Burt emitted a low whistle. Now he knew why Quick had turned pale when he last confronted him.
“Mike did not get the diamond?”
“No; Bull Blair collared it.”
“Blair did not know of you having it, did he?” asked Burt.
“No; he came here to gut my safe, and he took that with the rest. I am ruined.”
Tears coursed down the wretched miser’s furrowed cheeks. It was for the loss of money he could never enjoy he wept.
“I have Tony Riley in custody.”
“I’ve fed and clothed that rascal, and it was he who put Bull Blair up to rob me.”
“Then it wasn’t Quick who left you at the foot of the cellar shaft?”
“No; it was Blair and Riley,” replied Monte; “but I will get square!”