Thro' making that disturbance, and a little skill I have got by doing amatoor conjuring to amuse my wife and famly, I was able to slip the case of my employer's jewls into your breast pocket without your knowing.

"Why, sir, that table once belonged to a poor little conjuring chap who called himself Almond Pudding, and died...." I checked him with a gesture.

Fact is, this is another of your silly conjuring tricksthat's what this is.