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Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1900 by Street & Smith, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress,Washington, D. C.
Entered as second class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office.
Issued weekly. Subscription price, $2.50 per year. October 6, 1900.
No. 197. Street & Smith, Publishers. NEW YORK. 228 William St., N. Y. 5 Cents.
The Little Glass Vial;
OR,
A BEAUTIFUL BLACKMAILER BROUGHT TO BAY.
By the Author of "NICK CARTER."[Pg 2]
CHAPTER I.
THE VIAL IN THE SNOW.
"Well, old man," said Nick Carter, ashe shook the snow from his overcoat,"what’s the news? Anything strangesince this morning?"
He was addressing Chick, his assistant,who, to use his own expression, was"acting the chamber lawyer" for the day.
"Yes. Two small cases have come in;but there is a telegram from Boston thatmay be of importance."
"Let’s see it, my lad!" said the greatdetective, throwing his overcoat on achair and seating himself. He took thedispatch in his hands and read it slowly.
"H’m! Yes, there’s something in this,Chick. What time is it?"
"Five-forty."
"Good! I can catch the Providence[Pg 3]boat. Telegraph anything you have tosay to the Adams House!" and in anothermoment the noted detective had left theoffice.
The snow lay heavy upon the groundwhen Nick Carter arrived in Boston nextmorning. Nothing eventful happened duringhis journey, and he felt rested andripe for his work—whatever it was.
He was about to step into a cab, whenhis eyes caught sight of a small vial, halfburied in the snow, which he picked upand placed in one of his overcoat pockets,then addressing the hackman, he said:
"When did the snow stop falling?"
"Just after the train for New Yorkpulled out last night, sir."
"You had a heavy fall?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know where Mr. SamuelRogers lives in Dorchester?"[Pg 4]
"Of course I do, sir."
"Well, take me there."
Half an hour later the cab stopped atan old-fashioned mansion, which stood ina beautifully kept lawn, in the mostfashionable part of Dorchester.
"I wish to see Mr. Samuel Rogers,junior," said the detective to the coloredman who answered his ring.
"What name shall I say?" asked thedomestic.
"Oh, never mind the name. Tell himthat a friend from New York wishes tosee him."
A few minutes afterward a good-lookingyoung fellow entered the room.
"Mr. Rogers, I presume?" said Nick.
"Yes, sir. That is my name."
"I received a telegram from you yesterday,"rejoined Nick Carter.
"Oh!" said