"What will be the result, Philip?--what will be the result?" added Venner, with a curious mingling of exultation and asperity. "If our victims appeal to Nick Carter for help--are we not also already in his good graces? Have we not insured his confidence in us by this little move of to-day? Will he not reveal himself and his suspicions to us, just as I have designed, and keep us posted about his every move, and so forewarned and forearmed? Of course he will--to be sure he will!" "But he is such a crafty and daring--" "Bah! Is he more crafty than Dave Kilgore?" demanded Venner, significantly. "Is he more daring than Spotty Dalton, or more determined than anyone of the Kilgore gang? Not by a long chalk, Philip, and I know of them of whom I speak. Ay, as much and more of them than does Detective Nick Carter." "Perhaps you are right, Rufus," murmured Garside, nodding. "We certainly are about launching a tremendous, an utterly unparalleled, swindle. The like of it was never, never known. There should be millions in it. Yes, yes, Rufus, you are right. It was wise to preface our gigantic operations by getting well in touch with Nick Carter." "To be sure, it was wise, Philip, or I should not have taken the trouble to do so," said Venner, with much less acrimony. "So be a man always, Philip, and never a flunky. You have played your part admirably this morning. Let it be played as well, Philip, even to the finish--even to the last ditch!" Philip Garside's color had returned, and he smiled confidently and nodded in approval. Plainly enough, this hushed yet emphatic intercourse between these two indicated one fact--that Detective Nick Carter was up against a far deeper game than he then imagined. CHAPTER IV. GETTING DOWN TO WORK. "Well, Nick, old man, what have you made of it?" The question came from Chick Carter, in his familiar and cheerful fashion, several hours after the interview held by the two detectives with Rufus Venner and his partner in their Fifth Avenue store. It was now about six o'clock in the evening, and Chick had just returned from having a confidential talk with one of the stage hands of the theater in which the then famous attraction, the mammoth European and American vaudeville troupe, of which Señora Cervera was a star attraction, had for several months been playing to crowded houses. Chick found Nick seated at the table in his library, with a powerful magnifying glass in his hand, while the table was strewn with the papers he that morning had brought from the office of Venner & Co. Nick looked up with a laugh, and knocked the ashes from his cigar. "Well, there's no doubt about it, Chick," he replied. "We are finally up against them." "The Kilgore diamond gang?" "Precisely." "I'm glad of it, Nick, as you remarked this morning." "Well, I've not changed my mind since then. So am I." "We shall now find out whether they are as crafty and desperate as they have been painted."