Suddenly I said to him-- "Show me that diamond which the Bastard Karl gave you this morning in payment for the bottle of your master's drink." It was a bow drawn at a venture, but the effect of the shot was remarkable.

Had I not caught it, the long bamboo whip Footsack held would have fallen to the ground, while he collapsed in his seat like a man who has received a bullet in his stomach.
"Baas," he gasped, "Baas, how did you know ?" "I knew," I replied grandly, "in the same way that I know everything.

Show me the diamond." "Baas," he said, "it was not the Baas Anscombe's gin, it was some I bought in Pilgrim's Rest." "I have counted the bottles in the case and know very well whose gin it was," I replied ambiguously, for the reason that I had done nothing of the sort.

"Show me the diamond." Footsack fumbled about his person, his hair, his waistcoat pockets and even his moocha, and ultimately from somewhere produced a stone which he handed to me.

I looked at it, and from the purity of colour and size, judged it to be a diamond worth #200, or possibly more.