Melting Pot, or, Nick Carter and the Walmere Plate
Nick Carter
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Belletristik / Gegenwartsliteratur (ab 1945)
Beschreibung
Excerpt: "e;"e;Oh, no, I have not forgotten you. I never forget the face of a crook."e; The speaker was Nick Carter. His voice, though somewhat under ordinary pitch, had a subtle and ominous ring. There was a threatening glint in the eyes he had fixed upon the face of the man he addressed. It was a striking and impressive face, nearly as strong and impressive as that of the famous detective-but for directly opposite reasons. Nick Carter's face was frank, manly, and wholesome. That at which he was gazing was pallid, sinister, and severe. Its clean-cut features were as hard as flint. The thin-lipped mouth denoted cruelty and vicious determination. The square jaw and aggressive chin evinced firmness and bulldog tenacity. The cold gray eyes had a shifty gleam and glitter seen only in the eyes of what the detective had called this man-a crook. He took up the epithet bitterly, saying, with a sneer: "e;Crook, eh! You cannot prove it."e; "e;I may sooner or later."e; "e;You have tried-and failed."e; "e;Failure never deters me from trying again. You know the old adage."e; "e;You succeeded only in smirching my name, in giving me a bad reputation. It caused my friends to desert and avoid me. It excluded me from the clubs, the reputable hotels, from every desirable place that I had been accustomed to frequent. It has changed my life and turned it as arid as the heart of a desert. I have you to thank for all this-you, Carter!"e;"e;