Forced Crime; or, Nick Carter's Brazen Clew e-bog

Excerpt: "e;"e;You say this burglar has got into your bedroom three times?"e; "e;Yes, Carter. Three times that I know of. He may have got in oftener for aught I know."e; "e;Hardly likely, Mr. Bentham. If you woke up three times and saw him, it indicates that there is something in his presence which affects you even in your sleep. It is a psychological influence, evidently."e; Professor Matthew Bentham, one of the most learned scientists in Brooklyn, shook his head. He knew too much about psychology to believe it was an agent in his case. "e;That explanation won't do, Carter,"e; he declared. "e;On each occasion I have been awakened by a distinct noise in the room."e; "e;But you never got up to interfere with the man,"e; Nick Carter reminded him. "e;That isn't your way. No one ever has insinuated that you lack in physical courage. You are an athlete, too. I have had the gloves on with you, remember, and I know how you handle yourself. There must have been something to make you lie still in bed while a stranger was ransacking your bedchamber."e; The famous detective was sitting comfortably in Professor Bentham's well-appointed library on the ground floor of the latter's home near Prospect Park, and both were smoking. Carter had dropped in casually to see his friend, and the subject of the mysterious burglar had come up without any previous knowledge of it by the detective. They had been talking about other things, particularly about some important records of a Chinese secret organization which were in Matthew Bentham's care, and which were soon to be sent to Washington."e;