An Uncanny Revenge: Nick Carter and the Mind Murderer

The members of Nick Carter's household all happened to meet at the breakfast table that morninga rather unusual circumstance. The famous New York detective sat at the head of the table. Ranged about it were Chick Carter, his leading assistant; Patsy Garvan, and the latter's young wife, Adelina, and Ida Jones, Nick's beautiful woman assistant. It was the latter who held the attention of her companions at that moment. She was a little late, and had just seated herself. Her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes gave no hint that she had reached the housethey all shared the detective's hospitable roofa little after three o'clock that morning. "You good people certainly missed a sensation last night," she declared. "It was the strangest thingand one of the most pitiable I ever beheld!" Nick, who had been glancing at his favorite newspaper, looked up. "What do you mean?" he asked. It was Ida's turn to show surprise. "Is it possible you don't know, any of you?" she demanded, looking around the table. "Haven't you read of Helga Lund's breakdown, or whatever it was?" Helga Lund, the great Swedish actress, who was electrifying New York that season in a powerful play, "The Daughters of Men," had consented, in response to many requests, to give a special midnight performance, in order that the many actors and actresses in the city might have an opportunity to see her in her most successful rôle at an hour which would not conflict with their own performances. The date had been set for the night before, and, since it was not to be exclusively a performance for professionals, the manager of the theater, who was a friend of Nick Carter's, had presented the detective with a box. Much to Nick's regret, however, and that of his male assistants, an emergency had prevented them from attending. To cap the climax, Adelina Garvan had not been feeling well, so decided not to go. Consequently, Ida Jones had occupied the box with several of her friends. Nick shook his head in response to his pretty assistant's question. "I haven't, anyway," he said, glancing from her face back to his paper. "Ah, here's something about ita long article!" he added. "I hadn't seen it before. It looks very serious. Tell us all about it." Ida needed no urging, for she was full of her subject. "Oh, it was terrible!" she exclaimed, shuddering. "Helga Lund had been perfectly wonderful all through the first and second acts. I don't know when I have been so thrilled. But soon after the third act began she stopped right in the middle of an impassioned speech and stared fixedly into the audience, apparently at some one in one of the front rows of the orchestra. "I'm afraid I can't describe her look. It seemed to express merely recollection and loathing at first, as if she had recognized a face which had very disagreeable associations. Then her expressionas I read it, at any rateswiftly changed to one of frightened appeal, and then it jumped to one of pure harrowing terror. "My heart stopped, and the whole theater was as still as a death chamberat least, the audience was. Afterward I realized that the actor who was on the stage with her at the time had been improvising something in an effort to cover up her lapse; but I don't believe anybody paid any attention to him, any more than she did. Her chin dropped, her eyes were wild and seemed ready to burst from their sockets. She put both hands to her breast, and then raised one and passed it over her forehead in a dazed sort of way. She staggered, and I believe she would have fallen if her lover in the play hadn't supported her. "The curtain had started to descend, when she seemed to pull herself together. She pushed the poor actor aside with a strength that sent him spinning, and began to speak. Her voice had lost all of its wonderful music, however, and was rough and rasping. Her grace was gone, tooHeaven only knows how! She was positively awkward.

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