The Stolen Brain: A Wonderful Crime

"There goes another, chief. That makes five so far. There surely is something going on to-night," the young man at the window declared excitedly. It was Patsy Garvan, Nick Carter's second assistant, and he who was addressed was the great New York detective himself. The closest friends would have known neither of them, however, unless they had been in the secret, for both were cleverly disguised. Moreover, the room in which they seemed to be so much at home was not one of those in Nick's handsome Madison Avenue residence in New York. It was, in fact, a room in a house miles away from there, to the northward, in the Bronx section of the great city, a short distance from the New York Zoological Park. On the first of the month, about ten days before, a family, which went by the name of Webb, had moved in there. The family consisted of three persons: The father, Charles Webb; a grown son, William, and the latter's young wife, Mildred. Such, at least, was the understanding of the neighbors. As a matter of fact, Charles Webb was Nick Carter, his "son" was better known as Patsy Garvan, the famous detective's clever assistant, and "Mildred" was Adelina Garvan, Patsy's pretty Chilean-Spanish wife, whose woman's intuitions had materially assisted in solving more than one difficult problem in the mathematics of crime. It was a peculiar case which had brought them to that out-of-the-way neighborhood, and required delicate handling. Their interest lay in the house next door, a big, rambling wooden structure, which, with theirs, stood somewhat apart, with vacant lots all about. The house in question was occupied, and had been for years, by its owner, Doctor Hiram A. Grantley. Grantley was well known in New York medical circles. Indeed, his fame was at least twenty-five years old. He was accounted one of the most skillful surgeons in the State, which necessarily meant in the United States as well. He had a long list of remarkably daring and successful operations to his credit, and might have been one of the wealthiest and most honored men in his profession had it not been for certain unfortunate peculiarities, which had grown upon him as the years passed. People were afraid of himthat was the sum and substance of it. He was altogether too daring and ruthless in his methods, too ready to operate on the slightest provocation. He was never satisfied with the conservative methods of his colleagues, but was always seeking new ways of carving up the human frame. The individual patient meant nothing to him. It was a matter of supreme indifference to Doctor Hiram Grantley whether his "cases" lived or died, so long as they gave him a chance to test his theories. Of course, he recognized as clearly as any one that a surgeon's ultimate success must lie in saving life, not in taking it. That was his goal, but, being apparently heartless, and looking upon the individuals who sought his services much as other surgeons looked upon guinea pigsmerely as subjects for experimentationhe usually preferred to try something new rather than follow a safe-and-sane procedure which had proved its worth in hundreds or thousands of cases.

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