MR.

CZENKI EXPLAINS Fairly drunk with excitement, his lean face, usually expressionless, now flushed and working strangely, and his beady black eyes aglitter, Mr.Czenki reeled into the study where Mr.Latham and Mr.Schultze sat awaiting Mr.Birnes.

He raised one hand, enjoining silence, closed the door, locked it and placed the key in his pocket, after which he turned upon Mr.Latham.
"He _makes_ them, man! He _makes them!_" he burst out between gritting teeth.

"Don't you understand?
_He makes them!_" Mr.Latham, astonished and a little startled, came to his feet; the phlegmatic German sat still, staring at the expert without comprehension.

Mr.Czenki's thin fist was clenched under his employer's nose, and the jeweler drew back a little, vaguely alarmed.
"I don't understand what--" he began.
"The diamonds!" Mr.Czenki interrupted, and the long pent-up excitement within him burst into a flame of impatience.