Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-03

uUASh0hN Al AAdtluu 6NAduAs AAo baN " 1t 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 moi have exhibited any surprise had the German emperor been brought before him charged with shopllfting. He opened Q huge ledger. tried if his pen would make hair stroke on q piece of pnper and said laconically: "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. fense against the law.
 Philips sangfroid was coming to his aid. The horror of his passage through the gaping mob had cauterized all oth. CT 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.
 Philip Morlandr' It sounded curi- ously familiar in his ears. His mother was Miss Morland 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 on him. He stopped.
 "Is your mother caretaker there or your father employed in mews?"
 My father and mother are dead"
 "Then will you kindly inform us what number in Park lane you live atT"
 T have not determined that as yet I intend to buy house there."
 Some constables lounging about the office laughed, and the inspector, in. censed out of his routine habits. shout ed angrily:
 'This is no place for joking, boy, Answer me properly or 1t will be worse for you"
 T have answered you quite properly The constable who brought me here has in his possession. diamonds worth many thousands of pounds belonging to me. I own hundred times as many. Surely can buy house ir Park lane if like" The inspector was staggered by this we'll bred insolence. He was search. ing for some crushing legal threat that would frighten the boy into state of due humility when Mfr Isaacstein en' | tered
 The Hatton Garden magnate a~aill related the cllcunsaAcc, allenuiiG Philips arrest. and the inspector promptly asked:
 What charge shall enter? You gave him into custody. Do you think he has stolen the dlamondsr'
 Isaacstein had been thinking hard during a short cab drive. His reply was unexpectedly frank.
 "He could not have stolen what nev CT existed. There is no such known collection of meteoric diamonds in thu world"
 But there must be, because they ar, here" By this time the parcel of dirt, white stones was lying open on thu counter, and both merchant and DO liceman were gazing at them intently There was q nettling logic in the in spector's retort.
 q cannot answer riddles," said Is Aacstein shortly. T can only stat the facts. If any other man in th' city of London is higher authorit, on diamonds than l, so to him and asl his opinion"
 "Mr. Isaacstein Is right" interpose, Philip. No one else owns diamond like mine. No one else can obtain them. I have robbed no man. Civ, me my diamonds and let me go."
 The inspector laughed officially. H gazed intently at Philip and thei sought illumination from Isaacstein' perturbed countenance, but Isaacsteil was moodily examining the contents o the paper and turning oyer both tn