If, as seems probable, this clew develops, it may be that we can place our hands on the diamonds within a few days." "I don'd d'ink I vould yust blace my hands on dem," Mr.Schultze advised.

"Dey are his diamonds, you know, und your hands might ged in drouble." "I mean figuratively, of course," the detective amended.
He stopped and drummed on his stiff hat with his fingers.

Again he glanced at the impassive face of Mr.Czenki with keen, questioning eyes; and for one bare instant it seemed as if he were trying to bring his memory to his aid.
"I've found out all about this man Wynne," he supplemented after a moment, "but nothing in his record seems to have any bearing on this case.

He is an orphan.

His mother was a Van Cortlandt of old Dutch stock, and his father was a merchant downtown.