Furman arose to his feet, and, before he had time to look around him, the other handcuff was slipped on him.
“Well, you are a lovely pair, ain’t you?” said Nick, surveying his captives.
“Let me go,” said Smith, “and I will give you all that is in the safe—nearly a quarter of a million in government bonds. Give me enough to take me out of the country, and you can have the rest.”
Nick Carter laughed at him.
The safe door was open, and the broker asked permission to close it.
“I will attend to that,” said the detective; “you chaps can amuse yourselves in any manner you choose, while I am at work.”
With an ordinary penknife Nick removed the screws holding the compartment containing the tumblers in place.
It took him but a few minutes to set the lock on a new combination and replace it; then he closed the safe.
Tom Smith was a most interested spectator.
The broker felt that all was up with him.