“I will do as you say, Mr. Car—Mr. Jones.”
CHAPTER XI.
THE CIGARETTE MACHINE.
Nick was about to speak on, but his eye caught a flash of something among the papers on the desk.
He picked up the object and found that it was a small, nickel-plated instrument used in manufacturing cigarettes.
“To whom does this belong?” he inquired.
“To uncle Horace. Do you know what it is, Mr. Jones?”
Nick ignored the question.
“How long has your uncle had it?”
“I do not know. I only remember seeing it here during the last two or three days.”
“You would have seen it if it had been here before?”