CHAPTER XVIII.

BLACK MADGE'S THREAT.

Nick Carter had entirely forgotten Black Madge's threat when he was

forcibly reminded of it one morning by the following letter which he

found on his breakfast table:

"NICK CARTER: One month ago--how time flies--I wrote

to you that I hadn't done with you yet; that I would

never forgive you, and that I would get even some

day.

"That was a month ago. I thought when I wrote that

it might take a year--but they are easy marks in

this State.

"It was my hope after you captured me and all my

followers, that I would have a chance to see you

again, and to talk to you before I was taken away to

prison. You would say probably that I wanted to

boast; for a threat, after all, is only another kind

of boasting. But it wasn't so, Nick Carter; I wanted

to tell you what you had succeeded in doing; and

this is it:

"You have succeeded in creating in me a passion

which supersedes all others in my nature--the

passion of hatred. Twice now you have foiled me;

twice you have been successful in arresting me, and

the latter of these two times you not only destroyed

the organization which I had created, and rendered

it utterly impotent for my future uses, but you

destroyed almost at one blow every ambition that I

had through that organization and by reason of it.

"You didn't know that, and you couldn't appreciate

it; and it wouldn't matter at all to you if you had;

neither has it anything to do with the purport of

this letter.

"I know you will say that I am a fool to take the

trouble to warn you, but I would be less than a

woman, and much less than the bad woman I am, if I

did not take this opportunity of exulting over the

chance that is now promised to me to get square with

you.

"Heretofore my every effort has been centred upon

playing on my fellow men; heretofore I have had only

two thoughts in pursuing my career; one was to

create an organization of which I was the supreme

head, and the other was to secure by the operation

of that organization all the money that it was

possible to obtain.

"I have always been a thief with a system. My

robberies have all been committed after careful

planning; you know that because of the one you

helped to commit yourself. But now I have only one

ambition left--to get square with you. I haven't

decided yet how I shall do it, or when, or where it

shall be done. If I had so decided I would not tell

you, so it makes no difference.

"But I have been a hard student, Nick Carter, of

many things. I have had good instructors in the

science of mixing and using poisons; there is no

person living to-day, man or woman--yourself

included--who is a better marksman than I am with

firearms; there is no person, man or woman, who is

more adept to-day in the use of all weapons than I

am. This is not boasting; it is fact.

"Moreover, I have the power to appear in many

guises--disguises you might call them. In one or

more of them--perhaps in many of them--I shall

appear to you, and when you are least expecting it I

shall strike.

"Don't think by that that I mean to strike you dead.

That would not be making you suffer enough; but I

shall find other and better ways in which to

strike--ways that will make you suffer and realize

what you did when you made me your enemy, and made

me hate you as I do.

"And another thing; I have already set to work to

bring together, as rapidly as I can find them,

people who have criminal records and who have reason

to hate you as I do; people whom you have pursued as

you have pursued me; those whom you have sent to

prison; those whose careers you have interrupted;

those you have threatened; and those who have cause

for holding a grudge against you.

"I have sought many of those, and I have found many.

I am still seeking others, and I shall find more;

and when I have got together enough of them, and

have selected from that number those whom I deem

most available for my purpose and competent to carry

out my directions as I shall give them, I shall

organize them into a Band of Hatred, the sole object

of which shall be your undoing and, ultimately, your

death.

"You have preyed too long already upon that class

of humanity to which I belong, and from our

standpoint your position is much the same as is our

position from yours.

"You know me well enough, Nick Carter, to know that

from this moment forward you will never be safe from

danger for one moment of your life; whether you are

sleeping or waking; whether you are afloat or

ashore; whether you are quartered in the seclusion

of your own study at home, or are abroad upon the

streets of the city.

"You know that I do not threaten idly. You know that

I am a woman with a purpose. You know that I am

intelligent, educated, and determined. You know that

I am a woman to be feared.

"I have thought this matter all over, and decided

upon it during those hours when I was locked in the

cabin up there in the hills, after you had drugged

the men of my company, and succeeded in capturing us

all.

