“Surely not, Nick,” Chick nodded. “That’s dead open and shut.”
“To whom have you confided your intentions, Waldmere, outside of this house?” Nick inquired.
“Only to my London agent and the expressman I employed. But the latter cannot have known what the three cases contained.”
“You have confided in none of your friends, or acquaintances?”
“No, not one.”
“But you have discussed the matter here at times with your wife?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“Your London agent is reliable, you say?”
“Absolutely,” Waldmere declared. “There is no question about it.”
“Obviously, then, the information obtained by the crooks must have been imparted by some one who overheard you discussing your designs, and who has been constantly informed of your intentions and what was being done. Naturally, of course, suspicion points to one of your servants.”