Mr.Jones has no other name." "Puh! He ought to have taken some other name.

Names are cheap," sneered the judge.
Colby ignored the point.
"Mr.Jones is a resident of Sangoa, where he was born.

Until he landed at San Francisco, fifteen months ago, he had never set foot on any land but that of his native island." "Where is Sangoa ?" demanded the judge.
"It is an island of the South Seas." "What nationality ?" "It is independent.

It was purchased from Uruguay by Mr.Jones' father many years ago, and now belongs exclusively to his son." "Your information is indefinite," snapped the judge.
"I realize that, your honor; but my client deems it wise to keep the location of his island a secret, because he has valuable pearl fisheries on its shores.

The pearls exhibited by the prosecution were all found at Sangoa." "How do you account, then, for their checking so accurately against the list of stolen pearls ?" "I can make almost any pearls check with that list, which represents a huge collection of almost every size, weight and color," replied Colby.
"To prove this, I will introduce in evidence Captain Carg of Sangoa, who recently arrived at Santa Monica Bay with the last proceeds of the pearl fisheries of the island." Captain Carg was on hand, with his two sailors guarding the chest.