Dimambro, and asked his opinion as to how they could best be reset. It is not material to this explanation to repeat what Dimambro said on that matter--suffice it to say that Dimambro gave an expert opinion, that Mr. Herapath once more pocketed the diamonds, and soon afterwards left the House of Commons for his estate offices with both lots of valuable stones in his possession--some ten thousand pounds' worth in all. As for Dimambro, he went home to the hotel at which he was stopping--a little place called the Ravenna, in Soho, an Italian house--next morning, first thing, he cashed his cheque, and before noon he left for the Continent. He had not heard of the murder of Jacob Herapath when he left London, and he did not hear of it until next day. I think I have given Mr. Dimambro's account accurately--his account so far," concluded Burchill, turning to the Italian. "If not, he will correct me." "Quite right, quite right!" said Dimambro, who had listened eagerly. "I do not hear of the murder, eh, until I am in Berlin--it is, yes, next day--day after I leave London--that I hear of it, you understand? I then see it in the newspaper--English news, eh?" "Why did you not come back at once?" asked Cox-Raythwaite. Dimambro spread out his hands. "Oh, I have my business--very particular," he said. "Besides, it has nothing to do with me, eh? I don't see no--no connection between me and that--no! But in time, I do come back, and then--he tell you," he broke off, pointing to Burchill. "He tell you better, see?"