite with automobiles—in one of the picturesque valleys that alternate with towering heights within easy motoring distance of New York City. The Old Pike Inn had its spacious verandas, its big restaurant, its smaller dining rooms for private parties, and its great reception hall, with polished floor, in which dances, formal and informal, were in progress every evening during most of the year. It was a place to which wealthy New Yorkers often brought their wives and daughters for luncheon or dinner, and its “tone” was regarded as above criticism. Everything suggested refinement, the lavish expenditure of money for the comfort and entertainment of guests, and an artistic atmosphere that was both subtle and unmistakable. Captain Brown, who managed the Old Pike Inn, knew his business. Only a privileged number of his patrons were aware that they could play a quiet game of “draw” in secluded rooms, with the assurance that there could be no interference, and where their occupation would never be suspected by anybody not in the secret. The five men playing were all young, and every one showed in the flushed countenance that something more than the excitement of the game had heated his blood and rendered his speech at times somewhat thick. [6] Other evidence along this line was the fact that a glass stood near each man, on a separate stand, while bottles of liquor on a table within arm’s length of the players were frequently brought into use by the two soft-footed waiters, who were the only persons in the room besides the gamblers. There was very little talking. Men who play poker are not apt to say much. Their attention must be concentrated on the game, if they expect to hold their own. An occasional remark on some general topic was uttered, but as a rule each player, holding his cards well concealed in the hollow of his hand, watched the play of the others, and sought, by strained vigilance, to get the better of the struggle. Silence is a good thing in a poker game. Suddenly, just as one of the waiters leaned over to pour some liquor into one of the glasses, the person for whom it was intended jumped to his feet and sent the light stand to the floor with a crash—bottle, glass and all. At the same time he pointed an accusing finger at the man opposite him. “Cheat!” he shouted. At the ominous word, the other four men were also on their feet. “What’s that, Howard?” demanded one of them. “He heard what I said, Jack!” thundered the other. “Look at him! He knows he brought up an ace of clubs from under the table. I saw him do it. He was so clumsy that I actually was able to make out what the card was.” “You’re a liar!” cried the man accused. It was useless for the others to try to keep the two apart after that. With a mighty sweep, he who had cried “Cheat!” pushed the rather heavy table, with its green baize top and its stacks of chips and scattered cards, to one side, and leaped upon the man he had denounced. [7] The two waiters were big fellows, notwithstanding their ability to move noiselessly about the room. They hurled themselves between the combatants. Their interference was only just in time to prevent a straight left from landing on the chin of the player who had been charged with cheating, and at that, one of them got the fist himself in the back of his neck. “Don’t, Mr. Milmarsh!” begged the other waiter, as he wound his arms around the waist of the infuriated owner of the fist. “Don’t make a noise! They’ll hear it downstairs. It’s a mistake! It must be!” But Howard Milmarsh cared only for vengeance just then. “Get away, will you?” was all he replied. “If you don’t, I’ll break your skull with a bottle. I’m going to make that scoundrel over there confess, and then I’ll thrash him till he won’t know that he ever had a face. It never will be the same face again,” he added grimly. But the waiter hung on to the young fellow, while his comrade tried to push the other man back toward the door of an anteroom where hung the coats and hats of the players, and which was also fitted up as a lavatory. “Come back here, you white-livered cur!” shouted Milmarsh. “You, I mean—Richard Jarvis! The fellow who calls himself a cousin of mine! Come back and let us look at what you have inside your cuff!” The man he had called Richard Jarvis, who had been slinking behind the others, as if he had changed his mind about fighting, and desired only to get away, made a quick move toward the door leading to the other part of the house. “Stop him!” shouted Milmarsh. “If once he gets out of that door he’ll destroy the evidence.” “What do you mean by evidence?” asked Jack Denby. “Do you think Jarvis is hiding cards about him now?” “I know he is,” was the hot reply. [8] “Bring him back, then!” cried Denby. “Let’s look!” The two waiters and the three other players, including Jack Denby, surrounded Jarvis, keeping a wary eye on Howard Milmarsh, to see that he did not take the cowering wretch by the throat. “His left cuff!” cried Milmarsh. “Look inside!” “By Jove!” broke out Jack Denby. He had thrust his fingers inside the stiff shirt cuff of the accused man and brought out three cards. They were the ace of hearts, the king of diamonds, and the king of clubs. He threw them upon the table, faces upward, with a grunt of disgust. “There you are, boys!” exclaimed Howard Milmarsh. “He brought out the other ace, as I told you—and I saw him do it. His idea was to ‘sweeten’ his hand, of