CHAPTER II.
TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE A little while later, when Mr.Latham started out to luncheon, he thrust the white glazed box into an inside pocket.

It had occurred to him that Schultze--Gustave Schultze, the greatest importer of precious stones in America--was usually at the club where he had luncheon, and-- He found Mr.Schultze, a huge blond German, sitting at a table in an alcove, alone, gazing out upon Fifth Avenue in deep abstraction, with perplexed wrinkles about his blue eyes.

The German glanced around at Latham quickly as he proceeded to draw out a chair on the opposite side of the table.
"Sid down, Laadham, sid down," he invited explosively.

"I haf yust send der vaiter to der delephone to ask--" There was a restrained note of excitement in the German's voice, but at the moment it was utterly lost upon Mr.Latham.
"Schultze, you've probably imported more diamonds in the last ten years than any other half-dozen men in the United States," he interrupted.

"I have something here I want you to see.