She received a long sentence, and it is hardly likely that she will ever again embark on a career of wickedness.
CHAPTER XI.
AT THE DOG SHOW.
Next day was “blue Monday” with Nick, and he decided to try the Dog Show at Madison Square Garden as a cure for the “dumps.”
After luncheon he set out to visit the Garden, little dreaming what fresh adventures were in store for him as the result of that visit.
He had barely entered the hall than a prominent banker, known for the keen interest he took in the development of the dog, and who was one of the officers of the society under whose auspices the dog show was held, greeted him with the remark:
“Of all men, Mr. Carter, you are the man I most wish to see. Some miscreant is poisoning our dogs here. The fourth animal is just now dying from a dose—all valuable animals.”
“Have you suspicions?” asked Nick, scenting mystery at once, and nothing loath to tackle another puzzle now that he had placed the Brown Robin behind prison bars.
“Not the slightest suspicions,” replied the banker, “although the owner is making wild charges and threats, but, then, that is from her grief.”
“Her?” asked Nick, in surprise.
“Yes; Mrs. Constant—poor Al Constant’s widow.”