"Oh!" said Rogers. "You are Mr. Nick Carter?"
"Yes."
"Won’t you be seated?" continued the young man. "I wished to see you upon a very sad and mysterious matter."
The detective watched him keenly as he spoke; but did not interrupt.
"My father lies dead in the next room. The doctors say he died of heart disease, but I have a different opinion."
"Ah!" sighed Nick. "And what may your opinion be, Mr. Rogers?"
"I believe he was murdered."
"Murdered?"
"Yes."
"Upon what do you base this suspicion?"