The Mask of Death; Or Nick Carter's Curious Case Pt 2

In this episode of the Nick Carter mystery series, we dive deeper into the case of The Mask of Death. Nick and his team of investigators, Chick Carter and Patsy Garvan, are approached by Detective Conroy from Police Headquarters, who warns them about the notorious criminal Mortimer Deland, who may be hiding in New York City with his accomplice Fanny Coyle. Scotland Yard has sent all the evidence collected on Deland so far, including a grainy photograph and a picture of the hotel ledger where he was last seen in Austria.

Despite the warning, Nick insists on finishing his current investigation for Rudolph Strickland, who was robbed in his apartment. Nick follows the clues and deduces that things are not exactly as they seem on the surface!

This episode keeps us on the edge of our seats as we follow Nick Carter's investigation into the Strickland robbery and the possible connection to Mortimer Deland. Will Nick be able to solve the case and catch the elusive criminal? Tune in to find out!

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Hi friends and welcome to another fine episode of forward into the past. I'm JC Rede your host and narrator. And today we're picking up the trail of the mysterious robbery in the 1915, Nick Carter mystery, the mask of death, or Nick Carter's curious case. Dime novels and story papers are an important part of the literary and cultural history of the United States dating way back to the mid 19th century. These inexpensive mass produced publications were widely read by a diverse audience and played a significant role in promoting literacy and shaping popular culture. As these materials age and deteriorate. Numerous universities have taken up the task of preserving and digitizing them for future generations. Northern Illinois university(NIU) has established the Edward T. Leblanc Memorial dime novel bibliography project. To continue the work of the late Edward T. Leblanc, a prominent dime novel scholar. The goal of this project is to create a comprehensive bibliography of dime novels, story papers, and other related materials. NIU's rare books and special collections department houses a significant collection of dime novels, including the Johansen collection, which is one of the largest and most comprehensive in the world. Stanford university is another institution that has taken the preservation of dime novels and story papers quite seriously. The dime novel and story paper collection at the special collections and university archives department holds thousands of items in various formats, including serials, books, manuscripts, and ephemera. Through digitization efforts. Stanford has made many of these materials accessible online, allowing researchers and enthusiastic alike to explore this captivating part of American literary history. My friends at Villanova university are also very actively involved in the preservation and promotion of dine novels and story papers. The digital library at Villanova university features a vast collection of digitized dime novels and story paper publications. Some of their notable collections include the dime novel and popular literature collection, which contains over 6,000 items and the Nick Carter detective library that focuses on the iconic detective character featured in this story and many other dime novels and story papers. The university of south Florida, USF, is another institution that has recognized the importance of preserving nine novels and story papers. The USF dime novels, collection houses, an extensive array of digitized dime novels and story papers, covering a range of genres from action and adventure to romance and mystery. The collection also includes the yellow back library and the boys star library, which are both significant for scholars and historians studying these forms of popular literature. These universities are just a few examples of the institutions working to ensure that the cultural significance and historical value of dime novels and story papers are preserved and accessible for future generations. Their efforts in digitizing these materials and making them widely available online, not only contribute to our understanding of the past, but also serve as a Testament to the power and impact of storytelling throughout history. And here at forward into the past. I feel like I'm helping to keep some of these old and interesting stories alive. Including our latest installment in the 1915 detective story. The mask of death or Nick Carter's. Curious case. Chapter three. The face of a crook. There are only 600 Stradivarius violins known to be in existence. Their value varies from three to$10,000. But in a few cases, these figures are greatly exceeded. Two are said to be worth no less than$50,000 each. One is the famous emperor stradivarius. It is 200 years old. And the only one comparable with it, is that left by Paganini to the city of Genoa. A sum running into five figures Sterling was offered for it. Gee that sure is some fiddle, chief declared Patsy Garvan sententiously. Nick Carter was having an early breakfast with chick and his junior assistant before returning to the Strickland apartment on