“Not the slightest; this case is in your hands now, and you have full charge to bring whom you will, and to do as you please.”
“Well, then, let’s be off, as every minute may be valuable.”
Just as they were about to leave the room a great commotion was heard in the hall, and the sound of excited voices reached their ears.
“I wonder what the racket is all about?” cried the inspector.
At that moment the door burst open and a man, bareheaded, staggered into the room.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
NICK CARTER’S NARROW ESCAPE.
The man was bleeding from a great wound in his right temple, his face was pale as death, and he was gasping for breath.
“Great heavens! it is Sweet,” exclaimed Nick Carter, as he sprang forward. “Who has done this, Tom?”
“Billy Young—Weeden——”
As he gasped out the words, Sweet’s head fell forward. He tried to finish the sentence; a spasmodic shudder ran through his frame, and he was dead.