The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-08-16

Philips sangfroid was coming to his
Iail. The horror of his passage through
the gaping mob had caute ssed all 9TH
err sentiments. and he now saw that II
he would preserve his incognito he
must adopt ruse.
"Philip Morland." he said doggeGly
when the Inspector asked him his
name for the last time before record
| ing q definite refusal
philip Morlandw 1t sounded Curl
ously familiar in his ears. His mother
was Miss Morland prior to her mar
riage, but lie had not noticed the odl
coincidence that he should have been
christened after the Sir Philip" of the
packet Of letters so fortunately left be-
hind that morning.
Address"
spark lane"
The inspector began to write before
the absurdity of the reply dawned on
him. He stopped.
us your mother a caretaker there or
your father employed in mewsT'
"My father and mother are dead"
'Then will you kindly inform us
what number in Park lane you live
atY
Il have not determined that as yet.
intend to buy house there"
Some constables lounging about the
office laughed, and the inspector, in
,ensed out Of his routine habits, shout
ID angrily:
This is no place for joking, boy.
Answer me properly or 1t will be worse
or you
II have answered you quite properly.
The constable who brought me here
has in his possession diamonds worth
many thousands Of pounds belonging
% me. / own hundred times as
many. Surely l can buy house in
Park lane if like"
The inspector was staggered by this
we'll bred insolence. He was search
ng for some crushing legal threat that
would frighten the boy into state Of
iue humility when Mr.. Isaacstein en-
cred.
The Hatton Garden magnate again
elated the circumstances attending
Philips arrest and the Inspector
promptly asked:
what charge shall I enter? You
rave him into custody. Do you think
ie has stolen the diamonds?"
Isaacstein had been thinking hard
Turing a short cab drive. His reply
vas Unexpectedly frank.
HE could not have stolen what new
r existed There is no such known
collection Of meteoric diamonds in the
world"
"But there must be, because they are
here"
By this time the parcel Of dirty
white stones was lying open on the
counter, and both merchant and po-
liceman were gazing at them intently.
There was a netting logic in the in
spectors retort
II cannot answer riddles" said Is
aacstein shortly. II can only state
the facts. If any other man in the
city of London is q higher authority
on diamonds than 1, go to him and ask
his opinion"
"Mr. Isaacstein is right" interposed
Philip. mo one else owns diamonds
like mine. No one else can obtain
them. l have robbed no man. Give
me my diamonds and let me go.'
The inspector laughed officially. He
gazed intently at Philip and then
sought illumination from Isaacstein's
perturbed countenance, but Isaacstein
was modify examining the contents of
the paper and turning over both the
stones and the scraps of iron with an
air of profound mystification.
"Ill tell you what" said the In
spector jubilantly after slight pause.
eve will charge him with being in I'M
lawful possession of certain diamonds,
supposed to have been stolen. He has
given me a false name and q silly adj
dress. Park lane, the young imp said
he lived in"
"a man in your position ought to be
more accurate" interposed Philip. 81
did not say lived in Park lane. told
you 1 intended to buy house there
Seldom indeed were the minor deities
Of the police station bearded In this
fashion, and by callow youth, but the
Inspector was. making the copperplate
hair strokes which had gained him pro-
motion, and his brain had gone back to
Its normal dullness.
II will just see If we cannot bring
him before q magistrate at once" he
said, addressing Mr.. Isaacstein. "Can
you make 1t convenient to attend the
court within an hour, sir? Then we
will get weeks remand, and we will
soon find OUT
"a weeks remandw Philip became
white again, and those large eyes Of
his began to burn. "What have I
DONE
"Silence! Search him carefully and
take him to the cells"
The boy turned despairingly to Isaac
stein.
"Mr Isaacstein," he said, with pitt
full break in his voice, "why do you let
them do this thing? You are a rich
man and well known. Tell them they
are wrong"
But Isaacstein was wabbllng now In
a renewed state Of excitement.
"what can do, boy?' he vociferat-
ed, almost Historically. You must