“That is sufficient,” Nick interrupted. “Tell Mr. Waldmere that he may send you and McLauren after the seventeen cases remaining in the car. I will look after getting—the other three.”
“Do you mean, Mr. Carter, that——”
“Never mind what I mean,” Nick again cut in. “Say nothing about the questions I have asked. Do only what I have directed.”
“I will, sir.”
Gilbert bowed and withdrew. He looked as if something unthought of before had suddenly dawned upon him.
“By Jove, we seem to be getting down to cases,” Chick remarked, when the chauffeur had closed the door.
“We are,” Nick tersely agreed.
“You think the man who showed up just in time to direct loading the freight car——”
“Is the man we want, or one of them,” put in Nick. “There is no doubt of that. He got by both Gilbert and the train hand by assuming an air of authority that completely deceived both. One supposed him a road employee; the other the owner, perhaps, of the twenty cases.”
“Most likely.”