Upon the table was also spread a piece of black velvet, on which was
displayed nearly a score of blazing diamonds--the most magnificent
artificial stones ever born of man's restless genius.
Nick rightly guessed their true character, yet he allowed an ejaculation
of admiration to escape him.
"Ah! Magnificent!"
"Look them over," cried Venner, with a swift scrutiny of Nick's swarthy
features. "You'll excuse me for a minute or two. I wish to make sure
that my rear windows and doors are locked. Such gems are a terrible
temptation to thieves."
"True, sir," bowed Nick. "Take your time. Meanwhile I'll examine the
diamonds. They are splendid! magnificent!"
Nick rightly guessed that Venner wished to consult some of the gang. He
saw that his entering the house without Chick had thrown their plans
badly out of gear, as he had designed for it to do.
Venner went into the dark kitchen, rattled a doorknob merely for a
bluff, then crossed the hall and entered the library, closing the door
behind him.
The room was but dimly lighted, and on the floor stood Dave Kilgore and
Matthew Stall, each with a drawn revolver.
"What's the meaning of this, Rufe?" Kilgore instantly demanded, in
passionate whispers.
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