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"Mein Gott, Laadham, how do you know when you haf der boil on der pack of your neck? You can'd zee him, ain'd id?" Mr. Schultze turned to Mr. Czenki. "Der dhree of us vill go und zee Mr. Wynne. Id iss der miracle! Vass iss, iss, und id don'd do any good to say id ain'd."
It comes down simply to this: If there were only sixty thousand dollars' worth of diamonds then the one motive which Czenki might have had is eliminated; because Haney had practically fifty thousand dollars' worth of them, and here are some others. There would have been no share for your expert here.
Czenki glanced at them once uneasily, then resumed his fixed stare out of the window. "Sit down," said the chief again. Mr. Wynne glared at him for an instant, then dropped back into his chair. His hands were clenched desperately, and a slight flush in his clean-cut face showed the fight he was making to restrain himself.
"Do I understand," he demanded in a tone of deliberate annoyance, "that you, Czenki, and you, Schultze, expect me to believe that those diamonds we saw were not natural, but were real diamonds turned out by machinery in a in a diamond factory? Is that what you are driving at? "Das iss!" declared the German bluntly.
He stared dumbly, first at Mr. Czenki, then at Mr. Schultze. There was not even incredulity in the look, only faint amazement that two such well-balanced men should have gone mad at once. At last the German importer turned upon him flatly. "Why don'd you ged egzited aboud id, Laadham?" he demanded. "He iss all righd, nod crazy," he added with whimsical assurance.
"It's a diamond!" remarked Mr. Czenki, as if he himself had doubted it. "A deep rose-color, cut as a perfect sphere." "It's worth half a million dollars if it's worth a cent!" exclaimed Mr. Solomon almost fiercely. "And this, please." Mr.
He admitted that the quest for her had thus far been fruitless, assuring them at the same time that it would go steadily on, for the present at least. "And now, Mr. Latham," he went on, and inadvertently he glanced at Mr. Czenki, "I have been hampered, of course, by the fact that you have not taken me completely into your confidence in this matter.
Schultze advised. "Dey are his diamonds, you know, und your hands might ged in drouble." "I mean figuratively, of course," the detective amended. He stopped and drummed on his stiff hat with his fingers. Again he glanced at the impassive face of Mr. Czenki with keen, questioning eyes; and for one bare instant it seemed as if he were trying to bring his memory to his aid.
Latham turned away from him, half angrily, and glared at the expert, who was still regarding the floor. "What do you know about this, anyway, Czenki?" he demanded. "How do you know he makes them? Have you seen him make them?" Thus directly addressed Mr. Czenki looked up, and the living flame of wonder within his eyes flickered and died.
Latham lapsed into silence, and for a time paced back and forth across his office; Mr. Czenki stood waiting. "Please get the exact weight," Mr. Latham requested abruptly. "Also test the cutting. It came into my possession in rather an an unusual manner, and I'm curious." The expert went out. An hour later he returned and placed the white, glazed box on the desk before Mr. Latham.
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