The Professor's Secret

Yes, it's another case for that most famous of all man hunters. The detective whose ability at solving crime is unequalled in the history of detection fiction. Nick Carter, master detective. Today's strange adventure. The Professor's Secret.

Or Nick Carter, and the mystery of the Z-rays. Working, Dad, by that wound in the guinea pig's shoulder is healing. By telling me about half the size as it was before. Yes, Jean. He looks as if my new invention was a success.

All that I need to do now is build a full-scale model, and I shall be ready to bring a new era of healing to the entire world. Oh, no. I don't know either. Yeah, what is it?

Just stand where you are and put your hands in the air. What do you want? We have no money. We don't want money. You want that Z-Ray machine of yours. Shut it off. But you can. Shut it off, I said.

All right. I'll fix that machine so we can take it with us. And no funny business either. Pack it up, good pop. Better do it, Dad. Please, men mean business. I'm very well, Jean. Just as you say.

Hurry up, Pop. I got a long way to go. How did you know how to find this place? That's our business, lady. Ready, Pop? Yeah. Yes, it's ready. But be careful over it. Don't worry.

I'll take good care of it. All right, Bill, you and Jake take it out of the car. And trade it gentle. Okay, come on, Jake. What are you going to do with it? That machine heals cuts and bruises and things, don't it?