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Updated: June 15, 2025
I demand a square show myself. I can tell when I strike a man out. I put the third strike over fairly, and Bemis never wiggled at it. Kilgore called it a ball and filled the bases." The umpire was a boy with a queer, crooked mouth, one corner of which twisted up while the other drooped. "You seem to think everybody's crooked, Featherstone," he said angrily.
It was the warmest kind of a fight for fully three minutes. Then Chick got a line on Matt Stall from behind the baluster post, and dropped him with a ragged wound in his hip. Stall fell with a yell of rage and pain, and Kilgore found himself alone, and against odds. He turned like a flash, and darted out of the rear door of the house.
That conflict of the previous night, the flight of three of the diamond gang, Pylotte left comparatively uninjured in the road, his subsequent disclosures, his extensive knowledge of the diamond-making art, the hints he had imparted, and now this manifest eagerness of Venner to lure his ostensible customers to his suburban house all combined to reveal to Nick's keen mind the shrewd game by which Kilgore was hoping to entrap him.
Pylotte ran on ahead, while Kilgore and Matt Stall continued urging the detective across the grounds, making toward the old wooden mansion in which their secret plant was located. It seemed to them the safest place in which to confine Nick, pending the delay in getting hands upon Chick.
"Learn what his game is, if you can. Force him to show his hand." "Leave that to me." "Not on our lives." "A warning whistle will start Pylotte, and we'll be on hand to do our part," added Kilgore, hurriedly. "Go back at once, and waste not a moment in getting at his game." "Trust me, Dave."
He had surveyed his surroundings with more than cursory interest, therefore, while Kilgore and his confederates were binding his arms to the rounds of the chair back, and his ankles to the legs of the same.
Then the four men stole quietly out of the house in company. It then was a little after midnight. Kilgore had reasoned shrewdly, in so quickly suspecting that Nick Carter would lose no time in getting a line on the Venner residence. Even while the diamond gang were discussing the plan by which to capture the Carters, the two detectives were at times within a hundred yards of the secret plant.
First, Kilgore had shrewdly reasoned that Nick's first move, after the disclosures made by Pylotte, would be that of thus getting positive evidence against Venner; and the crafty diamond swindler had warned Venner to be on the watch for the detective, and to handle him in a way to serve their own designs.
"So we established this plant for Pylotte to do his clever work in," continued Kilgore, disregarding the interruption. "Luckily, Venner already owned this old mansion, as well as that in which he lives; and fortunately, both places are somewhat secluded, with extensive grounds abutting. That enabled us to frame up a very snug and safe retreat." "Sure it did."
Kilgore hastily read aloud, in a breathless voice, the newspaper account It seemed that two tramps had taken refuge in the barn from the storm that had raged the night of the murder, and getting into some quarrel before morning, one had stabbed the other and fled, only to be captured two days later and confess everything. When Mrs. Kilgore ceased reading, Joseph said:
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