"Well, I hope we'll get at the truth, anyway," said Chard. "I had no idea Slade was so smart!"
At four o'clock to the minute the policeman arrived, and with him a fat dark little man of a pronounced Hebraic character, whom he introduced as Mr. Abraham Moss.
"Of Hatton Garden," explained the Jew, with a lisp, "I bought some pearlth from a gentleman for two thouthand poundth."
"Is this the gentleman?" asked Slade, indicating Johnson.
"Bleth me, no. The gentleman wath tall--with a fair mouthtathe--good-looking gent. He wath no minithter. Oh no."
"Under what name did he pawn or sell the pearls?" asked Chard.
"Brown--Luke Brown. 'Courth I knew it wath a faith name, and----" The Jew stopped, for the door had opened, and in it stood a man--the very man for whom Johnson had sent in accordance with Slade's instructions. "Why," cried Moss, "that'th the gent ath thold me the pearlth!"
They all three turned simultaneously towards the door, and saw Finland!