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I am sure that none of my clerks had any idea of my intentions." Nick was not so sure of it, yet he did not say so. He arose and took from Venner's desk a block of plain paper, which he laid upon the table. "Gentlemen," said he, "I want the signature of your firm, in the handwriting of each of you. Kindly let me have this." "What's that for?" demanded Venner, abruptly.
Soon the lighted windows of Venner's house came into view through the woodland, and Nick now murmured softly to Chick: "If I fail to rejoin you in ten minutes, you will know what to do." "You bet!" whispered Chick. "Trust me to do it, too!" "Here we are, sirs," cried Dalton, as he pulled up at the gate of the gravel walk. "You can go right in, while I wait to look after my horses."
"This empty jewel casket, the possibility that it contained diamonds, of which the girl was robbed and then murdered, and the fact that Harry Boyden is the clerk who brought the stolen diamonds to Venner's store certainly the circumstances seem to point to some strange relation between the two crimes."
If we can get them to come there voluntarily, their fate may never be learned, and our tracks will be better covered than by doing the job elsewhere." "That's true enough, since they're not likely to disclose their intentions, and if they come in disguise, no one about here will have recognized them." "That's just my theory." "But how can we lure them to Venner's house?"
"In opposition to that theory, however, is the fact that the forged order is written on one of Venner's printed letter sheets." "By a little adroit work, Nick, one of the gang could have obtained a sheet of Venner's office paper." "That is very true," admitted Nick.
"That she-devil would have burned the house, and me in the bargain. But the end is not yet." "Well, hardly!" laughed Chick, as they descended the front stairs and extinguished the last light. "We'll stop an officer, and send him here to watch the house," said Nick. "Then we'll have a look at Venner's dwelling. It's my opinion, Chick, that our work has now begun in good earnest."
The professional gentleman himself was out, but the lady introduced the olive-complexioned young man as Mr. Richard Venner. The Widow was particularly pleased with this accidental meeting. Had heard Mr. Venner's name frequently mentioned. Hoped his uncle was well, and his charming cousin, was she as original as ever? Had often admired that charming creature he rode: we had had some fine horses.
"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.
It was all past now, and a feeling of pity rose in Mr. Bernard's heart. "He loved that horse, no doubt," he said, "and no wonder. A beautiful, wild-looking creature! Take off those things that are on him, Abel, and have them carried to Mr. Dudley Venner's. If he does not want them, you may keep them yourself, for all that I have to say. One thing more.
I will go and question Boyden as soon as I finish my dinner." "By all means," nodded Chick. "Do you know," said Nick, "I am seriously impressed that there is some strange connection between this girl's death and that robbery at Venner's store. I believe that we have struck the very clew, or are about to strike it, that we so long have been vainly seeking." "To the Kilgore gang?" "Exactly."
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