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

The silicates seem to be almost elm
mated"
The magistrate was unquestionably
puzzled. Queer incidents happen in po-
lice courts daily, and the most unex-
pected scientific and technical points
are elucidated in the effort TO secure an
accurate comprehension of mafters in
dispute. But never, during his long ten
ancy of the court, had he been called
on to deal with case 81 this nature.
He smiled in his perplexity.
I'VE all remember the copy-book
maxim: Let justice be done though
the heavens fall he said; but
here il is clearly shown that the ideal
is not easily reached"
OF course. everyone laughed, and the
reporters piled pen and pencil with re-
newed activity. Here was sensa-
ton with a vengeance-worth all the
display it demanded in the evening pa
pers. Headlines would whoop through
a quarter of a column, and Philips
meteor again run through space.
The boy himself was apparently the
most disinterested person present
While listening to Isaacstein, he again
experienced the odd sensation of aloof-
ness, of lofty dominion, amidst COM
monplace and insignificant environ
ment The Jew was clever, of course,
but his cleverness was that of the
textbook, dry record of fact which
needed genius to illuminate the printed
page. And these lawyers, reporters,
policemen, with the vacuous back
ground of loungers, the friends and
bottle hOI6ers of thieves and drunk
ards-the magistrate, even, remote in
his dignity and sense of poWer-what
were they to him?-of no greater i'm
port than the paving stones of the
streets to the pulsating life of London
as it passed.
The magistrate glanced at Isaacstein
and stroked his chin. The Jew gazed
intently at the packet of diamonds and
rubbed his simous nose. There was d
deep silence in court, broken only by
the occasional shuttle of feet among the
audience at the back-a shuttle which
stopped instantly when the steely
glance of a policeman darted i'll that
direction.
At last the magistrate seemed to
make up his mind to a definite course
of action.
There is only one person present"
he said, who can throw light on this
extraordinary case, and that is the boy
himself"
He looked at Philip, and all eyes
quickly turned toward the thin, ragged
liz ulC against tie
that shut him off from the well of the
court. The professional people present
noted that the magistrate did not al
| Jude to the strengthening youth as
THE prisoner"
What was going to happen? Was this
destitute urchin going to leave the
court with diamonds in his pocket
worth fifty thousand pounds? Oddly
enough, no one paid heed to Philips
boast that he owned far more than that
amount. 1t was not he, but his packet
of diamonds that evoked wonder And
had not Isaacstein, the great merchant
and expert, appraised them openly
Was it possible that those dirty-white
pebbles could be endowed with such
potentiality? Fifty thousand poundsi
There were men in the room, and not
confined to the unwashed, whose pal
ates dried and tongues swelled at the
notion.
CHAPTER VI.
A Game of HaZard.
Philip knew that a fresh ordeal was
at hand. How could he preserve his
secret-how hope to prevail against the
majesty of British law as personified
by the serene authority of the man
whose penetrating glance now rested
on him? His was a dour and stubborn
nature, though hardly nodded as yet in
rigid lines He threw back his head
and frightened his lips. He would cling
TO his anonymity TO the bitter end no