"I knew there was something in it," he said. "That's why I went to look up the will. And when I saw you there, I knew I was right. (Curse this leg of mine!) But I never imagined for a moment——"
His eyes appraised the diamonds greedily.
"And what will the value of these same stones be?" enquired Jock.
"About seven thousand pounds apiece, taken separately. More than that, taken together."
"The old man was mad," said Robert angrily. "I shall dispute the will."
"I think not," said Wimsey. "There's such an offence as entering and stealing, you know."
"My God!" said Macpherson, handling the diamonds like a man in a dream. "My God!"
"Seven thousan' pund," said Jock. "Did I unnerstan' ye richtly to say that one o' they gulls is gaun aboot noo wi' seven thousan' punds' worth o' diamonds in his wame? Ech! it's just awfu' to think of. Guid day to you, sirs. I'll be gaun round to Jimmy McTaggart to ask will he lend me the loan o' a gun."
THE UNSOLVED PUZZLE OF THE MAN WITH NO FACE
"And what would you say, sir," said the stout man, "to this here business of the bloke what's been found down on the beach at East Felpham?"