the morning following the robbery. They had nearly finished when Nick, after a general discussion of the crime made the foregoing comments concerning that rare make of violin that had been stolen from the elderly German. Some fiddle patsy is right. Chick agreed, laughing over his coffee. All Strads are very valuable and many have had a strange and eventful history. Some have been repeatedly stolen, and at times have passed from one uninformed person to another at ridiculously low prices. I recall that one was accepted by a Geneva blacksmith from a traveler who had not money enough to pay for shoeing his horse. It hung for years on a wall in the blacksmith's house until a collector of violins happened to see and purchase it. Upon cleaning off the dirt and grime, he found the Stradivarius mark on it. He had acquired for a paltry sum, an instrument worth thousands of dollars. Well, that was tough luck for the poor blacksmith chief. Not at all said Nick. For the violin collector was as square as a brick. He returned and paid the blacksmith all that the instrument was worth. Good on his head said, Patsy. He was one man in a thousand. Make it 10,000 Patsy chick said dryly. Now the Strad stolen from Strickland is of great value, no doubt and possibly worth what he has stated. Nick continued. With the rare old masters he mentioned, together with his antique gems, his collection of Jade and the other missing treasures. His loss runs up well over$100,000. He will have a complete list for us this morning. We'll get a move on now, if you are ready. Followed by both. Nick led the way to his library. His chauffeur, Danny Maloney had not yet arrived with this touring car, but all three were engaged in putting on their outside garments, when the doorbell rang and Patsy glanced from one of the screened windows. An erect muscular dark featured man was standing on the front steps, awaiting the coming of Joseph, the detectives Butler. It's detective Conroy of headquarters said, Patsy. What sent him here before seven o'clock remarked Nick. He must have something on his mind. A case perhaps on which he wants to employ us or ask on your advice, Chick suggested. I shall take on no case until after I have sifted this robbery to the bottom. Nick said, decidedly. I promised to recover Strickland's stolen treasures, and I'm going to do it. That's the stuff, chief, nodded Patsy. Let's make good or bust a tire. Joseph ushered in the headquarters man at that moment. And Conroy said at once with a look of surprise at all. Great guns. I hardly expected to find you out of bed, Nick to say nothing of all hands being ready to leave the house. Something doing, Hey. Yes, Nick bowed. What's on your mind, Conroy. It's in my pocket Nick, rather than on my mind. Said Conroy smiling. I have an early appointment at headquarters, but I thought I'd take a chance of seeing you for a few moments as I was passing your house on my way. Here have a look at this. He drew from his pocket while speaking a small photograph, not more than three inches square, which evidently had been snapped with a Kodak or a small camera when the subject was ignorant of the fact for he was walking at the time. A man clad in clerical robes and his face was somewhat shaded from the sun by the broad brim of a black felt hat. It showed quite distinctly, nevertheless, that he was a man of about 30 years old. The smoothly shaved figures were of an almost effeminate cast. The square jaw and thin lips denoted firmness however, with bulldog nerve, tenacity and determination. His figure evidently was of medium build and in no respect, specially distinctive. Nick took a large reading glass from his desk and viewed the picture quite intently. Who is he Conroy? He inquired. He is without exception bar, none, Nick, the most accomplished most versatile and original. And for those reasons by far the most dangerous crook now at large, in this wicked world. Said detective Conroy forcibly. That face is a libel on his character. He looks more like a Saint than a thief. That is because perhaps it was taken while he was posing as a priest in Berlin where he swindled an Austrian Duchess out of jewels, worth$60,000 and got safely away with them. He has a record of which the devil himself would be proud. That is the only photograph of him known to be in existence. That is Mortimer Deland. Nick knew him by name and reputation and had read of his knavish exploits in Europe where most of his evil work had been done. A series of crimes covering a period of nearly 10 years, but accomplished with craft and elusiveness that had enabled him to avoid arrest and baffle the trained police of nearly every European country. Mortimer Deland was in fact almost a myth and mystery. So little was known of him. Aside from the extraordinary crimes that had made his name, notorious abroad and comparatively well-known to the police of America. Nick viewed the photograph with considerable interest, therefore, and then handed it to chick and Patsy for inspection. Where did you get it? Conroy? He inquired. It was sent to me by Jenks of Scotland yard. Replied the headquarters, man. It was snapped by an English woman who was in Berlin when the robbery of the Austrian