"On your feet, eh? You were lucky to escape,
Detective Carter."
"And you'll be lucky if you escape Detective Carter," sternly retorted
Nick, quickly stamping out the fire. "I'll finally land you, my crafty
young woman, though I lie awake nights to devise a way."
Cervera gave vent to a shrill, vindictive laugh.
"Do you think you can do it?" she demanded, mockingly.
"You'll find that I can."
"Better men than you have tried--and failed."
"Yet I shall succeed."
"Do you feel quite sure of it?"
"Absolutely."
"Then I think I'd better see your finish this very night, since I now
have you cornered!" cried Cervera, in taunting tones, "It may not be
wise to defer it."
Then Nick beheld a second burning newspaper coming his way.
"Let up, you demon!" he shouted, angrily. "You'll set the house afire."
"Wouldn't it be a shame! And what would become of you?"
"Don't try it again, young woman, or worse may be your fate."
"Oh! is that so?" sneered Cervera, maliciously. "We'll see."
Down came another burning paper, and by the light of it Nick now
discovered a closed door in one of the walls. It was directly under the
closet door in Cervera's chamber, both of which evidently had once been
used for entering the elevator.
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