"The diamonds! He makes them! Don't you see?
Diamonds! He _manufactures_ them!" "_Gott in Himmel!_" exclaimed Mr.Schultze, and it was anything but an irreverent ejaculation.

He arose.

"Der miracle has come to pass! Ve might haf known! Ve might haf known!" "Millions and millions of dollars' worth of them, even _billions_, for all we know," the expert rushed on in incoherent violence.

"A sum greater than all the combined wealth of the world in the hands of one man! Think of it!" Mr.Latham only gazed at him blankly, and he turned instinctively to the one who understood--Mr.Schultze.
"Think of the mind that achieved it, man!" He collapsed into a chair and sat looking at the floor, his fingers writhing within one another, muttering to himself.

Mr.Latham was a cold, sane, unimaginative man of business.