“And you are still trusting to luck?”
“Certainly. I shall get out in some way.”
“You have no idea where you are?”
“On Houston Street, I presume,” replied Nick, wondering if the men he had ordered on duty had located the house he entered.
“Streets do not matter,” said the other. “It is the place that counts. This looks all regular, doesn’t it?”
The fellow glanced about the room with evident pride.
“It looks all right,” said Nick. “What is the game?”
“It is the office of the Great Diamond Syndicate,” was the reply, “or a branch office, rather, for the main establishment is in London.”
“You have the Maynard diamonds here, I presume?” asked Nick.
“They are not far away,” was the reply.