The Mystery of St. Agnes Hospital | Page 2

an hour he returned with a young man whom he presented
as the important witness for whom he had been in search.
"Your name is Adolf Klein?" said Nick.
The witness nodded. He was a bashful, awkward fellow, who did not
seem to be possessed of the average intelligence.
"Where do you work?" was the next question.
"I'm a bartender in Orton's saloon, up on the avenue."
"Do you know what has become of Patrick Deever?"
"All I know is this: I was passing the grounds of the hospital Monday
evening and stopped just by the wall. The reason I stopped was that I
heard Pat Deever inside, talking very loud. He called somebody an old
fool and swore at him."
The witness paused. He seemed to be a good deal excited. It was not
very warm in the room, but the perspiration was pouring off of Klein's
forehead.
"Was that all you heard?" asked Nick.
"No; I heard more hard talk, and then a blow was struck. It sounded
heavy and dull. Then came more blows. Somebody seemed to be
pounding. It sounded as if he was pounding on the ground, and if it
hadn't been for the loud talk just before, I'd have thought that Pat was
smoothing down a flower-bed with his spade."
"Did you hear any talking after the blow?"

"I didn't hear Pat's voice again."
"Did you hear any voice?"
"I heard somebody muttering. The voice sounded like Dr. Jarvis'. I've
been to the hospital, and I know the doctor."
"Did you look over the wall?"
"No; it's too high there. I ran around to the gate on St. Nicholas avenue
and tried to see in; but I couldn't. There were too many trees between
me and the garden."
"Then what did you do?"
"I went home."
"Did you say anything about what you had heard?"
"Not that night."
"When did you first speak of it?"
"This morning."
"To whom?"
"To Mr. Deever. He was in the saloon, and he told me that his brother
was missing."
"Well," cried Deever, who could keep silence no longer, "what do you
think of that?"
"It is important evidence."
"You remember," Deever continued, "that when I went to ask Jarvis
where my brother was, he admitted having quarreled with him, but said
that it ended in words. Now we know that it ended in blows."

"What time was it when you heard that blow?" asked Nick of Klein.
"Must have been about half-past seven," Klein replied.
"How do you know?"
"When I walked up the avenue I saw the clock on the church up by One
Hundred and Fiftieth street. It was a quarter of eight."
"That fits the case exactly," Deever exclaimed. "It was a little after
half-past seven when Burns saw Jarvis coming in from the garden."
"That is true."
"Will you arrest Jarvis now?"
"I will not," said Nick. "The evidence is not yet sufficient."
Deever made an impatient gesture.
"Remember," said Nick, "that an accusation of murder leaves an
indelible stain. We cannot move too carefully."
"You will let him escape."
"His escape is utterly impossible," said Nick. "He is watched."
"A good many men have been watched and have got away."
"Nobody ever got away from the man who is watching Jarvis," said
Nick, quietly; and that praise was not too high, for the person in
question was Nick's famous assistant, Chick.
"And now," said Deever, "may I ask what more you need in the way of
evidence?"
"I need proof of your brother's death."
"In short, we must find the body."

"Exactly."
"Very well," sneered Deever, "I suppose I must do it myself. I've got
nearly all the evidence thus far."
"By all means do it," said Nick, with his calm smile, "if you can."
Deever stared at him for more than a minute without speaking. Then he
said:
"Colton, why do you treat this case as you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You don't seem to want to go ahead with it."
"I don't want to go ahead with it any faster than the facts will justify. If
you had had more experience in such matters you would know the folly
of arresting a man first and getting facts to warrant the arrest afterward.
As I say, I want more facts, and you must help me to get them."
The last part of this conversation was held as Nick, Deever and Klein
passed out upon the street.
A ragged young man who was leaning against a tree heard it, and was
much surprised.
For the ragged young man was Patsy, and he had never heard Nick
Carter ask anybody except his regular assistants to help him in that way
before.

Chapter II
The Dead Man's Head
Dr. Jarvis, chief of the staff of