A Cat Brings Death

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 detective fiction. Nick Carter, master detective, the night's curious adventure. A cat brings death.

Or Nick Carter, and the mystery of the missing Persian. Confounded, dog-gone things to have... Riley, you don't seem very happy to see me this morning. Die, eat! Something I've done, or just things in general.

Things in particular. Here's your glass of water, lutee. All right. What did you get it so cold for? Lieutenant, it ain't so cold for me. All right, all right, get out, get out. Where'd I put them pills?

Taking your vitamins, Rekamal, yeah, I see. Excellent idea for anyone inclined to be nervous. Vitamins, nothin'. Them's aspirin, tablets, for headaches. Lieutenant Riley, do you mind if I sit down this lovely morning? Sit down, but don't bother me.

I've got too many troubles in my own to be bothered with yours. But I have no troubles, Lieutenant. I feel free as a bird. You work. Care to tell all Uncle Nick what the trouble is.

In case you're interested, Mr. Nicholas Kardon, I shut up if you want to hear this. Oh, sorry, please, forgive me. In case you're interested, I just had to release Collegrion from his temporary residence in my jail.

Oh, couldn't get enough on him to hold him for a jury in spite of the fact that every cup in town knows he's guilty. What a pain we've been trailing is sidekick Saban for more than a week steady without a sign of results.

The same with that blonde, what do you call her, Reba Dawes. You're right back where he started. Three smooth jobs pulled this month without a smell of a clue. Three big jewel robberies and my little boys' couch is still out chasing rainbows.