Duchess was committed. There is no doubt about it. You think. Not the slightest. Jenks is absolutely sure that the woman made no mistake and is thoroughly reliable. Here's a copy of Deland's writing. Merely the fictitious name he inscribed on a hotel register. Both this and the photograph are entirely reliable. Make a tracery copy of the writing Patsy. Nick directed, handing him the scrap of paper Conroy had taken from his notebook. We may find it useful perhaps sooner or later. Mortimer Deland, eh? Well. If all I read of him is true Conroy. It will be a feather in the cap of the man who rounds up this rascal. I thought you might wish to see the photograph. Mmm, very much. Nick nodded. I'll fix the face in my mind though the print is too small to be of much value. The writing may prove useful however. I had another reason for dropping in to show them to you. Hm, what is that? Jenks wrote me that Mortimer Deland is probably in this country. If not New York city. On, what does he base that belief? First on the fact that there has been a complete secession of Deland's knavish work abroad for more than six months. That is a very long and unusual period for him to be idle. Scarcely a month has gone by for six or eight years, Nick, in which he has not committed a crime of some kind. Easily identified as his, because of their peculiarly, original and crafty character. There is no mistaking, his work. And the other reason? Because though it was not suspected at the time. It is now known that Deland flew from Vienna about six months ago and went to England. He is known to have been in London with a notorious English crook and adventuress named Fanny Coyle and that they bought passage for Boston more than four months ago. Now Boston would be poor picking for a man of Mortimer Deland's knavish aspirations. And it's long odds that he was heading for New York or one of the big Western cities. Be that as may, Nick, his whereabouts now is unknown. Fannie Coyle still is missing from England. I infer. Yes. When did you hear from Jenks? Only two days ago, this photograph or one like it was given to him about 10 days ago. He has clenched the points mentioned since then. Did he give you any information about Deland himself? His early life or his family. Nothing is known about him, said Conroy, shaking his head. The name probably is an alias. He is said to have as many others as he has hairs on his head. If he is half as clever as the foreign police assert. Here's Danny chief with the car, put in Patsy, turning from the window. Oh, Uh, we must be off. Conroy said, Nick, returning the photograph. I'm glad you came in. However, and I will keep Deland in mind. Let me know if you hear anything more about him. I will Nick surely. Conrad nodded while he accompanied the three detectives from the house and then proceeded on his way to police headquarters. 10 minutes later, Nick's touring car rounded a corner of fifth avenue and stopped in front of the Vanhousen building. The enclosed black wagon of an undertaker was standing in front of the Vaughn residence. Also a hack at the open door of which the driver was waiting. The casket had been brought out and placed in the great somber wagon. The rear door of which was still open. The Undertaker's assistant was bringing out the last of the numerous boxes of flowers, which nearly filled the wagon. Preceded by the undertaker, just as Nick and chick alighted from the touring car, Gerald Vaughn emerged from the house with Clarissa and closed the door. They are just leaving for Springfield with the body. Chick remarked in an undertone to Nick. Gerald Vaughn observed them and bowed gravely while he descended the steps with his sister who was heavily veiled. He placed her in the carriage then turned and said a few words to the undertaker afterward approaching the detectives who were, but a few feet away. Good morning gentlemen. He said bowing and smiling faintly. I have seen Mr. Strickland for a few moments this morning. He is much more composed than he was last night. I wish I might do more than merely wish you speedy success. Many thanks. Chick replied. We shall do all the weekend with the case. Nick added. Vaughn bowed again, then turned away and entered the waiting carriage. The door closed with a bang. The Hackman mounted to his box, caught up the reigns, then drove rapidly away. The Undertaker's wagon had already departed. Chapter four, what daylight revealed Nick Carter found Mr. Rudolph Strickland and his niece awaiting him. But Arthur Gordon had not yet arrived. I have talked with him by telephone, Mr. Carter. And he is now on his way here said Wilamena after their greeting. Well, there is nothing he can do to aid us. Nick replied. We shall set at work at once and you must remain here with Mr. Strickland. Find out Patsy, whether the photographer on the floor above has arrived, he promised to come down early this morning. Patsy hastened from the parlor in which they had been received, while Nick and chick at once proceeded to the rear rooms. We'll begin with the bathroom. Said Nick leading the way. Daylight may reveal more than I was able to discover last night. Ah, by Jove, I thought so. He had entered the bathroom and