"Vere does he ged dem?
Vere does he ged dem ?" he repeated thoughtfully.

"Do you believe, Laadham, it vould be bossible to smuggle in dwenty, d'irty, ein hundred million dollars of diamonds ?" "Certainly not," was the reply.
"Den, if dey were _nod_ smuggled in, dey are somewhere on der records of der Custom House, ain'd id ?" Mr.Latham snapped his fingers with a sudden realization of this possibility.
"Schultze, I believe that is our clew!" he exclaimed keenly.
"Certainly they would have been listed by the customs department; and come to think of it, the tariff on them would have been enormous, so enormous that--that--" and he lost the hopeful tone--"so enormous that we must have heard of it when it became a matter of public record." "_Yah_," Mr.Schultze agreed.

"Diamonds like dose dupligates of der Koh-i-noor, der Orloff und der Regent could never haf passed through der Custom House, Laadham, mitoud attracting attention, so ?" Mr.Latham acquiesced by a nod of his head; Mr.Schultze sat regarding him through half-closed eyelids.
"Und if dey are _nod_ on der Custom House records," he continued slowly, "und dey are _nod_ smuggled in, den, Laadham, _den--Mein Gott_, man, don'd you see ?" "See what ?" "Den dey are produced in dis country!" For a minute or two Mr.Latham sat perfectly still, gazing into the other's eyes.

First he was startled, then this gave way to incredulity, and at last he shook his head.
"No," he said flatly.

"No." "Laadham, ve Amerigans produce anyding," the German went on patiently.