"Very good," said Nick, putting the several papers into his pocket. "Now, Chick, what of the man who visited Hafferman's store with the forged order?"
"He merely left the order and asked that the diamonds should be sent here at once."
"What sort of a man?"
"Dark, about fifty, with a heavy mustache and wavy hair," said Chick, glibly. "Quite a big fellow, Hafferman states."
"H'm!" ejaculated Nick, with a significant nod. "Now, Mr. Garside, describe the man to whom you delivered the diamonds."
"Raymond?"
"If that is the name he gave you."
"He is a well-built, smoothly shaven fellow, of about thirty years, with a sallow complexion, slightly pock-marked—"
"Ah, I thought so!" Nick curtly interrupted. "That's quite sufficient, Mr. Garside."
"What do you mean, Carter?" quickly demanded Venner. "Do you already recognize these criminals?"