raised the lower section of the small ground glass window. A glance at the stone sill outside, which he then began to inspect with a powerful lens evoked his last more forcible remark. It's what I do not find. Nick replied. Notice the lack of dust on the upper surface of the stone. All that remains of the thin layer, which ordinarily would be there, is a small quantity next to each casing. The lens shows too, that it has been rubbed in each direction as if with a piece of cloth or a garment. Plainly enough. Chick agreed. It would be indiscernible, nevertheless, except in a bright light. Hm. That was the difficulty last evening. We had not light enough. You now suspect. More than suspect. Nick interrupted. I am now convinced that one of the crooks at least entered through this window. But how could he have reached it? There certainly was no ladder used or the janitor must have heard him. Nor is there any other window from which the rascal could have reached this one? If not from below chick, then he must have come from above. From the photographer's room? Or from the roof. Either would be possible Chick allowed, but we discovered no evidence of it. Besides Strickland stated that the bathroom door was locked and Gordon found it so when they entered. That would have been no barrier to a crook, clever enough to pull off a job of this kind. He would've pushed out the key and... stop a bit. We may find evidence of it. Turning back, Nick removed the key from the bathroom door to examine it with his lens. He quickly found what he was seeking. Ah, here we have it. He added. The end projecting beyond the tongue has been gripped with a pair of nippers. Notice the marks, they left on it. The rascal unlocked the door by turning the key with the nippers, relocking it by the same means before he left the flat. You think he went out through this window? I do. The chances are 10 to one. If he had left by way of the front door, that Madam Denise would have seen him. He is some athlete by Jove, if he climbed a rope to the roof or even to the photographer's window chick declared. He had Confederates who aided him. Nick replied. He could not have got away with such a quantity of plunder without assistance. Well, surely not. Hmm. Well, then let's have a look at that bedroom window. Nick led the way into the room where, still using his lens, he began a thorough inspection of the window lock, the sashes and pains, and finally the interior sill and the outside stonework. All that he found of any significance were a few tiny particles on the sill hardly discernible without a lens, but which when viewed through it appeared to be short, yellow, bristles or hairs. Quick to detect their true character and significance however, Nick said quite abruptly. I am right by Jove in that a rope was used. Here are particles of hemp on the sill. A rope or a hemp cord of smaller size was drawn in through this window. But why did the rascal use this window, Nick, after entering through that in the bathroom? CIC question. Nick leaned out of the window and gazed upward. I have it. He replied. A rope evidently was used for removing the plunder through this window, which is much larger than that in the bathroom. It was not lowered to the rear area, however, for there is no exit to the street, nor was it drawn up to the quarters of Gilbert, the photographer, or we would have found evidence of it last night. It must have been drawn up to the roof, therefore, and then transferred by some means to another building or. What's up. Chick cried interrupting. Nick had drawn back into the room with an abruptness that startled his assistant even more than the altered expression on his strong, clean cut face. I think chick we've been fooled. Fooled? What the deuce d'you mean? I mean. Nick did not remain to say what he meant. Instead with a sharper light, leaping up into his eyes, he Strode hurriedly to the front parlor in which Mr. Strickland and Wilamena then were seated. You told me last evening, Mr. Strickland, that Gerald Vaughn and his sister are old friends of yours. How long have you known them? He asked pausing in the middle of the room. Why, Only since they have lived next door. Mr. Carter, was the reply with a look of surprise. And how long is that? About four months near as I can remember. They do not own the corner house then? Ah, no. It is owned by Colonel Morgan Barker who had been living abroad with his wife and two daughters for nearly a year. Their children are studying music in Berlin. The Vaughns met them. And as they were about to visit New York for a few months, they arrange with Colonel baka to occupy his furnished house during their stay here. Who is Colonel Barker's agent in New York. A Mr. John Archer, I believe who has an office on Broadway. Mr. Vaughn brought a letter to him from Colonel Barker, directing him to let him occupy the house and. And turn, unless I am much mistaken as crafty a trick as one often hears of, Nick interrupted with more austerity than he ordinarily displayed. Come with me chick and ah, here is Patsy. What do you say has the photographer arrived. Mr. Gilbert has just gone up. Chief said Patsy, who had entered while Nick was speaking. Come then both of