“He’s helped to steal a bag of diamonds from one of the safes in the Bayport Bank,” returned Constable Pointer. “Is this one of the stones, Mr. Ditson?” he continued, turning to one of the strangers.
“I think it is,” was the reply, after an examination. “What do you think, Mr. Camp?” he added to the other stranger.
“I should say it was,” was the quick reply. “It ought to be plain enough that such a boy would never have a diamond of his own like this.”
“I didn’t steal that diamond!” I burst out.
“Perhaps you will state where you did get it?” remarked Mr. Webster sarcastically.
“I found it here on the floor.”
There was a general sniff at this.
“Quite likely!” said Mr. Ditson. “Diamonds are not lying around so loosely as all that. I am pretty sure, officer, you have got one of the thieves. The question is, has he any more of the stones?”
“We’ll have to search around and see,” said Pointer.