"I despise him, not fear him! I
tell you again, I will fool and foil Nick Carter, as I have fooled and
foiled his betters!"
"His better as a detective never lived, Sanetta."
"I care not! I defy him, and will yet show you that--"
"Hush! Hark! A cab has stopped outside!"
Cervera changed like a flash.
With the bound of a leopard, one of those lightning moves with which she
could electrify an audience from the stage, she crossed the adjoining
room, which was in darkness, and reached the front window.
One glance through the lace draperies was enough.
Nick Carter was just alighting from his carriage.
Cervera darted back and rejoined Venner.
"It is Carter--Nick Carter himself!" she fiercely whispered, with all
the fire of her passionate Spanish nature ablaze in her eyes.
"Carter! Good God!"
"Be off, Rufe, and leave him to me!"
"To you alone?"
"Yes."
"He already is on your track for this crime."
"I'll foil him yet! Leave him to me alone!" Cervera fiercely cried. "Be
off by the back stairs, then through the stable and the side alley. Go
to your own home, and from there signal Kilgore to have the secret way
to the plant open for me. Here--the paper! Take it away with you! I'll
elude Carter--"
"But he may arrest you at once," protested Venner, excitedly.
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