“It’s clear enough,” said Nick quietly. “When you flung this man on top of the other, the needles were driven into both of them. It was poetic justice. The murder of Andrew Anderton has been avenged.”
“This one with the scarred ear is the fellow who actually killed Mr. Anderton, wasn’t he?” asked Patsy.
“Yes, I have ample proof of that. This other man was concerned in it, too. The only thing I want now is to get the archconspirator—the man who arranged the murder—Sang Tu.”
“You mean Professor Tolo, don’t you?” asked Patsy.
“It may turn out to be the same thing,” returned Nick Carter. “We shall have to find that out later. Hello, Chick!” he called up the stairs. “Have you got those two fellows, all right?”
“Yes,” replied Chick. “I have handcuffs on both of them. What am I to do with them now?”
“I’ll go out and grab that caretaker. Then I’ll bring him in and make him telephone to the police station for a patrol wagon. I don’t know how deep he is in this thing. He can explain that to the police.”
“Why don’t you telephone, yourself, chief?” asked Chick. “They’d probably pay more attention to you than to the old man.”
“Yes, and they’d question me more than I care for, too,” replied Nick. “I don’t want to answer questions until I am face to face with the man who asks them. This case isn’t wound up yet, you know.”
THE END.