Following a Chance Clew

By Nicholas Carter and John Betancourt

While trailing a suspect, Nick witnesses a woman being stabbed, which propels him into a new case involving Doc Helstone’s ruthless gang—and stolen diamonds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wildside Press
• Release date: Feb 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781667600123

Nicholas Carter

General Sir Nicholas Carter KCB, CBE, DSO, ADC Gen commissioned into The Royal Green Jackets in 1978. At Regimental Duty he has served in Northern Ireland, Cyprus, Germany, Bosnia, and Kosovo and commanded 2nd Battalion, The Royal Green Jackets, from 1998 to 2000. He attended Army Staff College, the Higher Command and Staff Course and the Royal College of Defence Studies. He was Military Assistant to the Assistant Chief of the General Staff, Colonel Army Personnel Strategy, spent a year at HQ Land Command writing the Collective Training Study, and was Director of Army Resources and Plans. He also served as Director of Plans within the US-led Combined Joint Task Force 180 in Afghanistan and spent three months in the Cross Government Iraq Planning Unit prior to the invasion of Iraq in 2003. General Carter commanded 20th Armoured Brigade in Iraq in 2004 and 6th Division in Afghanistan in 2009/10. He was then the Director General Land Warfare before becoming the Army 2020 Team Leader. He served as DCOM ISAF from October 2012 to August 2013, became Commander Land Forces in November 2013, and was appointed Chief of the General Staff in September 2014.

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Table of Contents

COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

INTRODUCTION

FOLLOWING A CHANCE CLUE, by Nicholas Carter

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

Copyright © 2022 by Wildside Press LLC.

Originally published in 1899.

The text and punctuation has been lightly modernized for this reprint edition.

Published by Wildside Press LLC.

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INTRODUCTION

Nick Carter is a fictional character who began as a detective series character in 1886 and has appeared in a variety of formats over more than a century. He first appeared in the story paper New York Weekly (Vol. 41 No. 46, September 18, 1886) in a 13-week serial, The Old Detective’s Pupil; or, The Mysterious Crime of Madison Square.

The character was conceived by Ormond G. Smith, the son of one of the founders of Street & Smith, and realized by John R. Coryell. The character proved popular enough to headline its own magazine, Nick Carter Weekly. The serialized stories in Nick Carter Weekly were also reprinted as stand-alone titles under the New Magnet Library imprint.

By 1915, Nick Carter Weekly had ceased publication and Street & Smith had replaced it with Detective Story Magazine, which focused on a more varied cast of characters. There was a brief attempt at reviving Carter in 1924–27 in Detective Story Magazine, but it was not successful.

In the 1930s, due to the success of The Shadow and Doc Savage, Street & Smith revived Nick Carter in a pulp magazine (called Nick Carter Detective Magazine) that ran from 1933 to 1936. Since the Doc Savage character had basically been given Nick’s background, Nick Carter was now recast as a hard-boiled detective. Novels featuring Carter continued to appear through the 1950s, by which time there was also a popular radio show, Nick Carter, Master Detective, which aired on the Mutual Broadcasting System network from 1943 to 1955.

Following a Chance Clue (originally published 1899 as the lead novel in Nick Carter Weekly) has been lightly edited to modernize language (such as changing clew to clue) and to modernize punctuation where necessary

Enjoy!

—John Betancourt

Cabin John, Maryland

FOLLOWING A CHANCE CLUE,

by Nicholas Carter

Or, Nick Carter’s Lucky Find

CHAPTER 1

ON A SEPTEMBER NIGHT

Nathan Lusker.

Nick Carter read the sign over the jeweler’s store on Eighth Avenue and stopped to glance critically at the place. He noticed that the regulator indicated midnight.

His thoughts flew back to another midnight earlier in the week, when Lusker’s store had been cleaned out by burglars. The robbery had been charged to a mysterious crook known as Doc Helstone, who was supposed to be the leader of a clever gang of lawbreakers. Nick had been asked to break up this gang, which had baffled some of the best men of Inspector McLaughlin’s staff. A proposition had been made to him that day, and he had promised an answer on the morrow.

