Excerpt: '“Well, my dear Gilsey, I rather think I can land him for you,” declared Nick Carter, with an odd smile lurking in the corners of his keen, grey eyes. “But that will not do, Nick,” protested Mr. Raymond Gilsey, with an immediate display of apprehension. “Not do, sir?” “It may not be what I want.” “Not what you want?” “Not exactly, Nick,” and Mr. Raymond Gilsey decisively shook his head. H...