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This conduct of his chief interested Chick deeply. "Watch Nick Carter," he said to himself, "and you'll always be learning something." "Of course he didn't bury him then," Deever replied to Nick's question. "Haskell saw him digging the grave after midnight." "Where do you suppose your brother's body was in the meantime?" asked Nick. "Hidden in the garden somewhere." Nick shook his head.
It was all over in a few seconds. Deever lay upon the floor, fettered, and Nick stood over him. "The strong man in the case has been found," said Nick. "I'm willing to admit that you gave me hard work, Deever." "So it was he that buried the body?" asked Byrnes. "Yes; I suspected it at once," responded Nick. "It was his deliberate intention to throw the crime upon Dr. Jarvis.
We are not taking testimony." "But how do you know " Deever began. The superintendent cut him short. "Proceed, if you please," said he to Nick, and then he fixed his eyes upon Dr. Jarvis. "In the garden of the hospital," Nick began, "about half-past six o'clock on the evening of Monday last, you had high words with Patrick Deever, who was working under your direction." Dr.
"Go to Jarvis," said Nick. "He is going to tell the whole story. Personate me in this disguise." Chick nodded and vanished. Within the house Nick found Deever in the superintendent's presence. Deever's face was red, and he looked like a man who had been kicking a stone wall until he is tired. "Mr. Deever has lodged a complaint against you, Mr.
He made his way to the house of Lawrence Deever, which stood some distance from the centre of the town. There was no sign of Patsy about the place. The house seemed to be deserted. Nick easily effected an entrance. He searched the house thoroughly. There were signs of the recent presence of Patrick Deever. He had done some rude cooking. The remnants of the food which he had prepared were visible.
He was in the saloon, and he told me that his brother was missing." "Well," cried Deever, who could keep silence no longer, "what do you think of that?" "It is important evidence." "You remember," Deever continued, "that when I went to ask Jarvis where my brother was, he admitted having quarreled with him, but said that it ended in words. Now we know that it ended in blows."
He was asleep there, about twelve o'clock on the night after Nick's visit to Lawrence Deever, when Nick crept softly through the window. All these rooms were on the ground floor and entrance was easy. Nick had spent a part of the evening in the garden. He had watched till the light went out in the laboratory and another appeared in the doctor's bed-room.
I suppose we have all read reams on reams of magazine verse exhibiting technical correctness, exactitude in language, and pretty fancy; and after a momentary unspoken tribute the writer's skill, we straightway forget. But a poem like Danny Deever appears, it is to call it a music-hall ballad, or to pretend it is not high art; the fact is that the worst memory in the world will retain it.
"What time was it when you heard that blow?" asked Nick of Klein. "Must have been about half-past seven," Klein replied. "How do you know?" "When I walked up the avenue I saw the clock on the church up by One Hundred and Fiftieth street. It was a quarter of eight." "That fits the case exactly," Deever exclaimed.
He ran over the evidence, and insisted on an immediate arrest. Nick said nothing, and the superintendent maintained the calm of an iron statue. When Deever had exhausted himself, Nick spoke. "I promise you an arrest in one hour," he said. At this moment a card was brought in and handed to the superintendent. "From Chick," he said aside to Nick. "He and Jarvis are waiting. What do you say?"
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