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you to be constantly on your guard, sir."
"Oh. I am always more or less on my guard. I am not afraid."
"I know that. I merely wished to warn you."
"I was brought up in the West when it was a wild place, Carter. I have been used to danger all my life. I have faced death a great many times, and I am not going torun away from a parcel of little brown men, now."
"No; I don't think you are one of that kind."
"Besides, it is a long- a lifetime habit of mine to go around prepared."
"That is a good idea, especially under the present circumstances."
All that time Nick was looking out of the window, watching closely everything that was occurring on the opposite side of the street where he had discovered the spy standing, and watching him.
For the reader knows that Nick Carter went everywhere, prepared for all things that might happen.
The letter he had received from the President, while it had explained nothing, had nevertheless informed the detective at once what he was called to Washington for; and he had gone there prepared to take up the case in his own way.
And just at that moment, when he seemed to become somewhat abstracted, and did not pay the strict attention to the senator that he had been doing, it was because he saw one of his assistants come around the corner near the drug store and slowly approach the spot where the spy was standing.
It was Patsy, and Patsy was ready to obey any signal that his chief might choose to convey to him- for Patsy was one of three who had accompanied Nick Carter to Washington that day, coming, however, secretly, so that no one save themselves might understand that Nick had brought any one with him.
And now when Patsy appeared around the corner and approached the spot where the spy was standing, the detective leaned back in his chair and raised his arms three times over his head.
It was his signal to Patsy.
CHAPTER IV.
NICK CARTER'S PERFECT PLANS.
"One would suppose that you were signaling, to the spy," said the senator, watching him.
"I was signaling, but not to the spy," replied the detective.
"To whom, then?"
"To one of my assistants, senator." Nick was now shading his lips with one hand so that what he was saying could not be read.
"Do you mean that one of your assistants is over there, near the spy?" asked the senator.
"Yes."
"I begin to understand you now."
"Surely-"
"You brought him here secretly, I suppose."
"Yes; he and two others. They are all busy, right now, doing part of the work that is required of them."
"It was a happy thought when you did that, Carter. One of your assistants is a Jap, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"Is that one here, too, to assist you?"
"No. However faithful to me Ten-Ichi is, I would not ask him to work against his own people. I left him in New York."
"But you said you had three assistants with you."
"So I have. But one of them-Danny-has not been promoted to that position just yet, so far as the title is concerned. He is really my chauffeur; but he is a good lad for all that and quite capable of doing good work. I brought Chick, Patsy, and Danny: and right now, senator, Patsy is approaching that fellow over there, Please don't turn your head to look."
"I won't. You may tell me about it."
"Patsy has ordered a carriage to drive around and up against the curb, directly in front of where the spy is standing. The carriage is approaching now."
"Yes."
"Now it pulls up at the curb; and now-" The detective turned his chair so that he no longer faced the window, and he added: "In about half an hour, senator, we will take a walk together, and interview that spy; that is, if you care to accompany me."
"I should say I do care, Carter. What a fellow you are. But tell me what happened over there. You know I was seated so that I could not see, and you would not permit me to turn."
"No. I didn't think it best, at the moment."
"Tell me what happened, won't you."
"Certainly. A carriage drove around the corner toward the spot where the spy was standing at the same moment that Patsy approached the man on foot. Inside the carriage was either one of the other of my men, Chick or Danny."
"Yes."
"When the carriage was near enough to the spy, the door of it swung open, and the instant it did so, Patsy acted."
"What did he do?"
"He hit Mr. Spy a clip behind the ear with his fist, and in such a manner that he sent the man reeling straight into the open door of the carriage. When the fellow pitched through the door, Chick, or Danny-the one who was in the