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In the end, the chief and Chick had to leave Maple without their men.

It was a mystery, but Nick only smiled when his assistant said that to him.

Solving mysteries of this kind—and even much harder ones—was the life amusement of Nick Carter.

CHAPTER VII.

TRACED BACK.

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It was six weeks after the disappearance of Andrew Lampton and Howard Milmarsh from Maple, following their jumping through the window, and Nick Carter was again in his own home in New York.

He sat in his usual place, at the back of the heavy table in his library, looking through some papers. Facing him were Chick, with Patsy Garvan, the latter in a rough and ragged disguise.

Patsy had the ability to “make-up” for any age, from fifteen to seventy or eighty. He had a youthful face, with a roguish, turned-up nose, and bright eyes, so that it was easy for him to be a young boy.

That was the character he had now, and he smiled cheerfully as his chief gave him some instructions.

“This man. Andrew Lampton—who is passing by the name of Joe Stokes, according to my information—is the main worker in this counterfeiting affair. Is that what you have heard, Patsy?”

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