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I just felt lazy this morning. Any calls? Not a thing. Wasn't anything in the mail either. Good. Then I'll work in my lab this morning, unless something comes up. I'm counting on you to keep me from being disturbed and that there's something really important. I will, Nick. Oh, this spring fever, Nick, has must be catching it. That's only the mailman. We'll dump them in it. Yes. Can I help you? Young lady, I want to speak to Mr. Nicholas Carter. Oh, well, won't you come in, please? Please sit down, Mr. Simon Agnews, my name, young lady. I used to know Nicholas' father. He and I were old friends. I see. No, I want to see Nicholas. He only was a smart boy. Maybe he's detective enough to tell me who murdered Lord Nelson. Who murdered Lord Nelson? That's what I said, young lady, Lord Nelson. Died last night in my backyard with a bullet through his head. Died in your backyard? But Mr. Agnews, Lord Nelson was a famous British admiral who died at the battle of... My captain, Lord Nelson, is a bulldog too, young lady. My watchdog. Now he's dead. Murdered by some seaving rascal. I want to hire Nicholas Carter to find the man who killed him. Oh, I see. Well, Mr. Agnews, I'm afraid Mr. Carter doesn't investigate the murder of dogs. You see, he's a... What is it, Patsy? Anything wrong? Nick, this is Mr. Simon Agnews. He said he was a friend of your father. Of course. How are you, Mr. Agnews? I know the dad speaking of you often. What seems to be the trouble? I heard someone mention the word murder. Lord Nelson, Nicholas. Lord Nelson has been murdered. Lord Nelson was Mr. Agnews' watchdog, Nick. I was just telling him that dog murders are a little out of your line. Murder is murder, young lady, whether it's a dog or a man. Isn't that right, Nicholas? I agree with you, Mr. Agnews. And I'll be glad to look into the matter for you. Oh, but Nick, you say you want... I don't have to, but this is different. I have never tried to find the murderer of a dog before. It may be a very interesting case. I want the murderer punished to the full extent of the law, Nicholas. Well, Mr. Agnews, I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best. You want to go along, Patsy? I sure do. This is no day to sit in an office. All right, come on then. Let's get started. Well, here we are, Nicholas. This is where I live. I see. Very nice little cottage. You live alone? Except for Lord Nelson. Now he's dead. But it seems so isolated. Don't you ever get lonely? Young lady, I'm an inventor. I can't work if there are a lot of people around to bother me. Yes, I know. I'm that way myself. Well, let's get out and see what we can find. Come in this way, Nick. We'll go through the house. I see you've no neighbors near you. The nearest house is 200 yards away. Watch this. I'll show you one of my little inventions. What kind of an invention, Mr. Agnews? A special burglar-proof lock. Well, there isn't any lock in the door at all. There isn't even a door now. And that's why it's burglar-proof. And just watch. All I need to do is to blow this whistle, and the door opens. Wow. Well, that's marvelous. You see the sound of the whistle operates an electric lock. Smart, eh? Come in. Come in. It's a very clever device, Mr. Agnews. It certainly is. A burglar would have a dream of blowing a whistle to make a door open. And if he did, he'd give himself away at once. All right, I've got something else here that'll interest you, too. My silent secretary. A silent secretary? Yes. It's an automatic recording device that takes down everything a visitor says while he's in the house. I see. And was it on when we came in? No lid first, and I cut it off. Here, I'll plant back for you. And you'll hear the first things you said when you came in. Listen now. It's a very clever device, Mr. Agnews. It certainly is. A burglar would have a dream of blowing a whistle to make a door open. That's when I cut it off. The apparatus is all hidden in the coat closet here. Never guessed that. Did you, Mr. Cardiff? Oh, I certainly didn't. Well, it's wonderful, Mr. Agnews. Do you have many other inventions like these? Oh, dozens of them. That's what the burglar who killed Lord Nelson was after. I see. You're sure it was a burglar then. Who else would kill my watchdog? And come along. I'll show you his body. It's in the kennel out back of the house. It's right back this way. I haven't touched him. And here's the kennel. Right here by the back steps. And there's Lord Nelson lying inside, stone dead. Oh, the poor thing. Yes, the bullet entered his head while he was lying there asleep. At least he didn't suffer. The finest watchdog you could want. He'd bark his head off if a stranger came near the house. And yet he was asleep when he was killed. What do you mean? It seems strange. He didn't wake up when the murderer entered the yard. Oh, that's right. I never thought of that. You said a burglar killed him. Was your house robbed last night, Mr. Agnews? Well, no any place. It wasn't. Was there any sign of a burglar even having tried to get in? To think of it, there wasn't. What are you getting at, Nick? I don't believe Lord Nelson was killed by a burglar. But then who did kill him? Well, I don't know yet. Mr. Agnews, what's in that direction up there? Up the hill and through those trees? Over there. Just an old stone house. The only place anywhere near me. Anyone live in it? I've been empty for years. And somebody bought it just a while ago, though. For some kind of a club, I think. Not a hunting club, by any chance. No, Nick. There's no hunting around here anymore. I see. Well, suppose you let me and Patsy look around for more clues. You can go on with your work in the meanwhile. All right, Nick. But let me know what you find. I will. I want that murder caught in front of you. Poor old fellow. He must have been awfully fond of his dog. Yes, but Patsy, I don't believe Lord Nelson was killed intentionally. Why not, Nick? Well, first look at this hole on the side of the kennel where the bullet went through. Would anyone have deliberately fired through the kennel to kill the dog? No, that's right. They wouldn't. They'd have run the risk of missing