The San Francisco call., 1913-11-10
Continued from saturday.

For believing in me-" was the
curt answer.
The policeman tried to extract some
meaning from the words. but failed.
Ire 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
pocketful of diamonds and admitted
to the private office of the chief dia-
mond merchant in Hatton garden?
He gave it up, but silently thanked
the stars which connected him with
an important case
AT THE STATION
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 pen would make hair stroke on
a piece of paper. and said. laconic-
ally:
''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
itself an offense against the law
Philips sangfroid was coming to
his aid. The horror of his passage
through the gaping mob had eau
terized all other sentiments, and he
now saw that If he would preserve
his incognito he must adopt a ruse.
Philip Morland." he said, doggedly.
when the Inspector asked him his
name for the last time before record
ing a definite refusal
Philip Morlandi" 1t sounded Curl
ously familiar in his ears. His mother
was a Miss Morland prior to her mar
-iage, but he had not noticed the odd
coincidents that he should have been
christened after the '-Sir Philip" of
the packet of letters so fortunately
left behind that morning.
"Address?"
Park Lane"
The inspector began to write be-
fore the absurdity of the reply
dawned on him. He stopped.
us your mother a. caretaker there,
or your father employed in a mews?"
MY father and mother are dead"
"Then will you kindly inform us
what number in Park Lane you live
st?"
Il have not determined that as yet.
! intend to buy house there"
Some constables lounging about
the office laughed, and the inspector.
incensed out of his routine habits,
shouted, angrily:
This is no place for joking. boy.
Answer me properly. or 1t will be
worse for you"
q have answered you quite prop
erly. The cons ia BILE who brought me
here has in his possession diamonds
worth many thousands of pounds be-
longing to me. I own a hundred
times as many. Surely ] can buy
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 frighten the boy into
state of due humility when Mr.. Isaac
stein entered.
The Hatton Garden magnate again
related the circumstances attending
Philips arrest. and the inspector
promptly asked:
what charge shall I enter? You
gave him into custody. Do you think
he has stolen the diamonds2"
Isaacstein had been thinking hard
during a shert cab drive. His reply
was unexpectedly frank
He could not have stolen what
never existed. There is no such
known collection of meteoric dia-
monds 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 Jew and policeman
were gazing at them intently. There
was a netting logic in the inspectors
retort
II can not answer riddles" said
Isaacstein, shortly. Il can only state
the facts. If any other man in the
city of London is a higher authority