The Case of the Clumsy Forgeries

What's the matter? What is it? It's a case for Nick Carter, master detective! Yes, it's the case of the clumsy forteries. Another case for that most famous of all man-hutters. The detective whose ability at solving crime is unequaled in the history of detective fiction.

Nick Carter, master detective. Do we have much more to do on this report? Not much, Patsy, why? Well, it's after five and I have an appointment with my hairdresser at six. You'll make it all right. I'll see that you do.

Far be it for me to prevent you from making yourself as beautiful as you can. Nick, what a thing to say. I was only joking, Patsy. Really? You're a fine looking girl. Oh, Nick. Do you mean that?

Well, yes. Of course I do. Oh, that's the first personal compliment you've paid me in all the years I've been working for you. I didn't know you ever noticed me, except as your assistant. Oh, haha.

I know there's a good many things I don't mention, Patsy. Oh, don't I know that by now? Well, I just... Darn it. I bet I don't keep that date with the headdresser after all. Nick Carter's office, Patsy Bowen speaking.

His nickname is Bowen. This is Dr. Bradford. Oh yes, just a minute, doctor. He and Nick. Dr. Bradford. Oh, thanks. Oh, Doc, well, you've been keeping yourself all these months. I haven't seen you in a dog's aid.

I know, I think. As your story, shortage of doctors makes double work for the rest of us. Sparely good ones like you. What's new? Nick, I've just run into a very peculiar thing. And I think you can help me.