"When I was taken to prison I knew that it would be

only a short time before I would be able to make

good my escape. How I have succeeded in

accomplishing it does not matter. I have found one

key in my experience that never fails to open prison

locks, if it is properly applied; the fact that it

is made of gold is sufficient explanation, and gold

I had in plenty, for I have always been successful,

and even now I have hoards concealed in different

places which will supply me with funds more than

sufficient to carry out to the bitter end this

campaign of vengeance upon which I have determined.

"I think that is all.

"I shall leave here for New York City an hour after

this letter is put in the mail. When you will see me

first I do not know. BLACK MADGE."

The detective read this remarkable letter twice from beginning to end,

and then he passed it in silence across the table to Chick, who was

seated opposite to him.

And Chick also read it twice in silence, and as silently returned it.

Nick, realizing that Ten-Ichi and Patsy would also fall under the

sweeping hatred of Black Madge, tossed it over to them with the

direction that they read it also.

There was not one among them who felt like making any comment upon the

letter, or its contents, at least until their chief had spoken; but

presently, with a gesture to Chick, which meant that he was to follow

him as soon as he had finished his breakfast, the detective left the

table and went to his study.

It was only a few moments after that when Chick entered the room,

smiling.

"I hope, Nick," he said, dropping into a chair near the window and

lighting a cigar, "that you enjoyed the reading of that letter from

Madge?"

The detective was silent a moment before he replied, and then quite

slowly he said:

"So far as I am personally concerned, Chick, the letter or its contents

has no more effect upon me than the snapping of your fingers, but I will

confess that I am in some dread concerning what she might do to you,

and to Ten-Ichi and Patsy."

Chick leaned back in his chair and laughed aloud.

"If you will excuse me for saying so," he remarked, "that is utter

nonsense. Of course, the boys downstairs and I are quite capable of

taking care of ourselves."

"I don't doubt that," said Nick, "but that is not exactly the point."

"What is, then?"

"You have forgotten one part of her letter," said Nick.

"What part?"

"That part wherein she speaks about making me suffer, rather than

attempting to do me physical harm."

"Oh! I haven't forgotten it."

"Do you understand what she means by that, Chick?"

"Certainly."

"Let me hear if you do."

"Well, she probably means that it would be her first effort to make you

suffer by injuring those whom you love--in other words, by doing

something or other to one of us. But forewarned is forearmed, and,

anyhow, I don't think it behooves any of us to be afraid of a woman."

"This is a case," said Nick, "where a woman is much more dangerous than

a man. A man would fight out in the open; a woman will fight in the

shadow; or, at least, such a woman as that will. She is a pretty bad

one, Chick, and a grave foe."

Chick nodded.

"It is always best," continued the detective, "to give your enemy or

your adversaries credit for every advantage they possess. Black Madge is

a wonderfully smart woman, and is unprincipled and implacable as she is

smart. She will halt at nothing to carry out her design of vengeance,

and just as sure as you are sitting there, Chick, we will presently feel

the surety of that threat."

Chick flicked the ashes from his cigar, and then strode across the room

to the window, where he stood for a moment looking out.

"I don't see exactly what we are going to do to head her off before she

begins," he said presently.

"There is nothing to do," replied Nick gloomily.

"Upon my word," said Chick, laughing, "one would think that you were

more than usually affected by that letter from Madge. Do you really take

it so seriously as all that?"

"I take it seriously," replied the detective, "because I so well

understand what the woman means, and she means just what she says.

Instead of going on evenly and living the life we have been living, we

must not be for an instant off our guard from this day on, until she is

again behind the bars, and I hope the next time I arrest her it will be

within the limits of the State of New York, where I can place a watch

over her so that she will not escape."

"And I hope so, too," said Chick.

"And now, in the meantime," continued Nick, smiling, "since we have this

letter and know what she is about to do, I think we will meet her

halfway, and not wait for her to open the ball. Since she is at liberty,

we will set about capturing her at once."