course. He meant to do the same thing with these other cards you’ve just taken from him. He may have others about him—in his pockets, down the back of his neck, or anywhere. He seems to have the trick of hiding cards down fine.” “I haven’t any other cards,” protested Richard Jarvis. “You had those,” Jack Denby reminded him. “I don’t know how they got caught in my cuff.” A burst of laughter from Denby and the three other men rang through the room. “You don’t know how they got ‘caught,’ eh?” sneered Denby. “Cards don’t often get ‘caught’ inside a man’s shirt cuff without some help. I guess you’d better give up all the money you have won to-night, and we’ll divide it among the rest of us. I don’t know which has lost the most, but it is quite sure that all you have is not your own—as an honest man. Eh, Milmarsh?” “I don’t care what is done with the money he cheated us out of,” returned Howard Milmarsh coldly. “That is not of any importance to me.” [9] “It is to me,” declared Denby, laughing. “I was about broke. I should have had to drop out before the next hand.” “All right, Jack! You can have my share, and welcome,” said Howard indifferently. “You have earned it by holding that rascal back when he was going to sneak away. What he has to answer to me for are two things.” “That so? What are they?” “In the first place, he is a cheat—a blackleg—and he insulted me by presuming to sit in a poker game with me.” “Well, he insulted us all in that respect, old man,” observed Denby. “In the next place, he applied a word to me that he must answer for, and which can be done only in one way,” continued Howard Milmarsh. “That way is to stand up and take his thrashing. Or, if he prefers, to take it lying down. It is immaterial to me.” Milmarsh threw off his coat and continued to walk toward Jarvis, who was hiding behind the two big serving men. “Come out of that, Jarvis! Stand aside there, you two!” commanded Milmarsh, addressing the waiters. The men shrugged their shoulders. They were supposed to keep order if any persons unknown to the management of the Old Pike Inn happened to intrude. But these five young men were all members of wealthy and prominent families, and were not to be treated like mere brawlers, of no social standing. Howard pushed past them, and they stepped out of his way. They did not care much for Richard Jarvis, anyhow. When Jarvis saw that he could not avoid an encounter with his cousin, he tried to pull himself together, and made a show of putting up his hands. Hardly had he done so, when Milmarsh sent a[10] crashing swing into his chest. The blow was intended for the chin, but Jarvis, by quick defense, diverted it, thus saving the vulnerable part of his person. Jarvis knew something about boxing, and he retaliated to Milmarsh’s onslaught with a glancing blow on the forehead that made his cousin mad. The consequence was a feint to the chest, which Jarvis blocked, and then a tremendous jab at the chin that stretched the latter across the floor, senseless. “By George, Milmarsh! He’s dead!” cried one of the other players, in startled tones, as he knelt by the side of the prostrate Jarvis. “You gave him a tap that settled him.” The speaker was Budworth Clarke, a young doctor, who had lately taken his diploma and hung out his shingle, and he delivered himself with authority. “It can’t be, Bud,” protested Milmarsh. “I only landed an ordinary knock-out.” “You thought you did,” was the reply. “But he must have had a weak heart. Now, the thing for you to do is to get a lawyer, quick. We may show that it was an accident, but we can’t get over the fact that he has passed out.” Howard Milmarsh did not wait for the end of this oration. He walked deliberately to the outer door of the room, unlocked it with the key that had never been removed from the keyhole, and went down the two flights of stairs which led to the great reception room. The usual nightly “hop” was in progress. But Milmarsh was in evening dress, and, though a close observer might have noted his flushed face and guessed the cause to be drink, he was able to pass around the throng without particular regard from anybody. “I’ll go right home,” he muttered. “It’s the only thing I can do. Then I will see.” It was just as he reached the outer door—where[11] half a dozen automobiles were drawn up on the great asphalt space where visitors to the Old Pike Inn could park their machines when they did not care to have them run into the garage—that he exchanged a cheerful good evening with a handsome man, in evening clothes, whose keen eyes followed him as he passed out. “Young Milmarsh!” observed this gentleman to himself. “He’s been drinking again! Great pity! A fine young fellow! And owner of more property than any one in this part of the country. That is, he will own it when his father dies. Well, I suppose he feels that he must have his fling. But I’m sorry.” The maker of these observations was a person known the world over as a great detective. His name was Nick Carter. He watched Howard Milmarsh go to a handsome car, in which the chauffeur was sitting half asleep, and get in. The young man himself took the wheel. Then, after one quick glance in the detective’s direction, he drove hurriedly away up the winding road that led to the great Milmarsh mansion on the hill. <hr class="chap" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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