"You don't know Nick Carter! I'll
tell you, Spotty, he can smell a rat further than any ferret that ever
shoved his nose under a miller's barn. As sure as death and taxes, Nick
Carter will run us down and land us, every mother's son of us--unless we
can get him, and put him down and out."
"By Heaven, I begin to think so myself," growled Stall. "If we--"
"There are no ifs, ands or buts about it, Matt," interrupted Kilgore,
decisively. "We must down them both, Nick and Chick Carter, or our game
is as good as done for."
"But how can we land them, Dave, and when?"
"I already have a plan, and I think the first move may be made this
very night."
"What's the plan, Dave?"
"To lure both detectives into Venner's house, and there do them up. If
we can get them to come there voluntarily, their fate may never be
learned, and our tracks will be better covered than by doing the job
elsewhere."
"That's true enough, since they're not likely to disclose their
intentions, and if they come in disguise, no one about here will have
recognized them."
"That's just my theory."
"But how can we lure them to Venner's house?"
"With the help of Pylotte, whom they do not know, nor ever heard of.
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