The Echo of Death

Yes, that's another case for that most famous of all man-hudders. The detective whose ability at solving crime is unequaled in the history of detective fiction. Nick Carter, master detective. Tonight's curious adventure is...

The Echo of Death. No, no, please don't kill me, don't kill me. Hold him still, they're just like that. This has got to look right. No, I'll do anything you say, I'll forget everything I know.

Only don't... Now come on. Yes, this is Nick Carter speaking. Case, what kind of case? This appears.

Well, that's hardly in my line. Oh, I see. Yes. Yes. Yes, I understand. All right, expect us late this afternoon. Did you get down in the extension, Patsy? I should say so. Echo Valley Lodge, private and civilian plane waiting for you at the airport.

Never mind the fee. Who is this Howard man who toss his money around like confetti? Well known millionaire sportsman Patsy. But wouldn't it be more to the point to ask about the man who's disappeared?

Oh, you mean James Thurlough, the columnist? Why, he's... he... Hey, who is he anyway? That's what you get from not reading the financial pages of the paper, Patsy. I'll come along. We've got to find a tax in and get to the airport.

Well, I'm going to take anything with us? Oh, yes, of course. I was forgetting. I thought you were. I'll need my new dress. They want Scubby. Call him and tell him to meet us at the airport.

He knows they're low. They write for the same paper. Well, why don't we go into it? Oh, and one other thing, Patsy. Bring along Volume 3 of the Encyclopedia, E to H. Scubby Wilson in Volume 3 of an Encyclopedia.