“See here!” Nick exclaimed, and his voice took on a somewhat threatening ring. “Unless you——”
“One moment, sir,” Hart again interrupted. “I will speak to our manager, Mr. Garland. He will talk with you. Wait just one moment.”
Hart vanished from the window, and through the brass lattice Nick saw him hasten into one of the private offices.
Five minutes passed and he did not reappear.
“This looks deucedly like not getting them, by Jove,” whispered Waldmere, gazing dubiously at the detective.
“I don’t expect to get them,” Nick muttered.
“No?”
“I came here only to size up these fellows and hear what they would say,” Nick quietly added. “Say nothing while I am talking with the manager, if he ever decides to show up.”
“You think——”
“There’s nothing to it. The two men are discussing the situation. They don’t like it for some reason. I must find later of what that reason consists. It may be the key to the whole business.”