That something was the form of a young woman seated in a chair before an open scroll-topped desk. One arm hung helplessly at her side, and she had, apparently, partly fallen forward until her head and left arm rested upon the desk.
Nick recognized in this form the victim of a tragedy.[{6}]
Before the detective had time to move a step forward, the elder man, with those gray eyes focused upon Nick’s face, said:
“What do you want?”
“I want to know what has been going on here.”
The younger man had wheeled around facing Nick, and he, in turn, asked:
“Who are you?”
“I am Nick Carter.”
To Nick’s surprise the young man moved back several steps as if annoyed or confused, and the elder scowled without removing his gray eyes from Nick’s face.
The latter advanced to the desk where the form of the young woman reclined, and made a quick examination.