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No. 152. August 7, 1915. Price Five Cents.
THE FORCED CRIME;
Or, NICK CARTER’S BRAZEN CLEW.
Edited by CHICKERING CARTER.[Pg 2]
CHAPTER I.
A TALE OF BURGLARS.
“You say this burglar has got into your bedroom three times?”
“Yes, Carter. Three times that I know of. He may have got in oftener foraught I know.”
“Hardly likely, Mr. Bentham. If you woke up three times and saw him, itindicates that there is something in his presence which affects you evenin your sleep. It is a psychological influence, evidently.”
Professor Matthew Bentham, one of the most learned scientists inBrooklyn, shook his head. He knew too much about psychology to believeit was an agent in his case.
“That explanation won’t do, Carter,” he declared. “On each occasion Ihave been awakened by a distinct noise in the room.”
“But you never got up to interfere with the man,” Nick Carter remindedhim. “That isn’t your way. No one ever has insinuated that you lack inphysical courage. You are an athlete, too. I have had the gloves on withyou, remember, and I know how you handle yourself. There must have beensomething to make you lie still in bed while a stranger was ransackingyour bedchamber.”
The famous detective was sitting comfortably in Professor Bentham’swell-appointed library on the ground floor of the latter’s home nearProspect Park, and both were smoking.
Carter had dropped in casually to see his friend, and the sub