"What about him?"
"He looks all right."
"Did you get the signatures of Hafferman and his clerks?"
"They are on this paper."
"Good enough. Let me have those of your employees, Mr. Venner. Are they
all here?"
"Yes, all of them."
"Very good," said Nick, putting the several papers into his pocket.
"Now, Chick, what of the man who visited Hafferman's store with the
forged order?"
"He merely left the order and asked that the diamonds should be sent
here at once."
"What sort of a man?"
"Dark, about fifty, with a heavy mustache and wavy hair," said Chick,
glibly. "Quite a big fellow, Hafferman states."
"H'm!" ejaculated Nick, with a significant nod. "Now, Mr. Garside,
describe the man to whom you delivered the diamonds."
"Raymond?"
"If that is the name he gave you."
"He is a well-built, smoothly shaven fellow, of about thirty years, with
a sallow complexion, slightly pock-marked--"
"Ah, I thought so!" Nick curtly interrupted. "That's quite sufficient,
Mr. Garside."
"What do you mean, Carter?" quickly demanded Venner. "Do you already
recognize these criminals?"
"I recognize their work."
"And the men?"
"I've them in mind from the outset."
"Impossible!"
"Not so, Mr.
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