“I will be better prepared when I go there to-morrow,” said Nick, to himself. “I will get a hold of that beggar if he is anywhere around, and I will see if he knows anything about the murders. It may be that he is the man that has committed the crimes.
“I am sure of one thing, and that is that he is a fraud, pure and simple. Another thing that I must do is to get a hold of the crook, Billy Young, and see what he knows about the killing of my man yesterday.”
If Nick Carter had seen the machine that went by the doctor’s house, while he was inside, he would not have been so sure of reaching the spot in the woods where the murders were committed.
The men who had been sent by Jack Weeden were in the machine.
Of course Nick did not know this.
He drove on, thinking of the things that he had to do.
The vehicle swayed from side to side as it rattled over the cobblestones; this did not worry Nick, as his thoughts were too much taken up by other things.
He had reached the park, when the car gave a sudden lurch and toppled over on its side.
It was smashed to pieces.
That Nick was not killed seemed to him to be a miracle.