Nick Carter Excerpts — The Golden Serpent

Nick Carter #20, The Golden Serpent,
Award Books A216, 1967
 
Five minutes after the first beating began Nick passed out. It did not avail him for long. He came back to consciousness to find that nothing had changed, except that now both he and the swan bed were water soaked. They had dumped buckets on him. He was still tied to the bed, spread-eagled, naked as a newborn babe, and his tormentors were still there. Both of them. The Bitch and Erma. In the green eyes, and in the yellow eyes, he could discern no hint of mercy. Quite the contrary.
The Bitch loomed above him, one big hand on her hip, the other holding the machine gun.

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Nick Carter Excerpts — Operation Starvation

Nick Carter #17, Operation Starvation,
Award Books A197, 1966
 
 
Nick’s great muscular body crossed the room in a catlike leap that brought him down softly next to the table on which his Luger rested. He heard Arthur chuckling again.
He felt the.stunning force of something on the back of his head. For a frac­tion of a second he hovered on the edge of consciousness, fighting for the use of his facilities, then the outraged cells of his brain gave up the unequal battle and every­thing fell into darkness.

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Nick Carter Excerpts — The 13th Spy

Nick Carter #8, The 13th Spy,
Award Books A139, 1965
 
An icy spray of Arctic sea stung him in the face and dribbled bitingly down his naked body. He gulped water, choked and shivered, cried out for help against the storm or release from the nightmare. There was a low laugh from somewhere near him and then the bitter deluge engulfed him once again. He tried to run from it, but his body was spreadeagled, upright, against something that bit into his back, and his arms and legs were tied inexorably to unseen posts.
“Once more, Brother Georgi! One more time, and I think he will be with us.” It was a genial voice, and yet there was a thread of ice in it as chilling as the water.

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Nick Carter Excerpts — Checkmate in Rio

Nick Carter #3, Checkmate in Rio, Award Books A110, 1964
 
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For a moment there was nothing but the absolute blackness. And then, dimly, he knew he was in another room, and faint lights were flickering. He felt his jacket being torn from him, and then his shoes. Something tightened around his wrists, and then his ankles He made his muscles work; he forced them to a tautness his tired brain told him was impossible, and then the fumbling at his wrists and ankles stopped. Something fastened over his waist. He fought against it with his muscles, pushed it as far from him as he could with his straining body, and then that movement also stopped. Murmuring voices faded away. He had an almost over­whelming impulse to throw up. By the time he had conquered it the voices had stopped and the light had flickered out. He heard himself sigh, and then he heard no more.

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