A man entering the liquor store might be supposed to be doing so simply to obtain a drink, while under his coat would be concealed the proceeds of some burglary that he was about to dispose of.
The “fence” proper was located at the rear of the jewelry part of the premises, a door at the back of the saloon communicating with it.
Nick Carter so thoroughly disguised himself that he could not by any possibility be recognized, and then sauntered into the saloon.
Gorse himself was behind the bar.
Nodding to him, Nick said:
“I want to see the proprietor. Is he in?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“The nature of your business.”
“It is important.”