"Your name has been repeated to me so often that I almost feel as if I knew you." Mr.Czenki bowed without speaking.
"I am assuming that this is the Mr.Czenki who was associated with Mr.Barnato and Mr.Zeidt ?" the young man went on.
"That is correct, yes," replied the expert.
"And I believe, too, that you once did some special work for Professor Henri Moissan in Paris ?" Mr.Czenki's black eyes seemed to be searching the other's face for an instant, and then he nodded affirmatively.
"I made some tests for him, yes," he volunteered.
Mr.Wynne passed on along the other side of the long table, and stopped at the end.

Mr.Latham was at his right, Mr.Schultze at his left, and Mr.Czenki sat at the far end, facing him.

The small sole-leather grip was on the floor at Mr.Wynne's feet.

For a moment he permitted himself to enjoy the varying expressions of interest on the faces around the table.
"Gentlemen," he began, then, "you all, probably, have seen my letter to Mr.Latham, or at least you are aware of its contents, so you understand that the diamonds which were mailed to you are your property.

I am not a eleemosynary institution for the relief of diamond merchants," and he smiled a little, "for the gifts are preliminary to a plain business proposition--a method of concentrating your attention, and, in themselves, part payment, if I may say it, for any worry or inconvenience which followed upon their appearance.