“It is made payable to bearer.”
“I will cash it for you, Elmer Greer, with these.”
The false whiskers were plucked off, and Nick Carter, a pair of handcuffs in his hand, confronted the villain.
“A thousand furies!” yelled the rascal, springing into the other room and closing the door after him.
The detective drew his pistol and ran into the hall.
There was no one going downstairs; Greer must be in the rear room.
“Open the door.”
Nick Carter drove his foot through one of the panels.
Greer fired through the door at the detective.
The bullet went wide of its mark, but it found a lodging place in Mignon Field’s bosom.