With Links of Steel | Page 4

Chick," said he. "This affair has rather a bad look, and in case quick work is imperative, I may need your assistance."
"Go with you it is, Nick," Chick heartily cried, hastening to put on his coat and hat.
"From the circumstances disclosed by Maynard, however," added Nick, "I am inclined to think that these rats have very carefully covered their tracks, and that a still hunt for their trail may prove to be our stunt. Yet you had better go along with me."
"I'm ready when you are, Nick."
"Very good. Come on, Mr. Maynard. I see you have a carriage at the door. We will not delay even for lunch, but will snatch a bite later."
Together the three men left the house, and it was precisely one o'clock when Nick was ushered into the private office of Venner & Co., where the two members of the firm then were seated, apparently still engaged in discussing the audacious robbery.
Mr. Rufus Venner, it may be here stated, was a man of about forty years of age, and was a very well-known man about town. Darkly handsome, with an erect and imposing figure, an _habitu��_ of the best clubs, a man still unmarried, yet of whom hints were frequently dropped that he was very popular with the fair sex, whom he was known to lavishly entertain at times--this was the senior member of the firm of Venner & Co., and the man who, quickly arose to greet Nick Carter and Chick when the two detectives entered.
"Your clerk has already given me the main facts of the case, Mr. Venner, so we will dispense with any rehearsal of them, and get right down to business," Nick crisply observed, immediately after their greeting. "There are a few questions I wish to ask you, and concise replies may expedite matters."
"I will respond as briefly as possible, Mr. Carter," Venner quickly rejoined, as they took chairs around the office table. "I do not fancy being robbed in this scurvy fashion, sir, and you may go to any reasonable expense to discover and arrest the thieves. Now, Detective Carter, your questions?"
"To begin with," asked Nick, with a steadfast scrutiny of Venner's darkly attractive face, "what is the value of the stolen diamonds?"
"About four thousand dollars."
"Ten in number, I was told."
"Precisely."
"Are they of uniform value?"
"Nearly so. They are splendid gems, and perfectly matched, and are worth about four hundred dollars each. I wanted them for a special purpose, which--"
"Which I will presently arrive at," Nick courteously interposed. "I understand, Mr. Venner, that you called yesterday at the store of Thomas Hafferman and made some inquiries about these stones?"
"I did, and also examined them."
"In what part of Hafferman's store were you at the time?"
"In his private office."
"Were any of the clerks present?"
"Not any--Stay! One of the clerks brought in the diamonds to Mr. Hafferman, but he did not remain. Only Mr. 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.
"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."
"Naturally not," smiled Nick. "Now, then, for what special purpose did you want those particular diamonds? I think you referred to one."
A slight tinge of red appeared in Venner's cheeks when he replied, a change which by no means escaped Nick's observation.
"I wanted the stones, or then thought I might, for a customer who contemplated giving me an order for a valuable diamond cross, to be worn upon the stage. We happen to have in stock no diamonds perfectly adapted to her requirements, and so I called upon Hafferman to learn if he could supply me."
"Who is the customer, Mr. Venner?"
"I do not see how her identity can be at all essential to the investigation of this affair, yet I have no objection to disclosing it," said Venner, frowning slightly.
"Why demur over it, then?" demanded Nick, bluntly.
"Only because of an aversion to bringing the lady into the case, of which she, of course, knows nothing," retorted Venner. "I expected the order from Se?ora Cervera, the Spanish dancer."
"Ah! Is she not a member of the Mammoth Vaudeville Troupe, which has been playing here to packed houses for several months?"
"She is,