him. Certainly. And then again, if anyone had come into the yard, the dog would certainly have waked and barked. No, Patsy. The bullet that killed Lord Nelson came from some distance away. Yes, of course. I can see that now. I think it probably was a wild bullet. And judging from this hole in the kennel, it came from someplace up that hill. Well, then it must have been an accident. Well, if that's true, then no one's to blame when the case is solved. Not necessarily, Patsy. I have a funny hunch. There's still a lot we don't know about this case. So before we call it close, let's take a walk up that hill and see what we can find. This must be the house Agnew mentioned. I'm curious, though, place. All made of stone. Looks like a miniature castle. Yes. The style that was popular back in the 80s. Oh, what's that loose step? What's deserted, all covered with ivy, and windows have shutters over them? Yes, it does. I think I hear someone over there. Yes, look. Over there on the terrace. There's a man mopping up the tiles. Boy, look at him scrub. Hello there. Who are you? What do you want? We're looking for the owner. Is he around? There ain't no owner. This is a social term. Oh, I see. Then is the manager around? Oh, Mr. Kent? Yeah. Yeah, he's inside. I'd like to speak to him for a moment. All right, I'll go get him. Who wants? Carter, Nick Carter. Nick Carter? Okay. Just a moment, Mr. Carter. Let me act as suspicious of it, didn't I? Yes, we rather took him by surprise. Nick, he wasn't mopping up the whole terrace. He's been working on just this one small stall. He probably just got started, Betsy. Oh, maybe. Look, Betsy, down the hill, through the trees. Yes, you can just see the back of Mr. Agnes Carter from here. Yes. Nick, do you think the bullet that killed our Nelson Tinkman? Hold it, Betsy. Here comes the man. Mr. Carter, I'm Howard Kent, manager of the 52 Club. My assistant says you want to see me. Yes, Mr. Kent. I hope you could give me some information. Information? Yes. Did you hear a shot fired near this house any time last night? A shot? Yes. Well, no. No, I didn't. Did you build? Not me, Mr. Kent. I didn't hear a thing. Why, you asked, Mr. Carter. Mr. Agnes's dog was killed last night, and we were... Well, my secretary means that a stray bullet struck a dog belonging to a neighbor of yours, and we just wanted to find out if it came from around here. No, we couldn't have. There aren't any guns around the place, except for some ornamental old antiques in the game room. I see. Now, I suppose this is a bridge club you're running, isn't it? A cart club, Mr. Carter. For a few well-to-do members who like privacy, who are perfectly honest, they all like to get together for an occasional game of poker where they won't be disturbed. I see. Well, sorry to bother you. Oh, not at all. Yes, you better get back, Betsy. As far as we're concerned, the case seems closed. I'm sorry we couldn't be of more help. Quite all right. Here, Betsy, these steps are uneven. You better take my arm. Nick, they were both lying. I'm sure of it. I think so, too. But then why are we leaving? You certainly haven't given up, have you? No, Betsy, I haven't. There's nothing more we can do here now. We can't prove they're lying without some kind of evidence. Well, I suppose not. No way to now. Back to Simon Agnews. I'll ask him to let me take the dog's body back to my office. I'm going to dig out that bullet and examine it. What do you think you can learn from the bullet? I haven't a faintest idea yet, Betsy, but I'm going to find out. Do you need any help, Nick? No, Betsy. It won't take long to dig the bullet out. What in the world is the most candid assistant of his? We're trying to cover up. Well, perhaps the bullet will give us a clue. I'll only be a few minutes. Right, Nick. Is there already Nick? Take it easy, sister. Who are you? It wouldn't be wearing masks if we wanted you to know that, sister. That's right. And these nice little guns will go off if you don't do just like we tell you. What do you want? We want to see Nick. He's not here. You're lying. We saw both of you come in not more than a minute ago. There's a door over there, Jake. It's probably in there. Yeah, you're right. OK, sister, call Nick Carter to come out here. I won't do it. Maybe this will help you to change your mind. Oh, let go of me. Not yet, sister. Joe, cover that door with your gun. When Carter comes out, see that the axe is nice. I get you. Now, sister, you call Carter. I tell you I won't. Oh, you're hitting me. You ain't even begun to hurt me. You're hitting me. You ain't even begun to hurt you. Honey, I like this. Yes, Pessie, what? Stick them up, Carter. Play nicer. I'll plug you. Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry, Nick. I couldn't help calling you. That's all right, Pessie. Well, what do your two thugs want? We want the body of that dog you just brought here, Carter. And we're going to get it if we have to kill both of you just as dead as a dog is. What started out to be a simple case of the accident and killing of a dog seems to be growing stranger by the minute. Why should two armed thugs want the dog's body so badly they're willing to kill to get it? Is there something about the dead dog that Nick should know? Listen, tomorrow. The strange adventures of Nick Carter, Master Detective, features long clock as Nick Carter. Patsy is played by Helen Choude. The stories are written by Bob Arthur and David Cogan. And original music is played by Lou White. Be sure to listen tomorrow to the next episode of this exciting story and to follow the further adventures of Nick Carter in the case entitled The Accidental Bullet, or Nick Carter and the Mystery of the Murdered Dog. The return of Nick Carter, a copyright feature of Street and Smith Publications Incorporated, is presented by the Mutual Broadcasting System from the studios of W.O.R. New York. The adventures of Nick's adopted son, Chick Carter, Boy Detective, are broadcast over most of these stations Monday through Friday at 5.15 p.m. Eastern wartime. Nick's own show is presented over most of these stations every evening, Monday through Friday at a quarter past eight Eastern wartime. This is Mutual.