“I’m jolly well convinced that——”
“Quiet. Here comes the manager.”
A tall, somewhat cadaverous man of forty was approaching from the private office. His bushy brows were knit, and he had an aggressive aspect that gave promise of nothing favorable. He came straight to the window at which Nick and Waldmere were standing.
“Are you the gentlemen who wish to redeem some jewels?” he asked abruptly.
“Yes,” said Nick shortly.
“I am Mr. Garland, the manager. My assistant has told me what you have said. There really is nothing we can do for you. You will have to bring the ticket for the pledge in order to redeem it.”
“But we cannot get the ticket until this gentleman’s wife returns,” Nick replied.
“Where has she gone?”
“We don’t know. She is away with a friend.”
“Is the ticket in her name?”