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No. 120. NEW YORK, December 26, 1914. Price Five Cents.
AN UNCANNY REVENGE;
Or, NICK CARTER AND THE MIND MURDERER.
Edited by CHICKERING CARTER.
CHAPTER I.
A TRAGEDY OF THE STAGE.
The members of Nick Carter’s household all happened to meet at thebreakfast table that morning—a rather unusual circumstance.
The famous New York detective sat at the head of the table. Ranged aboutit were Chick Carter, his leading assistant; Patsy Garvan, and thelatter’s young wife, Adelina, and Ida Jones, Nick’s beautiful womanassistant.
It was the latter who held the attention of her companions at thatmoment. She was a little late, and had just seated herself. Her flushedcheeks and sparkling eyes gave no hint that she had reached thehouse—they all shared the detective’s hospitable roof—a little afterthree o’clock that morning.
“You good people certainly missed a sensation last night,” she declared.“It was the strangest thing—and one of the most pitiable I everbeheld!”
Nick, who had been glancing at his favorite newspaper, looked up.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
It was Ida’s turn to show surprise.
“Is it possible you don’t know, any of you?” she demanded, lookingaround the table. “Haven’t you read of Helga Lund’s breakdown, orwhatever it was?”
Helga Lund, the great Swedish actress, who was electrifying New Yorkthat season in a powerful play, “The Daughters of Men,” had consented,in response to many requests, to give a special midnight performance, inorder that the many actors and actresses in the city might have anopportunity to see her in her most successful rôle at an hour whichwould not conflict with their own performances.
The date had been set for the night before, and, since it was not to be