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Get the written order received by him, and bring it here. Have a look at young Boyden, and see what you make of him. Also get the written signature of Mr. Hafferman, and that of each person employed in his store. Understand?" "Sure thing!" nodded Chick, already seeing clearly the line Nick's investigation was taking, though neither Venner nor his partner yet perceived it.
"I only had them reserved for me a day or two, stating that I would either call again or send an order for them, if I decided to purchase them," replied Venner. "Are you quite sure that only Mr. Hafferman heard you make that statement?" "Sure only in that the office door was closed, and that he alone was with me. If there were any eavesdroppers about I did not suspect it."
"What diamonds are you thinking of buying of Hafferman?" "Of Hafferman?" echoed Venner, with a look of surprise. "Weren't you looking at some stones there yesterday?" "Yes, certainly. Some very choice diamonds. I want ten of the first water, a little larger and more perfectly matched than any we have in stock at present. But how did you learn that I had called there?" Mr.
Boyden. Had you begun by stating that Venner called yesterday upon Mr. Hafferman, I should not have demurred over the matter." "There's no harm done, Mr. Garside, none whatever," replied Boyden, bowing and smiling. "I appreciate your caution, sir. If there proves to have been any mistake in ordering them, you can easily return the stones. Good-morning, sir."
What signified the pin-punctured wrapping paper, and the empty jewel casket, in the dead girl's possession? Had the casket contained jewels of great value? Had the girl been robbed of them, and then foully murdered in some mysterious way? Was Harry Boyden, the clerk employed by Hafferman, the last to leave the girl that fateful afternoon? Was he responsible for her death?
"State it, please." "His name, sir, is Harry Boyden." Nick felt his blood start slightly, yet his countenance did not change by so much as a shadow. He glanced at Chick, however, and the same thought was in the mind of each. "Harry Boyden! The clerk employed by Thomas Hafferman, the dealer in diamonds!"
Hafferman himself remained with me while we discussed the matter." "Do you know the clerk's name?" "Boyden, I think, he was called." "The same who brought the diamonds here this morning," put in Mr. Garside. "His name is Harry Boyden." Nick made a note of it in a small book which he drew from his pocket. "Did you make any deal at that time regarding the diamonds?" he inquired.
"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."
Then he hastened to the rear of the store, and spoke through the open window near the cashier's desk. "Do any of you know of an order sent out by Mr. Venner this morning?" he inquired, addressing the several clerks at work in the office. "An order to Thomas Hafferman for ten diamonds." Only a girl stenographer, seated at a typewriter near the office door, replied: "I think Mr.
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