Probably he would have decided to refuse the job, for he had a lot of work on hand; but, as he strolled up the avenue on that September night, an adventure was waiting for him which was to alter his purpose, and set him upon the track of a remarkable scoundrel.

Lusker’s place was nearly in the middle of a block. As Nick turned his eyes away from the window, he noticed, on the street corner beyond, a group of about a dozen men and women. There was nothing unusual about them except that they were all looking one way. Their attention had evidently been strongly attracted by something which was taking place on the side street, to the westward.

Suddenly they all hurried in that direction. Other persons, attracted by this movement, joined in it.

All whom Nick could see were hastening toward this center of interest—all, except one man, who was walking the other way.

This man came out of the street wherein the crowd was gathering, and turned up the avenue. Nick saw him for only a moment, and at a considerable distance, but he remembered him.

When Nick came to the street corner, he saw, about forty yards from the avenue, a considerable crowd, upon the downtown side. He quickly made his way to the midst of it.

There he saw a young man kneeling on the sidewalk, and supporting upon his arm the head of a woman. The man seemed considerably agitated. The woman’s face, indistinct in the dim light, was white and rigid.

Do you know this woman? asked Nick, quickly, of the young man, after he had cast a single glance upon the unconscious figure.

No; I never saw her before.

Do you know a tall man with a light brown beard parted in the middle, a dark suit of—

Why, that’s the man who has gone to ring for an ambulance, was the reply. This lady was with him when she was taken sick.

Nick did not wait to hear any more. He slipped through the crowd like an eel and darted away. He was on the track of the man whom he had seen walking away from the spot to which everybody else was hurrying.

The avenue was brightly lighted, but the man was not in sight. By rapid, clever work, Nick traced him to Forty-first Street, where he had entered a carriage. A hackman, who had seen this, did not remember ever to have seen the carriage or the driver or the passenger before.

Was the man looking about for a carriage when you first saw him? asked Nick.

No; he knew where to find one, was the reply.

Did he give any directions to the driver?

He held up his hand in an odd sort of way, and the driver nodded. Nothing was said.

Evidently the carriage had been waiting, and the coachman and the passenger knew each other well. They would be harder to trace on that account.

For the moment Nick gave up the chase.

He returned to the crowd around the unconscious woman. She still lay where Nick had last seen her. A policeman had come and had rung for an ambulance.

The young man who had been supporting the woman’s head had relinquished his burden, and just as Nick came up, he was edging away through the crowd. He seemed to desire to escape further observation.

Nick touched him on the arm, and the young man faced about.

Don’t try to get away, said the detective. You won’t help matters by that.

Why shouldn’t I go away?

Because, said Nick, calmly, you will direct suspicion toward yourself.

Suspicion! Suspicion of what?

Murder! replied the detective, in a low, steady voice.

This sinister word produced a tremendous effect upon the young man. But he came out of it in a way which showed he had plenty of nerve.

Nick had drawn him into a doorway, and the two were almost unobserved.

Look here, said the young man, I’m no fool, and I begin to see that something is wrong here. But when it comes to murder, I don’t believe you’re right. That lady isn’t very sick.

She isn’t sick at all, said Nick; she’s wounded.

Wounded!

Yes. I saw at a glance that she was suffering from a blow with a sharp-pointed instrument. She has been stabbed, probably, with a stiletto.

Then it was that man—

Either that man or yourself, said Nick, interrupting.

"But I swear by all that I hold sacred that I never set eyes on the woman before this evening. I was passing along the street when I saw her ahead of me. The man whom I described to you had just overtaken her, and they were talking. At that moment a drunken man pushed violently against me. I looked around. He lurched away.

"Then I turned toward Eighth Avenue again, and at that moment I saw the woman fall into the man’s arms with a low cry. I didn’t see him stab her, and I didn’t see any weapon. I ran up to offer assistance, and he said: ‘This lady is ill. Take her for a moment while I summon assistance. I will ring for an ambulance. It will be the quickest way to get a doctor.’