you. Said Nick without further explanations. He hurried from the room, followed by both chick and Patsy and led the way to the top floor. The photographer had just unlocked the door of the studio. Good morning, Gilbert. Nick greeted him familiarly. I want to visit your roof once more. Certainly Nick as many times as you wish. Go ahead. You know, the way. Nick already was on his way to the rear room where he quickly mounted the ladder and opened the scuttle leading to the roof. One after another, the three detectives climbed out. It presented in the bright morning, sunlight a much different appearance from that of the night before. There was much less danger of a slip and a fall to the pavements far below. Nick at once approached the rear edge of it at a point directly over the window of the bedroom in the Strickland flat. Some of the gravel near the edge had been brushed away. Crouching to gaze over. Nick made a discovery that immediately confirmed his increasing suspicions. In the upper surface of the timber forming the edge of the roof, were four holes, somewhat less than a foot apart. And which evidently had been recently made with four large screws. Here we have it. Nick cried when chicken Patsy approached. There has been a rigging of some kind screwed to this timber. Gee! That's as plain as twice two chief said Patsy. Notice that it is directly in line with the chimney, which is less than eight feet from the edge of the roof. If I am not mistaken. No I am right. Nick broke off then added confidently rising to inspect the chimney. Uh, huh. Here are splinters of wood on some of the bricks. Also particles evidently rubbed from a rope. Here in the gravel, beyond the chimney too, are indications that the end of a piece of joist rested. You think then? The evidence speaks for itself. Nick interposed, a long piece of joist made fast to the chimney was run out over an ordinary saw horse. I judge, which was fastened to a strip of board, securely strewed to the edge of the roof. A rope from the outer end of the joist or, or rigging of some kind enabled one of the crooks to descend the windows of the Strickland flat. But it would have hung opposite to the bedroom window said chick gazing down. He could easily have swung himself to the bathroom window. Gee, it would've made some stunt chief in the wind and darkness said, Patsy. We are up against Rascals, capable of more desperate deeds than that. Nick declared. I think we can now learn where they came from and what more they did. Come with me. Quickly crossing the roof. Nick approached the edge, overlooking the roof of the corner residence. The latter was only five feet below with no space between them and he immediately dropped over the edge followed by chick and Patsy. Nearly in the middle of the roof was a square skylight to which all three hastened and through which Nick peered intently. He could see only part of the upper hall, some eight feet below and the closed doors of two adjoining rooms. By Jove, we are on the right track. Chick remarked. This skylight has been recently opened. He pointed to some blurred finger marks in the dust, on the pains and sashes. And Nick drew a knife from his pocket with which to force open the slightly sloping window. I am so sure I am right that we will not stand on ceremony. He said a bit grimly. The birds have flown. house is, probably deserted the plunder we are seeking has been carried away under our very noses. You don't mean in that Undertaker's wagon, chief cried, Patsy. That is precisely what I mean. Gee whiz the death of the housekeeper then there has been no death. Nick interrupted all the while at work, trying to pry open the skylight. The whole business is a craftily planned job from the time Gerald Vaughn so called, met Colonel Barker in Berlin. If he really did meet him there and learned that this house was to be vacant for several months. We'll soon find out whether I am right. And. Now it gives. Lend a hand, Chick, and we can raise it. Nick had contrived to partly remove the hook that secured the skylight and it then proved easy to raise the ladder. Close it after us Patsy and return by the way we came, Nick directed. Say nothing about what we have found and are doing, go down to the front door of this house and wait for me to admit you. I'm wise chief. Said Patsy. I will nail anyone who attempts to leave. There is no one in the house. Nick repeated. I am sure of that. Come with me, chick. He turned with the last and dropped down to the upper hall, chick quickly following him. We'll cover the ground as we go, he added. These rooms chick to begin with. They found in the first one they entered, the evidence confirming Nicks deductions and suspicions, a piece of joist about 10 feet long. a sawhorse fixed on a baseboard that had been secured to the upper edge of the roof. A coil of rope. A block and tackle. A broad Wicker basket, nearly three feet long to each end handle of which was tied a long hemp cord. Great guns. This does settle it. Check exclaimed. What kind of a rigging is this. What use had they, for this huge basket. A brief inspection of the several articles enabled Nick to hit upon the truth. Well, it's perfectly plain chick. He replied. That