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"The work of cutting could go on steadily here, under the direction of Mr. Czenki," Mr. Wynne resumed after a moment. "The secrecy of this place has not been violated for forty years. We are now one hundred and seventy feet below ground level, in a gallery of the abandoned coal mine which gave Coaldale its name, reached underground from the cellar in the cottage.
We'll try a little experiment." He carefully placed the jewel which the German handed to him, in an outside pocket, and together they went to his office. Mr. Czenki appeared, in answer to a summons, and Mr. Latham gave him the German's box. "That's the diamond you examined for me this morning, isn't it?" he inquired. Mr. Czenki turned it out into his hand and scrutinized it perfunctorily.
Come along, now; don't make any trouble." Fairly drunk with excitement, his lean face, usually expressionless, now flushed and working strangely, and his beady black eyes aglitter, Mr. Czenki reeled into the study where Mr. Latham and Mr. Schultze sat awaiting Mr. Birnes.
Latham was engrossed in the routine of correspondence. There was only an occasional glance at the box in the pigeonhole, and momentary fits of abstraction, to indicate an unabated interest and growing curiosity in the diamond. The last letter was finished, and the stenographer arose to leave. "Please ask Mr. Czenki to come here," Mr. Latham directed. And after a while Mr. Czenki appeared.
A moment later they heard steps in the kitchen, then in the narrow hall approaching, and the doorway of the room where they stood framed the figure of a man. It was Mr. Czenki. "There's your man, Chief," remarked Mr. Birnes quietly.
He paused and glanced along the table. Only the face of Mr. Czenki was impassive. "Since the opening of the fields in South Africa," Mr.
"Your name has been repeated to me so often that I almost feel as if I knew you." Mr. Czenki bowed without speaking. "I am assuming that this is the Mr. Czenki who was associated with Mr. Barnato and Mr. Zeidt?" the young man went on. "That is correct, yes," replied the expert. "And I believe, too, that you once did some special work for Professor Henri Moissan in Paris?" Mr.
"Id vas coming in dime, Laadham, id vas coming, of course Und I haf always noticed dat whatever iss coming does come." "Made, made made as you make marbles," Mr. Czenki repeated monotonously. "Yes, it had to come, but but imagine the insuperable difficulties that one brain had to surmount!" He passed a thin hand across his flushed brow, and was thoughtfully silent.
Roofs and walls of the entire place are shored up to insure safety, and heavy felts make this chamber sound-proof, smothering even the detonation of the guns. Mr. Czenki is the man to do the work. Mr. Kellner, for ten years, held him to be the first expert in the world, and it would be carrying out his wishes if Mr. Czenki would agree. If he does not I shall undertake it, and flood the market!"
He didn't even look up; he was still gazing at the figure on the floor. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" demanded Chief Arkwright coldly. Mr. Czenki met the accusing stare of the chief squarely for an instant, then the keen eyes shifted to the slightly flushed face of Mr. Birnes and lingered there interrogatively.
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