The Case of the Poker Murders

It's a case for Nick Carter, master detective! Yes, it's the case of the poker murders. 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! Deep in the waterfront section of the city, there lies a condemned slum area. The streets dark and deserted, lined with empty, crumbling tenements. Deep in a grimy tenement deep within, a masked man sits in a hidden room in a hidden room and plays solitaire.

This is the sinister master of crime known as the Ace of Speed. Yes. A six and seven are close to see you, Ace. Send them in. Oh, here we are, Chief. Yeah, you're five minutes late.

Oh, sorry, Ace. The cops in watching this area. We had trouble slipping in. Since when have I accepted excuses? Yeah, boys, we know. What about the other three? Are they waiting at the rendezvous? Yes, sir.

You've both memorized my instructions. He's got him down cold chief, but suppose he's a hitch. There won't be a hitch. The Ace of Spades doesn't make mistakes. Of course, if you make one. Oh, no, we won't, ain't it?

You can depend on us. All right. Ah, you two had better get going. One thing. What is it, chief? Don't forget to leave your calling cards. I don't want to disappoint my dear friend, Sergeant Matheson.

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