Nick glanced again at the photograph—little dreaming at that moment, however, how important a clue he then held in his hand.
CHAPTER III.
NICK CARTER HELD UP.
Despite that he then attached no special significance to the photograph, the fact that Nick Carter was of a peculiarly impressionable nature, and that any unusual circumstance quickly stirred his rare detective instinct, appeared in his next question and the abruptness with which it was asked.
“How did it happen, Weston, that this picture of the scene was taken during the robbery?”
“I’ll tell you,” replied the Boston chief.
“One moment,” interposed Nick. “First, tell me something about the victims of the robbery.”
“The Mrs. Badger mentioned,” replied Weston, “is the wife of one Amos G. Badger, a wealthy Boston stock-broker. He owns a fine old place on one of the most desirable outskirts of Brookline, inherited from his father some years ago, and the couple move in the most exclusive circles of the local fashionable society. Badger’s place is on Laurel Road, and covers several acres.”
“Go on,” nodded Nick; “I follow you.”