The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-30
CHAPTER V.


ing streets. The everlasting idlers of
London's busiest thoroughfares gath
ereo around the policeman and his pris-
oner With grinning callousness.
Wot's e bin-a-doin' off"
Nicked a lydys purse. eh?'
Nav! Bin ticklin' the till. more
like"
"Bli-me, don't e look sickw
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
nearing the viaduct steps, the police
man growled something at the pursu-
Ing crowd Another constable strobe
rapidly TO the entrance and cut off
the loafers, sternly advising them to
lind some other destination. But the
respite was a brief one. The pair
reached harrington Street. and had
barely attracted attention before they
passed the restaurant where Philip had
lunched. The hour was yet early for
midday customers, and the bald-headed
proprietor saw them coming. He rushed
out. The greengrocer, too, turned from
his wares and Joined in the exclama-
tons of his friend at this speedy de-
nouement of the trivial incident of
twenty minutes earlier.
The restaurant keeper was made ju-
bila1t by this dramatic vindication OF
the accuracy of his judgment
THE thievin' young scampr' he ejac-
ulated. That's right. Mr. Policeman
Lock i'm up. 'E's regular wrong 'un."
The constable stopped. "Hellow he
said. DO you know him?"
II should think 1 did 'E KEN ere
3ust now an obtained a good blowout
on false pretencies, 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 surgled.
Not me. I know is sort. But e
Fad 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
MANI" Mr.. Judd was nettled. vet nm
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 l
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 il was an
extraordinary affair. How came a boy
who spoke like a gentleman and was
dressed like street Arab TO be wan
dering about London with a pocketful
OF diamonds and admitted to the pri-
Vate office Of the chief diamond mer-
chant in Hatton Garden? He gave it
up, but silently thanked the stars which
connected him with an important 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 ex-
hibited any surprise had the German
Emperor been brought before him
charged with shoplifting
He opened a huge ledger, tried if
his pen would make a hair stroke on a
piece of paper, and said, laconicaHy:
Name"
No answer from the prisoner fol-
lowed by emphatic demands from in
spector and constable, the former vol
unteering the information that to re-
fuse your name and address was In it
self an offense against the law.
Philips sang-froid was coming to his
TIE gaping mob had cauteriZed all 9TH
er sentiments. and he now saw that If
he would preserve his incognito he
must adopt ruse.
adopt ruse.
Philip Morland," he said, doggedlv
when the inspector asked him his name
for the last time before recording a
definite refusal.
Philip Morlandl" 1t sounded curl
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? p"
Park Lane"
The inspectar began to write before
the absurdity Of the reply dawned on
him. He stopped.
Is your mother a caretaker there
or your father employed in a mews?"
My father and mother are dead"
Then win you kindly inform US
what number In Park lane you live
II have not determined that as yet
intend TO buy a house there"
Some constables lounging about the
Office laughed. and the inspector in
censed out of his routine habits, shout
ed, ansrlly:
This is no place for joking boy. An
swer me properly, or it will be worse
for you
Il have answered you quite properly
The constable who brought me here
has in his possession diamonds worth
many thousands of pounds belonging
TO me- l own a hundred times as
many. Surely l can buy a house in
Park lane If | like"
The inspector was staggered by this
well-bred insolence. He was search
ing for some crushing legal threat that
would brighten the boy into a state of
due humility when Mr.. Isaacstein en-
tered.
The Hatton Garden magnate again
related the circumstances attending
Philips arrest, and the inspector
promptly asked:
What charge shall l enter? You
gave him into custody. Do you think
he has stolen the diamonds?"
He could not have stolen what
never existed There is no such COL
lection Of meteoric diamonds in tie
world
But there must be. because they are
here"