Andy Margate did not revive from the dose Nick Carter had given him, as he had from that taken from his own hand. This time, indeed, he was as dead as a doornail.
The document, as well as the property stolen from Senator Barclay, were easily found and restored to proper hands, and the circumstances were never even dreamed of by Sir Edward Deland, much to the relief and gratitude of the beautiful girl whom Nick had served so cleverly.
He went even farther than that, moreover, interceding with a local judge for the medical students, with the result that their transgression was never made public, and the Dabney Medical College escaped without a smirch on its reputation.
So the strange case ended to the satisfaction of all—save the knaves responsible for it.
THE END.
“The Mark of Cain; or, Nick Carter’s Air-line Case,” will be the title of the long, complete story which you will find in the next issue, No. 148, of the Nick Carter Stories, out July 10th. You will also find several other articles of interest, together with the usual installment of the serial now running.[{41}]
Sheridan of the U. S. Mail.
By RALPH BOSTON.
CHAPTER I.
THE BOSS DEFIED.
The man in the gray uniform of Uncle Sam’s postal service laughed lightly. “Don’t talk like a boob,” he said. “I’m not defying any organization, and I have no desire to make an enemy of Mr. Samuel J. Coggswell or anybody else. If he’s petty and narrow-minded enough to get sore on me just because I refuse to give up five dollars for a picnic ticket for which I have no earthly use, well, I can’t help it.”
The smile upon his good-humored face suddenly gave place to a sterner expression. “And let me tell you,” he went on, “I don’t like your method of selling tickets. The way you go about it looks to me very much like blackmail. I never had the pleasure of meeting your friend, Mr. Coggswell, but if he instructed you to hold up strangers on the street, and hand them that line of talk, I haven’t any use for him; and you can tell him I said so.”