“The diamond syndicate?” echoed the miner. “What do I know about a diamond syndicate?”
“You know all about it,” replied Nick.
“This is the first I have heard of it,” said the man, a look of fear on his face.
It was easy to see that the man was lying.
“He’s givin’ you guff,” roared the bouncer. “Shall I put him out?”
Nick was getting angry. The developments of the night had convinced the detective that Hughart would make trouble if an attempt to take him by force was made.
“Get out!” roared the bouncer. “Don’t be kicking up a row here.”
Nick stepped backward to the door opening into the hall, and gave a shrill call on his police whistle.
In a second the bouncer was making for him, not with a weapon, but with his brawny fists, which had doubtless put more than one man out of business.