“Yes.”
“What name?”
“We don’t know that, either,” said Nick. “She used a fictitious name when she negotiated the loan.”
“Why did she do that?” Garland demanded. “There should have been no occasion for it. We do all of our business aboveboard and expect no less of our patrons. Really, gentlemen, this matter don’t look quite right to me. You will have to wait until the woman returns, or sends you the ticket.”
Nick Carter’s disguised face took on a more threatening frown. He pressed nearer the window, replying, in peppery tones:
“This don’t look right to you, eh? What is it, sir, that don’t look right to you.”
“We will not discuss that point,” said Garland curtly. “I have told you the only way by which you can redeem the pledge and obtain the jewels.”
“No, you haven’t,” snapped Nick hotly. “I can appeal to the authorities. I can call in the police. I’ll do it, too, unless you come down from your high horse.”
“Don’t be foolish, my man,” said Garland, frowning.
“I’m not at all sure that the jewels are here. I’ll find out—I’ll make it a point to find out.”