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her struggles by the exercise of physical
violence, other than that of choking his Victim.
The marks upon her throat were peculiar and very striking.
Some of the detectives thought that the assassin had used both hands
simultaneously; others believed that he had made use of a rope, holding
one end in either hand and winding it twice around her neck.
There was one fact which seemed to upset every theory that was
advanced. The door between the room and the hall-way was closed,
although not locked.
The bed on which Eugenie was murdered was so situated that it would
have been absolutely impossible for anyone to enter the room without
being seen by her. The gas was brilliantly lighted, and was so found in
the morning after the crime. Delia Dent had never known her mistress
to fall asleep while reading, or to neglect to extinguish the gas when
ready to compose herself for the night.
Was there a third person in the house, whose presence was known to
her alone?
Preposterous! Delia could not have failed to be aware of such a fact,
and the person could not have left the house without being discovered,
or leaving traces of his manner of exit.
Nothing had. ever been whispered against the character of Eugenie La
Verde, and the coroner's inquest proved that she had been worthy of her
reputation for modesty and purity.
The crime was a month old when, one evening shortly after dark,
Inspector Byrnes went quietly up the steps of Nick Carter's residence.

Everybody believed that the chief had given the matter up, and he was
perfectly willing that the public should have that opinion.
In the meantime, he had decided that there was one man in New York
who might be able to solve the mystery.
Hence, his quiet call upon Nick Carter.
CHAPTER II.
THE INTERVIEW.
Nick Carter was at home when the inspector called, and he received
him as he would have received no other man in the whole city of New
York; in his own proper person. One of the cardinal points of Nick's
faith in himself was that by keeping himself entirely unknown to
everybody his various disguises were rendered absolutely impenetrable.
"I am glad to see you, inspector," was his greeting to the chief. "Sit
down, help yourself to a cigar and we will talk it all over, for I suppose
you are here on business."
"You are right, Nick."
"You never come unless there is something of importance on hand.
What is it to-night?"
"The Eugenie La Verde affair."
"Why, I thought that was given up."
"So it is-by everybody except myself."
"Ah! By the way, I see that-"
"That Delia Dent is dead? Yes."
"Do you take any stock in her knowing aught of the murder,
inspector?"

"None whatever. She was as innocent as you, or I."
"My opinion, although of course I know nothing about the case."
"Have you a theory, Nick?"
"No. I avoid theories as I do the typhus or the small-pox. They are
dangerous and very catching."
"Exactly. Still one thinks."
"Yes-unfortunately."
"Nick, I want you to take this matter in hand and sift it to the bottom."
"Easier said than done, inspector."
"I believe that you can do it."
"It is a very blind case."
"Everybody else has failed. Will you try it, Nick? There is a murderer
somewhere, and he must be found if it takes years to do it. Will you try
it?"
"Yes."
"Thank you. I feared that you would refuse, and yet-----"
"I may want a favor sometime, eh?"
"Precisely."
"When am I to begin, and what are your instructions?"
"Begin when you choose, and follow your own bent independently of
everybody. I have only one order to give."
"What is that?"

"That no one but ourselves must know that you are on the case."
"I should have made that point a condition of my taking it, inspector."
"You are familiar with the details of the case, I suppose?"
"Yes, sufficiently to begin, unless you have some particular pointer to
give me."
"No, there are no pointers in the case."
"Humph! Did Eugenie have any relatives living?"
"Yes; a mother."
"She left some property, did she not?"
"Yes, her mother inherits. I have not learned very much regarding her
connections."
"What becomes of the house? Did she own it?"
"Yes. It is at present locked and deserted."
"Ah-and you have the key!"
"Certainly."
"Will you give it to me."
"Yes. I have it with me. Here it is."
"Good. While I am at work upon the ease, inspector, will you see that
the house remains undisturbed?"
"I will."
"Did the newspapers recount everything concerning the murder
correctly?"

"Oh, yes. There was so little to say regarding the surroundings, that I
am sure they