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Nick Carter paused only a moment before replying. He took that onemoment to consider the other strange matter that had brought him toWashington, and whether compliance with the request just made by thechief of police would seriously interfere with it. He decided that itwould not, and he then said quite gravely:
“Why, yes, I will go with Detective Fallon, since you both press me soearnestly. It is barely possible, chief, as you say, that I may detectsomething that would escape his notice. Who is the victim of the crime,if such it proves to be?”
“There is no question about that, Nick,” said the chief. “The murderedman is the Reverend Father Cleary, of the St. Lawrence Church. He wasfound dead on the floor of his library in the rectory, which adjoins thechurch, about half an hour ago.”
“A Roman Catholic priest, eh?”
“Yes.”
“What do you know about it?”
“Very little. I was notified by telephone. I directed that nothingshould be touched, nor anything said about the crime before I began aninvestigation. I sent two policemen to take charge in the rectory untilI could get word to Detective Fallon. He is the best man on my force forsuch a job.”
“But I am not in your class, Nick; far from it,” put in Fallon, who wasan erect, dark man of forty, with a rather grave and resolute type offace. “You are in a class of your own, Carter, as far as that goes.”
“Cut it!” sai