The Witness Saw Nothing

Nick Carter, Master Detective. This is the story of a man known the world over, as one of the most daring and resourceful characters in the history of detective fiction. A man whose name has become a symbol of the triumph of right injustice over the sinister forces of crime and lawlessness.

Nick Carter, Master Detective. Today's exciting adventure, the life and death search for a man who didn't see a murder that was not yet discovered. Fitness saw nothing. Jefferson Heights is a suburb of a city that's still half country.

Only a few houses are sprinkled over the winding roads. And Lundy Lane is the lonesome of all. There is a small white cottage at the end of Lundy Lane, and in it Mrs. Peter Grogan, a small white-haired lady, is entertaining her first visitor in many days.

Another cup of tea, Mrs. Dennis? No, no, I thank you kindly, Mrs. Grogan. Grogon, another crumpet, maybe. Oh, no, thank you. I've had five already. You've had six, Mrs. Dennis. What? But then who counts?

Mrs. Dennis, would you believe you're the first visitor I've had in two weeks and three days? Oh. But not the last, Mrs. Dennis. Oh, no indeed. Time was when the trip out to London Lane was too much trouble.

It isn't now, hey, Mrs. Dennis. I don't know to what you're referring, Mrs. Grogon. Why, to the story and the newspaper yesterday about me? They called me Lady, my Zoravlan Belane, all about how I don't press banks, and how I have $50,000 isn't in pots and pans and other similar places around the house.

If you think for one moment, I believe that story, Mrs. Grogen. Them the reads that will, just like you, Mrs. Dennis, they'll all be visited me now. Why, Mrs. Grogen, I never so much as thought of your money And there ain't a word of it true, Mrs. Dennis.