“There you are,” said Nick, turning back into the room with a smile. “I am now dead, and our three cutthroats will go away. How are you feeling now, madam?” he added, speaking to the woman, who had thrown herself into a chair and sat looking at the two men with rage and hate in her eyes.
While Patsy watched the prisoner, Nick made a search of the rooms.
He found letters and telegrams by the score. His conclusion was that the Great Diamond Syndicate was using the rooms as headquarters.
As he opened a locked drawer in a small secretary, the woman sprang to her feet and fought desperately.
“They are private papers there,” she cried. “If you are a gentleman, let them alone. Let them alone, I tell you!”
“Private papers!” echoed Nick. “I should say so! The private papers of the Great Diamond Syndicate! This is indeed a find!”
The woman fell back on the floor in a faint.
“This looks like easy money!” smiled Patsy, with a grin.