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Updated: June 18, 2025
Said one old man at the Boyden House, who join'd in the conversation one evening: 'There were often men buried out of that prison pen still alive. I have the testimony of a surgeon that he had seen them pull'd out of the dead cart with their eyes open and taking notice, but too weak to lift a finger.
Just as Venner returned with the numerous signatures, Chick also put in an appearance again, bringing with him the forged order which had been left at Hafferman's store. Nick merely glanced at it, then thrust it into his pocket. "Did you see Boyden?" he inquired of Chick. "Yes, and spoke with him," nodded Chick. "What about him?" "He looks all right."
Get the written order received by him, and bring it here. Have a look at young Boyden, and see what you make of him. Also get the written signature of Mr. Hafferman, and that of each person employed in his store. Understand?" "Sure thing!" nodded Chick, already seeing clearly the line Nick's investigation was taking, though neither Venner nor his partner yet perceived it.
"Did Mary Barton have any idea of the identity of the woman from whom she received the package?" "I think not, sir. She told Harry that the woman was veiled, and that she could not see her face. The incident seemed so strange, sir, that Mary gave Harry Boyden all of these particulars." "Did she describe the strange woman, her form or her attire?"
I'm public sperited, every one knows that, but I don't help support no institootion er larnin when I got the hull er my edication at a deestrict school," and in intense disgust he left the store followed by an irritating chuckle which, although it came from behind the rusty old stove, reached the ears of Boyden as he stamped down the rickety steps of the store and stalked majestically across the square and up the road.
"State it, please." "His name, sir, is Harry Boyden." Nick felt his blood start slightly, yet his countenance did not change by so much as a shadow. He glanced at Chick, however, and the same thought was in the mind of each. "Harry Boyden! The clerk employed by Thomas Hafferman, the dealer in diamonds!"
At the last minute, Aunt Pattie Boyden fortunately contracted a toothache and the Coney Island party was compelled to go unchaperoned. They tried to be regretful and sympathetic as the six of them climbed into the big touring car, but Ashley Loring found them a solace. "Never you mind," he soothed them "Polly will chaperon us."
"To what mystery do you refer? What is the occasion of your terrible distress?" "My maid and companion, a girl named Mary Barton," said she, "was found dead in Central Park late this afternoon. Nor is that all, Detective Carter. A very dear friend of mine, named Harry Boyden, has been arrested, under suspicion of having killed her. Oh, sir, that could not be possible!"
"Because, sir, Harry Boyden is a gentle, brave and honest man, and utterly incapable of committing such a crime," cried Violet, with much feeling. "Besides, sir, he can have had no possible reason for wishing her dead." "Are you sure of that?" "Absolutely!" "What are your relations with Boyden?"
"I should say not," replied Chick, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Did Boyden know where Mary went after he left her?" inquired Nick, reverting to his visitor. "No, sir. He declared to the officer that he did not." "What mention did he make of a package carried by the girl?"
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