“Mr. Nick Carter: I have come to town to do business. I give you notice before I begin because I am quite certain you will be informed ...

Up the dingy flights of stairs in an old-fashioned downtown office building, Mr. Henry Stolburst mounted with a vigor and energy that ...

Bare-Faced Jimmy, so-called gentleman crook, expert cracksman, and a master criminal in any department of the underworld to which he ...

Nicholas Carter, and his first assistant, Chickering Carter, had risen early that morning, but not for the usual reason. It was a very ...

“Bureau of Secret Investigation.” Nick Carter glanced at the above sign over the door, an unpretentious and somewhat faded reminder of ...

“Your uncle murdered! It seems incredible!” Nick Carter leaned back in his chair and looked at his visitor, dismay showing in his face. ...

Behind a big rock that looked down over the wide, straggling road that ran upward through the mountains crouched a long, lean figure. ...

Nobody had heard the report of a pistol. There had been no disturbance; in fact, no audible altercation, no startling cry for help, or ...

Five men were playing cards in a room in the Old Pike Inn. It was a roadhouse, on a well-traveled highway—a great favorite with ...

“Mr. Carter, can I trust you?” It was in the great detective’s own house that this question was asked. “Well,” was Nick’s quiet ...

“Mr. Maxwell Kane!” The announcement was made by Nick Carter’s valet, Joseph, who threw open the door of his master’s study with a ...

On the shady veranda of an old-fashioned Southern house, on the outskirts of St. Louis, two men in the prime of life were enjoying their ...

“Got any opening in these diggin’s for a feller of my size and good looks?” The speaker was a boy of some sixteen years of age, a ...

“Help! Help!” This thrilling cry rang out upon the night air in one of the side streets of New York City. The few pedestrians in the ...

The 12th of April, 189—, as Old Broadbrim, the famous Quaker detective, will ever remember, fell on a Thursday. Just after the noon ...

"Hark! I thought I heard the outside door open and shut." "No, it was nothing." "Are you sure?" "Quite sure, Seth." "What time is it ...

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain fell heavily and steadily, and what wind there was roamed through the streets with a peculiar, ...

Nimble Ike encounters an extraordinary adventure and two wonderful ventriloquists play parts against each other with astonishing results.

It was the second time the man had passed the bench, and, as their eyes met for an instant before the stranger swiftly averted his head ...

One foggy night a few years since at something after two o'clock, a good-sized motor boat containing five men might have been seen ...