Two minutes later Melky confronted Zillah in the parlour and grinned at her. Zillah regarded him suspiciously. "What's this, Melky?" she demanded. "What're you up to?" "Zillah!" said Melky, "you'll be proud of your cousin, Melky Rubinstein, before ever it's dinner-time--you will do, Zillah! And in the meantime, keep your counsel, Zillah, while he fetches a nice large policeman." "Is that Japanese locked in that little room?" asked Zillah. Melky tapped the side of his nose, and without a word looked out into the street. A policeman, large enough for all practical purposes, was lounging along the side-walk; another, equally bulky, was looking into a shop-window twenty yards away across the street. Within a couple of minutes Melky had both in the back-parlour and was giving them and Zillah a swift but particular account of his schemes. "You're sure you're right, Melky?" asked Zillah. "You're not making any mistake?" "Mistake!" exclaimed Melky, satirically. "You'll see about that in a minute! Now," he added, turning to the policemen, "you come quietly up--and do exactly what I've told you. We'll soon know about mistakes, Zillah!" Yada, left to himself, had spent his time in gazing out of the dirty window of his prison. There was not much of a prospect. The window commanded the various backyards of that quarter. As if to consider any possible chance of escape, he looked out. There was a projection beneath him, a convenient water-pipe--he might make a perilous descent, if need arose. But, somehow, he believed in that little Jew: he believed, much more, in the little Jew's greed for a hundred pounds of ready money. The little Jew with the cunning smile had seen his chance of making a quiet penny, and had taken it--it was all right, said Yada, all right. And yet, there was one horrible thought--supposing, now that Melky had got the cheque, that he cashed it and made off with all the money, never to return? On top of that thought, Melky did return--much sooner than Yada had expected. He opened the door and beckoned the prisoner out into the dark lobby at the top of the stairs. "Come here a minute, mister," said Melky, invitingly. "Just a word!" Yada, all unsuspecting, stepped out--and found his arms firmly gripped by two bulky policemen. The policemen were very quiet--but Melky laughed gleefully while Yada screamed and cursed him. And while he laughed Melky went through his prisoner's pockets in a knowing and skilful fashion, and when he had found what he expected to find, he made his helpers lock Yada up again, and taking them downstairs to the parlour laid his discoveries on the table before them and Zillah. There was a great orange-yellow diamond in various folds of tissue-paper, and a thick wad of bank-notes, with an indiarubber band round them.