With Links of Steel; Or, The Peril of the Unknown. Carter Nicholas
rare qualities."
"What did she decide to do about the diamonds, Mr. Venner?"
"She gave me an order for the cross, Detective Carter, to be made and delivered as soon as possible."
"This was during your call upon her this morning?"
"Certainly."
"You had previously sent no order to Hafferman for the stones?"
"Surely not."
"Yet a written order was received by him, or he would not have delivered the goods."
"In which case, then, it was a forgery."
"No doubt of it," Nick readily admitted. "Chick."
"Yes, Nick."
"Take a carriage and go at once and interview Hafferman. See what you can learn from him. 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 will return as quickly as possible."
"You will find me here," nodded Nick. "Wait a moment!"
"Well?"
"Also get a description of the party who delivered the written order at Hafferman's store. Inquire what he said at the time, and why he did not attempt securing the diamonds then and there."
"Probably he was not known there, and knew he could not get them," observed Venner, by way of explanation.
Nick made no reply to this, however, and Chick hurriedly departed.
CHAPTER III.
THE KILGORE DIAMOND GANG.
"Now, gentlemen, only a few more questions, and I then shall be ready to go at this case in a more energetic fashion," said Nick Carter, immediately after Chick's departure. "Were any of your clerks absent from the store, Mr. Venner, at the time of this robbery?"
"As I was absent myself, I cannot say," replied Venner, rather dryly. "How about it, Garside?—you were here."
"Only one clerk, a young man named Spaulding, was out of the store."
"Was he out on business?"
"Yes, under my instructions," Venner quickly explained. "We have numerous old accounts on our books, and just before I went uptown I sent Spaulding out to try to make a few collections. I think he has returned by this time."
"It does not matter, since he was out under your instructions," said Nick, closing his notebook. "Now, Mr. Venner, who among your employees knew you thought of buying this lot of diamonds from Hafferman, or that you had called at his store to examine them?"
"Not a soul," was the prompt reply.
"Are you sure of that?"
"Absolutely. I had said nothing of the matter, even to my partner, there being nothing definite about it before I saw Señora Cervera this morning. 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.
"I wish to make a comparison with the forged order which my assistant will presently bring from Mr. Hafferman," Nick coolly explained. "I would suggest that you do not delay me."
Venner made no reply, but took a pen and signed the firm's name upon the blank paper.
"Now yours, Mr. Garside."
"Mine also, Detective Carter?" queried Garside, with a look of surprise.
"If you please."
"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. Either that, or I shall drop the case at once. Your signature, Mr. Garside."
Garside hastened to take the pen, and dashed off the firm's signature below that of his partner. Nick tore the page from the block, then handed the latter to Venner.
"Now, Mr. Venner," said he, "have each of your employees, from first to last, write his name with pen and ink upon this paper. Don't overlook one of them, not one, from your bookkeeper down to your office boy. If Spaulding is still out, get his signature later, and send it to me by mail. I will wait here while you are thus engaged."
Venner now vaguely perceived Nick's suspicions and design, and he could not consistently offer any remonstrance. Yet he plainly resented the idea that any of his clerks could have been guilty of co-operation with the criminals who had committed the robbery that morning, and his dark features wore a grim and sullen expression when he took the block of paper and repaired to his main office.
Nick Carter sat and waited, silently sizing up the case as he then saw it.
Just as Venner returned with the numerous signatures, Chick also put in an appearance again, bringing with him the forged order which had been left at Hafferman's store. Nick merely glanced at it, then thrust it into his pocket.
"Did you see Boyden?" he inquired of Chick.
"Yes, and spoke with him," nodded Chick.
"What about him?"
"He looks all right."
"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."
"He is a well-built, smoothly shaven fellow, of about thirty years, with a sallow complexion, slightly pock-marked—"
"Ah, I thought so!" Nick curtly interrupted. "That's quite sufficient, Mr. Garside."
"What do you mean, Carter?" quickly demanded Venner. "Do you already recognize these criminals?"
"I recognize their work."
"And the men?"
"I've