The solicitor for the Treasury proceeded to explain. He reminded their Worships that the prisoner had been discovered last week, owing to the assiduous efforts of Mr. Brodie, actually engaged in secretly cutting up and disguising valuable diamonds. There was no question at all but that these diamonds were stolen. The trouble which the prosecution had to contend with was the fact that they were stolen in America, and that some of the stones had been mutilated in such a fashion as to render them almost unrecognisable. A commission from the police force of New York had already sailed, not only to identify the jewels, but with a strong hope of identifying the prisoner as a confederate of one of the most notorious jewel thieves of this generation. He was exceedingly sorry to have to ask for a fourth remand, but in this case there was no alternative. He sat down. A mild-mannered man arose from his side and addressed the magistrate. "Your Worship," he said, "I am defending the prisoner. In the event of the prosecution having no further evidence to offer to-day, which I understand to be the case, may I be allowed to call a witness?" The magistrate coughed. "You would be within your rights, Mr. Ransome," he admitted, leaning forward and looking over his eyeglasses, "but I need scarcely remind you that, to a certain extent, by calling witnesses for the defence at this stage of the proceedings you might possibly prejudice your client's case." The solicitor bowed. "My client being a wholly innocent man, your Worship," he said, "is only anxious to have the truth known as soon as possible." "You can do as you choose, Mr. Ransome," the magistrate consented. There was a moment's whispering. A name only partially heard was called outside, and a ripple of interest passed through the court when Captain Brinnen, still in his Belgian uniform, entered the witness-box. The solicitor for the prosecution looked a little staggered. The solicitor for the defence stood up. "Will you tell the magistrate your name?" he asked. The witness bowed. "Leopold Francis Henri Brinnen de Floge." "And your titles?" "Comte de Malaison, Baron d'Asche, Chevalier di Scolo, Vicomte de Floge." There was a distinct sensation in court, a sense of impending events which left every one pleasantly excited. Harvey Grimm leaned forward, gripping at the rail in front of him. "You are, I believe," the solicitor continued, "a godson of the late King of the Belgians?" "That is so," the witness admitted. "Do you know anything of the prisoner?" The witness glanced at Harvey Grimm and, meeting his astounded stare, greeted him in friendly fashion. "Certainly," he replied. "Mr. Harvey Grimm is a valued acquaintance. I engaged him recently to recut and, if possible, to present to me in an altered form a variety of precious stones." "May I ask your reason for this?" the solicitor enquired.