“A man and a woman together; then a man alone.” Nick Carter thought this remark rather than uttered it in words, as he came to an ...

“I feared you would not come.” The speaker, a beautiful woman of two or three and thirty, half reclined on a sofa, in an elegant ...

“There goes another, chief. That makes five so far. There surely is something going on tonight,” the young man at the window declared ...

The hands of the clock pointed at half-past five, one beautiful June morning, when Nick Carter, having just finished with his morning ...

In Thirty-fifth Street, east of Fifth Avenue, there is a house conspicuous among its neighbors in that it differs in construction by ...

“Nathan Lusker.” Nick Carter read the sign over the jeweler’s store on Eighth Avenue and stopped to glance critically at the place. He ...

“Well, Chick, it’s good to strike little old New York again.” Nick Carter jumped down from the railroad car and shook himself like a ...

“You say he cannot travel today, doctor?” “Impossible, Mr. Carter!” “He would be in a drawing room on the Pullman, and every care ...

A spear shot into the midst of the camp, and stuck, quivering, in the ground! Patsy Garvan and Chick jumped to their feet, rifle in ...

“No, Carter! I shall not go back until I have got my hands on that wretched crook, William Pike, and I don’t care if it leads me into ...

“Well, my dear Gilsey, I rather think I can land him for you,” declared Nick Carter, with an odd smile lurking in the corners of his ...

“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 ...

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 ...