Missing-Harold Ascort

Here's another case for that most famous of all man hunters, the detective whose ability at solving crime is unequaled in the history of detective fiction. Nick Carter, master detective. Tonight's curious adventure, missing Harold Ascot.

For Nick Carter and the great kidnapping mystery. And here's Nick Carter himself to tell you the story. As you probably already noticed, I'm not going to tell you the story that I announced last week.

Instead I want to tell you a rather different kind of tale. One would start it as Patsy and I rang the doorbell at the rather magnificent home of Mrs. Philip Ascot. Just off the upper end of the park at about 10.30 one morning.

Yes. I'm Nick Carter. Mrs. Ascot's expecting me. Yes, Mr. Carter. Won't you come in, please? Thank you. You and the young lady will go into the living room. I'll tell Mrs. Ascot you're here, suddenly.

Josh, Nick, the Ascot's must have more money than they know what to do with. Just look at this place. Aspercity, the Ascot's belonged to one of the oldest families in the city, old and conservative, rich but never-oastant theses.

So I say, I wish I could afford it. I think I hear Mrs. Ascot coming. Oh, Mr. Carter, I want to thank you for coming so very promptly. I know how busy you are, but I really am in trouble, desperate trouble, and I don't know who else to turn to but you.

Why, Mrs. Ascot, I'd be very happy to help you if I can. This is my assistant, Patsy Boone. How do you do? You do. Now, what's wrong? It's my son Harold, Mr. Carter. He's been kidnapped.