The man stared at Jack, and then shook his head.
"That's not the feller," he declared.
"Of course not. Your visitor must have given you some other name."
"Not on your life," returned Grody, promptly. "He said his name was Jack Diamond, sir, and I will swear to that."
"Well, this is somewhat interesting!" came grimly from Frank. "What did he do, Grody?"
"He looked Nemo over, sir."
"Looked Nemo over how—in what way?"
"Why, I offered to take Nemo out of the stall, but he said no, not to bother, as he only wished to glance at the horse. He went to the stall, which same I showed him, and looked in. The door wasn't locked, for I had just been cleanin' the stall out. He opened the door and stood there some little time. First thing I knew he was gone. I went and looked into the stall, and he was examinin' Nemo's feet. He seemed wonderful interested in the horse, and I saw by the way he acted he knew something about horses."
"The interest deepens," observed Frank. "Go on, Grody."