basket was hung from the end of the joist and lower to Strickland's bedroom window. That was done after one of the crooks had descended and entered through the bathroom. He probably was the only one in Strickland's flat. Notice the long cord on each end of the basket. What do you make of them? One was used to draw the suspended basket to a window of this house. The other draw back again to that in Strickland's bedroom. The crook in that apartment, loaded the basket with portions of the plunder as speedily as he could transfer it to the bedroom. And this Confederate then drew it to a window of this house and unloaded it. There is no telling how many times that was repeated. Another Confederate was probably at work on the roof from which he could easily have guided the basket. And in other ways, assisted the thief in the flat below. That's how it was done. Chick as sure as fate. By Jove I believe you're right. This rigging tells the story. But why the alleged death of the housekeeper, the casket, the flowers, the. It may be explained with a breath. Nick interrupted. Vaughn evidently is an exceedingly clever crook. Also the two women who have been living here with him. They became friendly with Strickland only to learn his habits and the feasibility of this job. It was planned for last evening and the Rascals would have found a way to lure him from the flat, even if his niece and Arthur Gordon had not saved them the trouble. No doubt. Chick quickly allowed. They foresaw that they could not remove the plunder in any ordinary way. So they devised this method to bring it to this house. Nick continued. They knew too that the crime would soon be discovered. So soon in fact, that it would be hazardous to attempt to getting away with their booty, from this house on the same night. So they fake the death of the housekeeper in order to avert suspicion and a consequent search of the house. Chick remarked. Is that your view of it? Exactly. Nick nodded. They reasoned rightly that crooks would not be suspected of operating from a house in which a death had occurred and the corpse still was lying. The wreath on the door, the casket in the parlor, the boxes, presumably containing flowers. These have completely fooled us chick. Partly because of Strickland's statement that the Vaughns were friends of his. I supposed, of course, that they were old residents here. If he had told me what he stated this morning, I would at once have suspected something wrong. Well certainly, said Chick, I see the point. But the casket and boxes contained instead of a corpse and supposed floral tokens, the very plunder we were seeking. Nick added with ominous grimness. The Rascals got away with it this morning and under our very eyes. The whole business was more cunning and crafty than we often run up against. There is no denying that Nick for fair. Well, Let's look, father. We'll see what more we can find. It will be little enough I imagine. The Rascals have cleaned out their own belongings, no doubt, and have no intention of returning. They realized that a daylight investigation would surely expose their game. Nick's prediction proved to be correct. Several of the bedrooms on the floor below were in shocking disorder. Beds had been left unmade. Wardrobe closets were empty. Bureau drawers contained nothing, but the dust and rubbish left by the miscreants. There appeared to be. Not the slightest clue to their true identity. Nick glanced sharply through several rooms, then hastened down to the ground floor. There the dining room and kitchen we're in corresponding disorder. Soiled dishes, and the remnants of breakfast still stood on the table. We'll have a look in the library, said, Nick, leading the way. Uh, there is Patsy at the front door. You'd better admit him. Chick hastened to do so. Nick entered the library. A sheet of paper was propped up conspicuously against a book on the table. It contained several pen written lines. Nick took up the sheet and read them. My dear Carter. You solve the problem tardily. You arrive a little too late. There will be nothing for you in attempting to run down the writer. He is in a class of his own and much your superior. Take a tip from me, therefore, and drop this matter. Don't dig deeper into it, or you're surely tread on a rattlesnake. A word to the wise should be sufficient or this warning from. Gerald Vaughn. Nick Carter's face underwent a quick change. He had made a discovery, which Gerald Vaughan had not for a moment anticipated. He recognized the writing or felt reasonably sure that he did. It was identical with the fine clean cut hand exhibited by detective Conroy that morning. The writing of Mortimer Deland. Is the criminal mastermind, Mortimer Deland, really behind the Strickland robbery. Or is it simply a coincidence? Can Nick Carter keep his promise to Mr. Strickland that he will return his valuable collection or is Gerald Vaughn simply too clever for our Intrepid detective? Tune in next episode for another thrilling chapter, from the case files of the Nick Carter mystery, the mask of death, or Nick Carter's curious case. Hey, this story is turning out to be another good one. 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