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Venner returns, since I am willing to leave them with you," he added, laughing. "Oh, no, no I wasn't thinking of that," Garside quickly answered. "I wished only to avoid the needless trouble of returning them, in case the order did not come from us." "I think the order was all right, Mr. Garside. Besides, sir, I saw Mr. Venner yesterday at our store, examining some diamonds.
Garside, with an inquiring look in his frank, brown eyes. "Not here, sir, do I understand?" he asked, politely. Mr. Garside shook his head. He was a tall, slender man of forty, and was the junior partner of the firm of Rufus Venner & Co., a large retail jewelry house in New York City, with a handsome store on Fifth Avenue, not far from Madison Square.
Garside quickly informed him of the several incidents of the past half hour, when, to his consternation and dismay a look of sudden apprehension swept over Venner's face. "Raymond the name of Hafferman's cashier!" he cried. "Nothing of the sort, Philip. Their cashier is named Briggs. I know him well." "Briggs! Briggs!" "Briggs yes, Briggs!" reiterated Mr. Venner, excitedly.
At the rear of the store was an office inclosure, with a partition of plate glass; while at either side of this inclosure was a smaller room, entirely secluded, these being the private offices of the two members of the firm. Mr. Garside was standing about in the middle of the store when the young man entered and inquired for Mr. Venner.
She read the item in the paper aloud and so extravagantly did she mouth the astonishing words that Ruth feared they might be read on her lips when shown on the screen. "Listen!" Mrs. Painter cried. "Right at the top of the marriage notices! 'Garside Smythe.
"Mr. Venner, sir?" "Mr. Venner yes, certainly. You will find him in his private office that way, sir. The door to the right. Venner is in his private office, Joseph, is he not?" "I don't think so, Mr. Garside, unless he has just returned. I saw him go out some time ago." "Is that so? Wait a moment, young man." The young man halted, and then turned back to face Mr.
Venner sent Spaulding out about half an hour ago, sir," she replied. "I saw him give Spaulding several letters." "Ah, doubtless it's all right enough," bowed Garside; "yet I wonder that I had heard nothing about it. Joseph, has Spaulding been here within a few minutes?" "No, sir," replied the clerk, the same who had at first been questioned. "I saw him go out just before Mr.
"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!"
"I see no occasion, Garside, for comments upon my interest in Sanetta Cervera," declared Venner, with a frown at his partner. "My relations with her, Detective Carter, are only those of a friend and a gentleman. She called here several weeks ago to have some diamonds reset, when I met her personally, and was deeply impressed with her extraordinary grace and beauty.
Garside replied with a nod over his shoulder, having turned to hand the parcel to his clerk back of the counter, and Boyden immediately departed. "Is that young man an acquaintance of yours, Maynard?" inquired Mr. Garside. "Yes, sir. He has been with Hafferman for several years." "Doubtless it's all right, then. Odd, though, that Venner should have made no mention to me of this order.
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