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Not by a long chalk, Philip, and I know of them of whom I speak. Ay, as much and more of them than does Detective Nick Carter." "Perhaps you are right, Rufus," murmured Garside, nodding. "We certainly are about launching a tremendous, an utterly unparalleled, swindle. The like of it was never, never known. There should be millions in it. Yes, yes, Rufus, you are right.
Hafferman to send the stones here as soon as convenient," replied the messenger. "Mr. Hafferman did not know your clerk personally, so I was sent here to deliver the stones." "What is your name, young man?" "Harry Boyden, sir. I have worked for Mr. Hafferman for nearly five years. I think you will find that the order was properly sent." "Wait just a moment, Mr. Boyden," suggested Garside, smiling.
"To begin with," began Nick, more gravely, "this order sent to Hafferman, for the diamonds which he delivered at Venner's store, is merely a forgery. Neither Venner nor Garside wrote it, that's as plain as the nose on an elephant's face." "Which is plain enough, surely," nodded Chick. "Furthermore," continued Nick, "the forgery was not the work of any clerk employed in either store.
It is precisely for what the little robbery of this April morning was invented!" "But was it necessary was it really necessary, Rufus?" whispered Garside, who alone had overheard, and whose paler face and tremulous figure betrayed fears which his swarthy senior partner would have scorned to feel. "This Carter is a most artful and discerning man. I am so afraid you have barked up the wrong tree.
"Well," he said, with an air of reflection, "you'll probably have to face a good deal that you don't like out yonder, and in one way you won't suffer from a little preparatory training. This, however, is not a case where sentimental pity is likely to relieve anybody. It's the real thing." "I think I told you at Garside Scar that I haven't lived altogether in luxury!"
He was miles away from the office, speculating on what sort of a man J. B. Garside, Esq, was, and whether he had a good time at his house in Worcestershire, when somebody tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up. Standing by his side, immaculately dressed as ever, with his eye-glass fixed and a gentle smile on his face, was Psmith. Mike stared.
There remains but little to complete the record of this strange and stirring case. Before morning Nick had lodged Venner and Spotty Dalton in the Tombs, and had Garside arrested at his residence. The lifeless bodies of their three confederates, Cervera having died at dawn were taken to the Morgue.
E. G. Macmullen, C. B. Garside, Father Fitzsimon, S. J., Father Clare, and the Fathers, S. J., of Mount Street; Father Coleridge, S. J., Father Amherst, S. J., Father Christie, S. J., Father Dalgairns, of the Oratory, the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch, the Marquis and Marchioness of Lothian, Cecil, Marchioness Dowager of Lothian, the Marchioness of Bute, Lord and Lady Howard of Glossop, Lord Henry Kerr, Mr.
Hand him the package as soon as he comes in." "I will, sir, at once." Maynard had already placed the small parcel in a drawer of the huge steel vault back of the counter, and he now resumed the work at which he had been engaged. Mr. Garside sauntered toward the front of the store, and presently greeted a lady who entered.
"Surely," cried Venner, with some resentment, "you do not suspect that Mr. Garside or myself " "Pardon me!" Nick bluntly interrupted. "I am not in the habit of discussing my suspicions. That I should suspect either of you, however, is utterly absurd." "I should say so!" "Therefore do not argue with me over an absurdity. If I am to continue this investigation, gentlemen, I must do it in my own way.
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