Except for this little house, and the grounds adjoining, practically all of Mr.Kellner's money was invested in diamonds.

Those you have there are part of an accumulation of many years, imported in the rough, one or two at a time." Mr.Czenki was gazing abstractedly out of a window, but the expression on his lean face indicated the keenest interest, and--and something else; apprehension, maybe.

The chief stared straight into the young man's eyes for an instant, and then: "And Mr.Kellner's family ?" he inquired.
"There is no one, except his granddaughter, Doris." Some change, sudden as it was pronounced, came over the chief, and his whole attitude altered.

He dropped into a chair near the door.
"Have a seat, Mr.Wynne," he invited courteously, "and let's understand this thing clearly.

Over there, please," and he indicated a chair partly facing that in which Mr.Czenki sat.
Mr.Wynne sat down.
"Now you don't seem to believe," the chief went on pleasantly, "that Czenki here killed Mr.Kellner ?" "Well, no," the young man admitted.
Mr.Czenki glanced at him quickly, warningly.