Ralph Boston, Nick Carter Stories No. 149, July 17… (1914)
“ Goulard cried fiercely, pressing the muzzle of a revolver to Nick’s head.“If he don’t, I will,” supplemented Badger, with a knife at the detective’s throat.Nick gazed up at their threatening faces and permitted his vainly strained muscles to relax. None yet had recognized him, despite that his false mustache had been partly torn from his lips and was dangling over one ear.Yielding to the inevitable, therefore, for no mortal man could have overcome such odds and such a disadvantage, Nick said coolly:“Don’t hurry, gentlemen! There’ll be time enough to settle this matter in a decent way. ”
