The desk is open--the diamonds gone--all in my charge--and--now they are stolen! That's the thief--I'll swear--I heard him--not three minutes ago--rushed downstairs--the door into the garden was smashed--I ran across the garden--he was sneaking about here still--Thief! Thief! Police! Diamonds! Constable, don't let him go--I'll make you responsible if you let him go--' "'Now then--that'll do!' admonished D 21 as soon as he could get a word in, 'stop that row, will you ?' "The man in the shirt was gradually recovering from his excitement.
"'Can I give this man in charge ?' he asked.
"'What for ?' "'Burglary and housebreaking.

I heard him, I tell you.

He must have Mr.
Knopf's diamonds about him at this moment.' "'Where is Mr.Knopf ?' "'Out of town,' groaned the man in the shirt.

'He went to Brighton last night, and left me in charge, and now this thief has been and--' "The tramp shrugged his shoulders and suddenly, without a word, he quietly began taking off his coat and waistcoat.

These he handed across to the constable.