The moon came out again and sent a glancing bright beam through the slats of the jalousies. It saved Nick Carter's life. He saw the flash of the stiletto just in time. A savage sliver glint in the bad light, aimed at his leg just above the knee. A hamstringing stroke! The crippling stroke came from the bed, beneath the dead girl! In the same instant Nick heard the pock-pock of a silenced gun. Two shots. one of the slugs nipped at his thigh, but by that time he was in action, a cyclone attacking the figure still struggling out from under the dead girl.
1967.