Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-10-19
CHAPTER V.

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Vughfares gathered around the police
man and his prisoner with grLnnine
oallousness.
"Wnt's e bin a-doin' Off"
"N:"ked lydy's purse, eh?"
"Naw! Bin ticklin' the till more
IKE"
"Bli-me, don't e look sick!'
They ran and buzzed around him
like wasps, singing most bitterly with
coarse words and coarser laughter. An
omnibus slowed its pace to let them
cross the road, and Philip knew that
the people on top craned their necks to
have a good look at him. When near
ing the viaduct steps, the policeman
growled something at the pursuing
crowd. Another constable strobe rap
idly to the entrance and cut off the
loafers, sternly advising them to find
some other destination. But the res
pite was brief one. The pair reached
harrington street and had barely at
tracted attention before they passed
the restaurant where Philip had lunch
ed. The hour was yet early for midday
customers, and the baldheaded proprie-
tor saw them coming. He rushed out.
The greengrocer, too, turned from his
wares and joined In the explanations
Of his friend at this speedy denouement
of the trivial incident of twenty min
utes earlier.
The restaurant keeper was made ju-
bilant by this dramatic vindication of
the accuracy Of his judgment
THE thievin' young scamp he ejac
ulated. That's right. Mr.. Policeman.
Lock i'm up. Els o regular wrong 'un."
The constable stopped. "Hellow he
said. do you know him?"
II should think l did. e KEN ERE
Just now an obtained good blowout
on false pretences, an =
"'Old ard" put In the greengrocer.
"that's not quite the ticket. E asked
you to trust i'm, but you wouldn't"
The stout man gurgled.
"Not me. know is sort. But e 'ad
you fair treat, Billy"
"Mebbe, an mebbe not. Ennyhow,
two bob won't break me, an I'm sorry
for the kid. Wot's e done, Mr. Police
manY' Mr. Judd was nettled, yet IN
willing to acknowledge he was wholly
wrong.
"Stole heap of diamonds. Do either
Of you know him?"
"Never saw him afore this mornin'."
Never bin in my 'ouse before"
"Then come along" and Philip was
tugged onward, but not before he
found courage to say:
THANK you once more, Mr.. Judd. I
will keep my word, never fear"
what are you thanking him for?"
said the constable.
"For believing In me-" was the curt
answer.
The policeman tried to extract some
meaning from the words, but failed.
He privately admitted that it was an
extraordinary affair. How came
boy who spoke like a gentleman and
was dressed like a street arab to be
wandering about London with a pock-
etful of diamonds and admitted to,
the private office of the chief diamond
merchant in Hatton Garden? He gave
It up, but silently thanked the stars
which connected him with an impor-
tant case.
At last Philips Via Dolorosa ended
In the Bridewell police station. He
was paraded before the Inspector In
charge, a functionary who would not
have exhibited any surprise had the
German emperor been brought before
him charged with shoplifting.
He opened huge ledger, tried If his
I n 1,ot obs Nly N
piece of paper and said laconically:s
"Name"
No answer from the prisoner, follow
ed by emphatic demands from inspect
or and constable, the former volunteer
ing the information that to refuse your
name and address was in itself an Of
Tense against the law.
Philips sangfroid was coming to his
aid. The horror of his passage through
the gaping mob had cauterized all 9th
er sentiments, and he now saw that If
he would preserve his incognito he
must adopt ruse.
philip Morland," he said doggedly
when the inspector asked him his
name for the last time before record
ing definite refusal.
Phillip Morlandp' 1t sounded curl.
ously familiar in his ears. His mother
was a Miss Mo-land prior to her mar
riage, but he had not noticed the odd
coincidence that he should have been
christened after the "Sir Philip of the
packet of letters so fortunately left be-
hind that morning.
"Address?
Park lane"
The inspector began to write before
the absurdity of the reply dawned or
him. He stopped.
els your mother a caretaker there OF
your father employed In a mewsT
my father and mother are dead"
'Then will you kindly inform Vi
what number in Park lane you live
at87
II have not determined that as yet
intend to buy a house there"