CHAPTER XIVAT THE OBELISK
At eight-thirty sharp a “four-wheeler” dashed up the east drive of Central Park and came to a halt opposite the Egyptian relic known as the Obelisk, otherwise “Cleopatra’s Needle.”
Three men got out of the carriage.
An electric light faintly illuminated that particular spot, and the forms looked dark and indistinct.
But their general outlines were plain enough.
Three more men sat on a park bench hard by the Obelisk.
One of them was tall and wore a slouch hat.
“Here they come,” he said, in a low voice to those near him.
At the same moment Nick Carter had breathed to his two aides:
“Get the cuffs on them as soon as we get within arm’s reach. I’ll take Ramsay. Chick, you’ll attend to the man in the brown derby. Patsy, take the third.”
The three men on the b
