Then he hastened to the rear of the store, and spoke through the open window near the cashier’s desk.
“Do any of you know of an order sent out by Mr. Venner this morning?” he inquired, addressing the several clerks at work in the office. “An order to Thomas Hafferman for ten diamonds.”
Only a girl stenographer, seated at a typewriter near the office door, replied:
“I think Mr. Venner sent Spaulding out about half an hour ago, sir,” she replied. “I saw him give Spaulding several letters.”
“Ah, doubtless it’s all right enough,” bowed Garside; “yet I wonder that I had heard nothing about it. Joseph, has Spaulding been here within a few minutes?”
“No, sir,” replied the clerk, the same who had at first been questioned. “I saw him go out just before Mr. Venner departed, and he has not yet returned.”
Garside had now reached the middle of the store again, where Boyden was still waiting.
“Are you quite sure that the order came from Mr. Venner?” he again inquired. “How long ago was the messenger at your store?”
“About half an hour ago, sir,” Boyden readily answered. “The order was, I presume, signed by Mr. Venner.”
“Was it our man Spaulding who delivered the order? Do you know him by sight?”
“I do not, sir. Joseph Maynard, yonder, is the only clerk here with whom I am acquainted, and I think he will vouch for me,” said Boyden, now beginning to smile at Garside’s manifest caution over receiving the diamonds. “Surely, sir, no harm can come from your keeping the stones until Mr. Venner returns, since I am willing to leave them with you,” he added, laughing.
“Oh, no, no—I wasn’t thinking of that,” Garside quickly answered. “I wished only to avoid the needless trouble of returning them, in case the order did not come from us.”
“I think the order was all right, Mr. Garside. Besides, sir, I saw Mr. Venner yesterday at our store, examining some diamonds. Doubtless these are the same.”
“Oh, if that’s the case, leave them, by all means,” Garside cried. “I was not aware that he had called there. Probably they are for some order of which he has personal charge. Yes, yes, Mr. Boyden, leave them, certainly. Here, Joseph, place the package in one of the vault drawers, and hand it to Mr. Venner when he returns. Sorry to have detained you so long, Mr. Boyden. Had you begun by stating that Venner called yesterday upon Mr. Hafferman, I should not have demurred over the matter.”
“There’s no harm done, Mr. Garside, none whatever,” replied Boyden, bowing and smiling. “I appreciate your caution, sir. If there proves to have been any mistake in ordering them, you can easily return the stones. Good-morning, sir.”
Garside replied with a nod over his shoulder, having turned to hand the parcel to his clerk back of the counter, and Boyden immediately departed.
“Is that young man an acquaintance of yours, Maynard?” inquired Mr. Garside.
“Yes, sir. He has been with Hafferman for several years.”
“Doubtless it’s all right, then. Odd, though, that Venner should have made no mention to me of this order. Hand him the package as soon as he comes in.”
“I will, sir, at once.”
Maynard had already placed the small parcel in a drawer of the huge steel vault back of the counter, and he now resumed the work at which he had been engaged.
Mr. Garside sauntered toward the front of the store, and presently greeted a lady who entered.
Twenty minutes passed, and the incident of the diamonds was almost forgotten by both employer and clerk.
Soon both were reminded of it, however, by the entrance of another man—a smooth-featured young fellow, with pale blue eyes, a sallow complexion, slightly pock-marked. He was of medium height, and well put together, and was clad in a neat business suit of fashionable appearance.
Quickly approaching Mr. Garside, who was then disengaged, he tendered one of Thomas Hafferman’s business cards, and said, glibly, while bowing and laughing lightly:
“Excuse me, Mr. Garside, but we rather owe you an apology. Our Mr. Boyden left some diamonds with you a short time ago, which should have been delivered to Tiffany & Co. Mr. Hafferman read the order without his spectacles, and it’s rather a good joke on him, for he thought it was signed Venner & Co. The blunder was partly owing to the fact, no doubt, that Mr. Venner called to see him yesterday about some diamonds.”
“There!” exclaimed Garside, as if quite pleased to discover that he had been so nearly right. “I knew well enough that Venner had not sent out any order without mentioning it to me. Yes, your Mr. Boyden left the stones here. For Tiffany & Co., eh?”
“Yes, sir, and they should have been delivered long ago,” was the reply, with a conventional laugh. “If you please, I’ll leave them there on my way back. Deucedly stupid blunder on Hafferman’s part, I’m sure; and I hope—”
“Oh, there’s no harm done, I guess, and but little time lost,” interrupted Garside, joining in the other’s laugh. “You will deliver them, you say?”
“If you please.”
“Here, Joseph, hand me that package of diamonds left here by Boyden. They were sent to us by mistake. I knew it well enough at the time. Here you are, Mr. ——”
“Raymond, sir. I am cashier at Hafferman’s. Many thanks. Sorry to have troubled you—very sorry.”
“No trouble at all,” laughed Garside, accompanying Mr. Raymond toward the street door. “The trouble has been all yours, sir.”
“That’s quite true,” smiled Raymond, as he bowed himself out with the package of diamonds in his hand. “But now the pleasure is all mine!” he added to himself, upon reaching the sidewalk.
Then he strode rapidly away, quickly losing himself in the midday stream of people thronging the famous New York thoroughfare.
Less than five minutes later, before any misgivings had crept into the mind of Mr. Garside, the senior member of the firm came hurrying into the store.
“Oh, I say, Venner!” exclaimed his partner, stopping him near the office door. “What diamonds are you thinking of buying of Hafferman?”
“Of Hafferman?” echoed Venner, with a look of surprise.
“Weren’t you looking at some stones there yesterday?”
“Yes, certainly. Some very choice diamonds. I want ten of the first water, a little larger and more perfectly matched than any we have in stock at present. But how did you learn that I had called there?”
Mr. Garside quickly informed him of the several incidents of the past half hour, when, to his consternation and dismay a look of sudden apprehension swept over Venner’s face.
“Raymond—the name of Hafferman’s cashier!” he cried. “Nothing of the sort, Philip. Their cashier is named Briggs. I know him well.”
“Briggs! Briggs!”
“Briggs—yes, Briggs!” reiterated Mr. Venner, excitedly. “By Heaven, there must be something wrong here!”
“Dear me! If this Raymond was an impostor, we are done out of—”
“Wait—wait!”
Checking his partner with an impulsive gesture, Venner rushed into his private office and seized his desk telephone, quickly calling up the firm by which the diamonds had been sent.
Garside followed him into the room, only to hear the questions hurriedly asked over the wire by his excited partner, who presently dropped the telephone and