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"That some clerk in one of the stores got wind of Venner's contemplated purchase, and revealed the fact to one of the Kilgore gang, by whom I am confident bear in mind that the crime was committed." "That theory seems plausible," nodded Chick. "There is young Boyden, you know, at Hafferman's. He may have got wise to Venner's intentions.
"As a matter of fact, then, neither of these theories has a reliable leg to stand upon." "That's exactly my conclusion," laughed Nick. "And what then?" "Concerning that side of the affair," replied Nick, "several irresistible convictions are therefore forced upon me. One of the Kilgore gang certainly knew of Venner's visit, and of the request he made Hafferman regarding the diamonds.
Pylotte already had opened it, and Nick was quickly forced through a dark cellar. "All right," cried Kilgore. "Let us in." Instantly the secret stone door was thrown open, and Nick was nearly blinded by the flood of light in the room into which he was abruptly thrust. He stood in the subterranean chamber of the diamond plant.
Then a wire was sent to Patsy, the detective's younger assistant, with careful instructions. Seven o'clock came, then half-past seven, but no sign of Venner's carriage. Nick readily suspected the true reason for the delay. "They are waiting until dark," he observed to Chick. "They don't want our arrival at Venner's house to be observed. A crafty dog, this Kilgore!" "That he is." "Never mind.
Kilgore can forfeit to you, and you may feel as proud as you like over your victory." "Perhaps we'll be able to pick up a pitcher and a second baseman to fill the vacancies," said Sparkfair, looking around. "Who'll volunteer? Any one will do. We want to finish out this practice game." "Come, Carson," urged Hodge, "let's you and I go into that game. I'll pitch, and you play second."
It was a flight for life, and Kilgore knew it. He turned like a flash and darted up the stairs, making for the second floor. Three at a stride he covered, and succeeded in reaching the corridor above before Nick could get a line on him. Nick followed, gun in hand.
There was, indeed, as Nick Carter shrewdly suspected, a mysterious bond between the several crimes thus far engaging his attention, and the secret operations for which David Kilgore and his gang had ventured into the city of New York. Nick had remarked, however, that the game would become as hazardous and stirring as one could desire, as soon as it was fairly driven from cover.
Pylotte had invented a very clever and consistent story about himself and his mission in New York, as well as about the meeting and being victimized by the counterfeit diamond shover, and Nick as yet saw no occasion for seriously distrusting him, or connecting him with the Kilgore gang.
"It is not like this Kilgore gang, mark you, to have been dickering with a dirty little job of this kind, netting them only a few thousands at the best; yet a job in which they incurred as much danger of detection, Chick, as in one infinitely greater." "By Jove! that's so. There's no getting away from that argument, Nick."
"Ay, what do you mean?" roared Kilgore, bracing straight up in his chair and reaching for his gun a move Nick pretended he did not see. "I only mean, gentlemen, that I am no burglar," cried Nick, in his natural voice, at the same time raising his bound hands to remove his disguise. "Allow me, Mr. Venner, to present myself in proper person." "The devil and all his followers!" yelled Venner.
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