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But for the vicious crime of a jealous woman, Nick might have labored long, and possibly vainly, to run down the Kilgore gang and their extraordinary criminal project, in which Cervera so strongly figured. It was as Nick said, the two crimes seemed bound together as if with links of steel.
Yet he invariably covers his tracks so cleverly, or so quickly vanishes when hard pressed, that thus far he has successfully eluded the police. That's David Kilgore, sir." "And what of his associates?" inquired Venner. "I think you spoke of a trio." "His confederates are scamps of the same sort, and nearly his equal in craft and daring," replied Nick.
Nick now knew that Venner recognized both Chick and himself, and was serving only the Kilgore gang. Yet Nick bowed without the slightest self-betrayal, and said, gravely: "I will explain the situation to Pandu Singe." For several minutes the two detectives maintained their curious game of talk. Then Nick, who had speedily planned his own counter-move, again turned to Rufus Venner.
"Unfortunately," said Mary, "he has to go to Albany this afternoon, I believe." "To resume our conversation, Mrs. Marne," said Peter. "I shouldn't if I were you," Hare recommended. "If memory serves, it was hardly worth it. Why not, instead, permit me to tell the story of the seven fat men of Kilgore?" McTosh, of the gum-shoe tread, shuffled courses dextrously.
She had lapsed into a merciful unconsciousness, from which she never emerged. Next came Kilgore, and they easily found him. He lay stretched upon the ground, dead and scorched almost beyond recognition, at the base of the metallic rod through which he had met his fate. "Lend a hand here," said Nick. "We'll place him with his confederate until we can have them properly removed."
"So we went to work," Kilgore proceeded, discursively. "We built our plant, placed our machinery, rigged a private telephone between this house and Venner's, and tapped the electric conduit with a secret wire, to give us light and feed our furnace." "That was my work," nodded Stall, with a touch of pride. "Right you are, Matt, and mighty good work, too," bowed Kilgore.
It might go off, and I'm not fool enough to invite its contents. This dirty game that you've played " "Dry up!" Kilgore sharply interrupted, while he and Stall quickly secured Nick's arms with a rope. "You'll not live to know the game that we have played, Nick Carter." "Won't I?" "Not if I live!" cried Kilgore, with vicious significance. "Well, maybe you'll not live long," retorted Nick.
If it had been either Bradford or Lambert, both of whom we had come to know since Kennedy had interested himself in the case, or even Hollins or Kilgore, I should not have been surprised. But Miriam! "How could she have any connection with the case?" I asked incredulously. Kennedy did not attempt to explain.
"I suppose the murder brought it to his mind," said Silas. "Why, no!" exclaimed Mrs. Kilgore quickly. "You must have been reading it before the murder. Now that I remember, I saw it in your hands." "Before the murder, were you, Joseph? Why, that's almost enough to make one feel superstitious," said Silas, turning around in his chair, so as to look fairly at him.
"Yes, Señora Cervera," he hastened to add, before any of the startled group could speak, "I owe you a profound apology. I did you the injustice to suspect you, not only of being a thief, but also of being identified with the notorious Kilgore gang, three of the cleverest and most dangerous swindlers in the world." "Perdition!" gasped Cervera. "You astound me."
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