Under The Tiger's Claws

Excerpt: "e;"e;Well, my dear Gilsey, I rather think I can land him for you,"e; declared Nick Carter, with an odd smile lurking in the corners of his keen, grey eyes. "e;But that will not do, Nick,"e; protested Mr. Raymond Gilsey, with an immediate display of apprehension. "e;Not do, sir?"e; "e;It may not be what I want."e; "e;Not what you want?"e; "e;Not exactly, Nick,"e; and Mr. Raymond Gilsey decisively shook his head. He was a venerable banker, with a remarkably gentle and benevolent countenance. He was the president of the Milmore Trust Company, a banking-institution located in Forty-second Street, the patrons of which consisted chiefly of business firms in the immediate neighborhood, and of wealthy women, to whom the up-town location of the bank was a convenience. It was in Mr. Gilsey's handsome private office that Nick Carter was seated, one afternoon early in May, in response to a telephone request from the banker about an hour before. Between the two there existed a friendship of long standing, and the celebrated detective had hastened to respond. As yet, however, he had received but a hint at the business for which he had been called, and he wondered a little at the banker's obvious misgivings, as appeared in his remarks noted above. "e;Please explain, Mr. Gilsey,"e; said Nick. "e;Certainly, if there is a deficit in your cash, and you suspect-- Ah, but stop a moment. Perhaps it will be just as well, my dear Gilsey, if our interview--"e; The last, spoken with lowered voice, was considered with a significant glance in the direction of Gilsey's private stenographer, who sat busily engaged near one of the office windows, and Nick's glance was equivalent to a suggestion that the presence of a third party might wisely be dispensed with."e;