I took the woman out of his arms because I couldn’t let her fall on the sidewalk. He hurried away. You know the rest. Now, then, I maintain that you have no right to detain me. I’m going home.

Do you suppose that you could do so, even if I consented? I tell you that a detective has his eye on you at this moment, though you do not see him. Do you think that policeman would have been stupid enough to let you get away if he hadn’t known that somebody was on hand to look out for you?

And who are you?

I’m a man who may believe in your innocence and help you to prove it, if your conduct justifies it.

The young man looked at Nick as if he meditated making a break for liberty, but something in the detective’s glance restrained him. The stronger mind prevailed.

What would you advise me to do? he asked.

Go back and stand near the policeman, said Nick. Be on hand when the ambulance surgeon makes his examination. You will be taken to the police station. When you get there, tell your story as you’ve told it to me. If there’s anything else, save it till you see me again. What is your name?

Austin L. Reeves. I live at ninety-two West Thirty-ninth Street.

Very well. Here comes the ambulance.

Though fully twenty minutes had elapsed since the woman had received the injury, her condition had not changed in the least. Nick had felt certain that the night was so warm that no harm would result from her remaining outdoors. Otherwise, he would have taken her to a drug store or into one of the houses.

The others, expecting the ambulance every minute, and failing to perceive the real nature of the woman’s trouble, had not thought of doing anything.

When the ambulance surgeon bent over her, he saw at once that she was suffering from a serious stab wound. Not a drop of blood was visible, which showed that the weapon used must have been as fine as a needle.

The surgeon whispered a word in the ear of the policeman, who instantly whistled for assistance. Then, by Nick’s order, he placed young Reeves under arrest, and took him to the station house.

The other officer who had responded to the whistle, tried to secure witnesses. He could find nobody.

Nick, a thousand times more skillful, had been engaged in that search for some minutes, but when the ambulance rolled away with the wounded woman in it, he had not succeeded in finding a single person who could throw any light upon the matter. Apparently nobody but Reeves had seen the woman pass along the street, or had noticed the man who overtook her.

To be sure, there was the drunken man of whom Reeves had spoken, but, accepting Reeves’ story as true, the supposed drunkard was doubtless a pal of the murderer, and was there to distract the attention of any person who might be likely to interfere.

The blinder the case the more anxious Nick was to follow it up. He saw in it one of the most fascinating murder mysteries which he had ever encountered.

It was probable that at the hospital something would be learned which would be of value, but Nick could not wait for it. There is nothing like following a trail when it is warm, and so Nick stuck to the ground.

After about an hour’s hard work, his efforts were rewarded. By this time the rumor that the case was a murder had begun to spread in the precinct.

The local detectives were out on it, and they dropped a word here and there which was taken up and borne along.

In the course of Nick’s search he worked along the cross-town street toward Ninth Avenue, finding out what every person knew.

At last, just in the doorway of one of the large apartment houses he found a man and woman talking about the case. Both of them were known to the police. The man was a hardened young rascal, not long out of the penitentiary. The woman was known as Crazy Mag, though she was not really insane. She was somewhat intoxicated, and was talking loudly. Nick entered the hall and pretended to be looking for a name on the bell rack.

Shut up, Mag, he heard the young tough whisper. You’ll get yourself into trouble.

What’s the matter with you? she exclaimed, roughly. I saw the woman come out of No. 349. Why shouldn’t I say so?

I’ll tell you why, said her companion. Because that woman was put out of the way by Doc Helstone’s gang, and if you talk too much, you’ll follow her.

I shouldn’t be surprised if you were right, said Nick to himself. At any rate, this clue settles one thing—I take the contract to trap Doc Helstone’s gang.

CHAPTER 2

A NOVEL TIMEKEEPER

It was about four o’clock in the morning when Nick and the New York chief of police sat down together in the latter’s house to discuss the events of the night. What had happened in the meantime the reader will hear in Nick’s own words.

He had rapidly described the events with which the reader is familiar and had come to the scene in the hall.

I went directly to No. 349, Nick proceeded, "and there I found evidence which convinced me that Helstone’s gang had made the house its headquarters. I got no information from the people in the house. They only knew that a ‘club’