CHAPTER IX. THE DIAMOND CLASP.
They then left the room. Nick dispatched Patsy secretly to the Stevens house.
Shortly before noon, Colonel Richmond, Horace, and Nick took a train for the city.
At two o'clock they entered the vault of the safe deposit company.
It is a long room below the level of the street.
The walls are lined with metal drawers, fastened by locks of the most approved pattern.
The drawers near the floor are the largest. They are, perhaps, a foot square, as seen when closed. Near the top of the room they are much smaller.
A movable metal step-ladder stands ready for the convenience of those who wish to reach the boxes on the upper tiers.
The space in the middle of the room is railed off, and there sits a guard day and night.
“This is ours,” said the colonel, advancing toward one of the larger drawers. “I placed the diamond clasp on the very top of the pile of jewels within. It was in a case of its own.”
Nick turned to speak to the officer in charge.
He questioned him regarding the possibility of any person taking anything from the boxes. He asked especially about the custody of Mrs. Pond's jewels.
“Colonel Richmond and Mrs. Pond have the two keys necessary for opening the drawer,” said the official.
“Yes,” said Colonel Richmond, speaking over his shoulder to Nick. “I told you all about that, and I explained how the second key happened to be in my possession instead of Mrs. Pond's.”
“True,” said Nick, apologetically, “that was not what I was asking about.”
At that moment he heard the click of the drawer as it was pulled open.
“Here, wait for me!” he cried. “I should see everything.”
As he stepped forward Horace Richmond was just closing the little case which had held the diamond clasp. The colonel was turning away.
“I am deeply disappointed,” he said. “The clasp is there.”
As the colonel walked away with bowed head, Nick turned to Horace.
The young man's face was a study. He looked as if he had seen a grave-yard full of ghosts.
“Nick Carter,” he whispered, “this is dreadful.”
“What?”
“Hush! I had to fool him. I positively had to or he would have gone crazy.”
He poured the words into Nick's ear in an excited whisper.
“I made him think the clasp was in the box, but it isn't. I substituted another piece. The clasp is gone. What shall we do?”
He showed Nick the box. It contained nothing. Horace had removed the piece which he had used in the deception.
“Good Heavens!” cried Horace. “He heard me.”
He pointed to the colonel, who stood like one who has been struck upon the head.
“Gone!” he cried, rushing toward them. “You deceived me!”
Well, they searched the drawer, and the clasp certainly was not there.
Horace explained how he had deceived the colonel by quickly putting another piece of jewelry into the little case when he found it empty.
“I am clever at sleight-of-hand,” said he, “or I could never have worked it. I just flashed it before your eyes, uncle, and made you think that you saw the clasp. Forgive me; I thought it was the best.”
“I will forgive you, Horace,” said Colonel Richmond, gently; “but now you must believe. And you, too, Mr. Carter. Here is proof positive.”
They locked the drawer and left the vault.
In the ante-chamber Nick turned to Horace.
“I suppose you'll want to knock my head off when I tell you what I now propose to do,” said the detective. “But I think it ought to be done.”
“What is it?” asked Horace.
“I think you ought to be searched.”
“Exactly my own idea,” said Horace. “It is only fair to you. Proceed.”
Nick searched him. The diamond clasp was not found. Horace certainly did not have it.
