“The jolly manager, I think.”
“Do you remember his name?”
“’Pon my word, sir, I don’t,” said Waldmere, with a groan over his inability to be of any material aid. “I don’t know that I heard his bally name, sir, as far as that goes. Molly did all of the talking.”
“What was said, or done?”
“Very little, sir, ’pon my word. Mollie turned in the ticket to a dinky clerk in a window. He took it to a back room, as I remember, and in about five minutes the bally manager came out.”
“What did he say?” Nick inquired.
“He said as how the jewels were in the vault, which had been closed about five o’clock for the day, and that it couldn’t be opened until to-morrow morning.”
“He stated that it had a time lock, didn’t he?”
“Exactly. That’s just what he said.”
“And that your wife could redeem the jewels if she were to call to-morrow morning?”