“Yes, it is human blood. There is no question about it. It is human blood—but not from the veins of Matilda Lancey.”
These declarations came from Nick Carter about three o’clock that afternoon. They were addressed to Chick and his junior assistant, Patsy Garvan.
All three detectives then were seated at a broad zinc-covered table in Nick’s finely equipped laboratory, a large rear room in his Madison Avenue residence.
Lying on the table were the bloodstained articles belonging to Arthur Gordon, the disjointed jimmy, and also[Pg 18] the handkerchief which Nick had dipped in the blood of the murdered woman.
Near by stood a costly microscope, a stand of small test tubes, several vials containing chemicals, together with numerous other articles which Nick had been using.
He replaced on the
