Killmaster 05 - Fraulein Spy by Nick Carter

Author:Nick Carter [Carter, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: det_espionage
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Special Surprise Number One

Nick backtracked softly to a point from which he could see the entrance and yet not be seen himself.

The outlines of the two men grew sharper as he watched. McHugh seemed to be holding a blackjack of some sort. Mauriello didn't seem to be armed.

He waited. They waited.

The bolted door that Rademeyer had found had been impregnable, its tremendous crossbar rusted into place and the two huge padlocks impossible to force.

From where he stood he could have shot them both. But Wilhelmina was too noisy, and he wanted them alive. Hugo? No. Pierre…? No; not the place for X-5 gas. Pepito? No, much the same problem as Pierre.

He stood and thought and watched and listened and waited. So did McHugh and Mauriello. But they had done their thinking: There is no other way out; he'll have to come out here.

Maybe there was another way out. And grope around with the flashlight to find it? No. This would have to be it.

He could run like hell past them and take them by surprise.

And have them both on his back in a second. Or show his masked face to a startled public. Or take off his mask with a debonair How-de-do, gentlemen, my name is Carter.

Startled public…? How long had he been in this place, anyway?

As if in answer to his silent question he heard the distant shuffle and clip-clop of a couple of dozen feet. The two dark shadows between him and the only exit came a little closer to him and stiffened against their respective walls.

Nick grinned to himself and reached into an inner pocket. If only he had a small firecracker! Knife. Keys. Matches. Filter case. Pierre. Lighter. Lighter? Pepito… The little marble-shaped pellet, so innocent until activated, came into his hand.

"Come along, folks, come along now. Got a lot to see today!" Hubert Hansinger's voice sang out. "What's that, little lady?"

"That little iron fence there," came a well-known voice. "What's down there? Some kind of dungeon?"

"Oh, that," said Uncle Hube. The herd of footsteps came closer. "This one, you mean? I'm glad you asked me that, Miss Wyatt. It's off-limits to the public, but there's a rather fascinating story behind it. Now when this place was built…"

Oh for Chrissake, blabbermouth. If you're going to talk about it, show it to the people. And show yourself, Hubie baby. C'mon, Uncle Hube.

"…Probably a hundred years older than the rest of the place," said Uncle Hube. "Just let me get in there a minute, folks." His rotund form appeared in the opening. "There, now. What we need is a little light. And I just happen to have here…"

Nick drew back his arm and threw.

"Yuck! What the hell!" roared Uncle Hubie, all geniality swiftly erased by the impact of the little marble-like pellet against his shining forehead. "What stupid sonofabitch threw that frigging what-the-hell-is-it-Guard? Guard! There's someone in that hole!"

Footsteps shuffled inside the doorway. Uncle Hube's flashlight sprayed into the darkness.

"Ahah!" he roared triumphantly. "I see you, both of you! Oh no you don't! Come back here; there's no use running.

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