“Yes. But it wasn’t that which startled her. It was the face and appearance of the man; of a man whom she supposed to have been dead four years, at least; of the man whom she had once married, and whom she had tenderly loved, until she discovered that he was a crook, when she deserted him and got a divorce.”
“What did she do?”
“What would nine out of ten women do, under like circumstances?” retorted the detective.
“Let out a yell, I suppose.”
“Nan cried out his name. ‘Jimmy!’ she exclaimed; and he dropped the gun to the floor, and called back, ‘Nan!’”
“Tableau!” said Chick.
“Precisely,” said Nick Carter.