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CHAPTER VII.
THE STRANGLER'S THREAT.
AMENINȚAREA ȘTRANGULATORULUI
După ce s-au asigurat că detectivul e de negăsit, cei trei bărbați, Tony, Morgan și complicele lor, Crofty,
s-au întors în cabină.
Nick le-a urmat îndeaproape și ajuns la ușa de intrare exact la timp pentru a auzi ce vorbesc ei.
"L-ați prins?" întrebă căpitanul când cei trei bărbați s-au întors de pe punte.
"A scăpat," replică Morgan, laconic.
"Cum?"
"A zburat, presupun. Nici urmă de el nicăieri."
"Uite!" zise căpitanul radicând brațul drept, pe care i-l rănise Nick în luptă. "Încheitura mea e ruptă.
Trebuie să plătească pentru asta. Știi cine era, Tony?"
"Da."
"Când?"
"Mâine, atunci."
"Bah! Dacă reușești să-l prinzi într-o săptămână, îți dau o mie de dolari."
"S-a făcut, căpitane. E un om mort. Ștreangul meu n-a ratat niciodată pînă acum. Mulți au pierit sub
strânsoarea mea, și oh, ce mult îmi place să-i văd cum se luptă pentru ultima suflare."
"Nu bate deloc," replică Morgan. "Ploaia a căzut toată noaptea. N-am fi putut ajunge la cuib în noaptea
asta oricât am fi încercat."
Soon there came a gentle splash in the water, and he knew that they had put the boat over the side-the very
one behind which he had hidden, when they were searching for him so eagerly.
That they had some rendezvous on shore near that point, Nick felt certain, and he resolved to follow them
at all risks.
Standing in the stern of his own boat with a single oar, he could force her through the water as silently as a
shadow, while he conjectured that they would row, and that he could thus follow the sound of their oars in
the water.
He was right.
They were soon in the boat and rowing rapidly away, while Nick followed them, sculling as fast as they
rowed. A long pier stretched far out into the bay, near by, and they made directly for it.
The noise made by their oars in the water ceased, and Nick paused, knowing that they had gone beneath
the pier.
His boat touched the pier, and drawing in his oar, he used his hands upon the planking, to force his boat
ahead.
The silence of death and the blackness of the Styx reigned supreme.
Cautiously Nick drew his little dark-lantern from his pocket, pressed the spring and opened the slide.
The empty boat employed by the men in coming from the sloop was immediately before him, but the men
had disappeared.
The boat was fastened to a cross-beam of the pier, just where a crib was sunk into the water.
It was not likely that they had jumped into the river, and therefore it followed that there must be a way of
passing through the crib, or of reaching the dock from that point.
He searched the crib and was examining it intently, when something, he knew not what, caused him to
turn his head suddenly.
There was a flash and a loud report, and a bullet whizzed past his ear.
Like a shot he turned and leaped toward the point from whence the flash had proceeded, for in that one
instant he had seen the dark form of a man.
He reached him and seized him in his iron grasp, but even as he did so, the man who had fired the shot
was endeavoring to escape.
They grappled just as he was balanced on the gunwale of the boat, and the next instant they were in the
river and floating away with the tide.
The struggle was short, for one man was no match for Nick.
As soon as they came to the surface, Nick twisted himself free from his opponent's grasp, and struck him a
violent blow in the face with his fist.
He would not have been rendered senseless more quickly if struck with a hammer, and Nick quietly swam
to the nearest wharf with his prisoner.
Having reached it, he pulled the fellow upon the planks, and then with all the expertness of a pickpocket,
searched him.
He found nothing of interest to him, and so left the man upon the dock, to revive as best he could, or to
stay there senseless until found. Nick, who was an extremely expert swimmer, again plunged boldly into
the water.
He headed straight for the pier where he had left his boat, and reached it without accident. Then he set out
at once for the pier where the boat had been procured, realizing that the men were too much on their guard
for him to learn more that night.
Once landed, he hurried to the ferry, crossed to New York, and took the elevated road.
"It is my belief that these men know something about the death of Eugenie La Verde," he thought, "and
that Tony knows more of the particulars than the others."
"For the sake of the argument, I will premise that Tony went to the house on the night of the murder, and
that he strangled the girl with his cord.
"What did these men expect to gain by murdering a danseuse? Not money or jewels, certainly, for they left
both, to a considerable amount, on the bureau.
"How did they enter the house from the street, and how leave it?
"In what way is this captain, who is evidently an American, to be benefited by Eugenie's death?
"Those fellows are on their guard, now, They know that I am after them and they will be more than
ordinarily cautious, unless Tony succeeds in getting his deadly string around my neck!"
He was soon again in the house in Forty-seventh street, where the beautiful Eugenie La Verde had met her
sudden and mysterious fate.
As he stood upon the threshold, he thought he heard a rustling noise not unlike that made by the dress of a
woman as she passed across a floor.
Quickly he brought forth his little lantern, and touched the button, throwing a gleam of light into the
apartment.
From point to point he turned the ray of light, himself remaining standing in the door-way.
A moment's search satisfied him on that point, but he was equally sure that he had heard something.
What?
Had a person been there when he stepped over the threshold? and if so, by what means had that person left
the room?
The noises that he had heard could not have been made by a rat, or a mouse.
If the room had been tenanted by a human being who wished to escape observation, why had that person
not gone while he was yet in the lower hall, instead of waiting until he stood upon the very threshold of
the room?
Perhaps the occupant of the apartment was sleeping when he entered, and did not rouse until the last
moment.
Wonderingly, Nick approached the bed, for he had a peculiar feeling that it was not a human being that
had been in the room when he entered, and yet his reason told him that it was.
Suddenly, having lighted the gas and turned toward the bed, he started.
Before him was the proof that somebody or something had been there since he had left the place.
He remembered perfectly how the pillows had been placed when he was there before, and now they were
differently located. One of them was near the foot of the bed and the other was on the floor.