Yes, I think it does, I answered, doubtfully. I’m afraid I shouldn’t know the difference. This may be a little thicker than the other, but–I can’t be sure. And, you see, I never once had a chance to unbutton my coat and look at the thing I had in this inner pocket. It would have attracted too much attention to risk that; and as a matter of fact, I was especially warned not to do it. I could trust only to the touch. But even granting that, by a skill almost clever enough for sleight of hand–a skill which only the smartest pickpocket in Europe could possess–why should a thief who had stolen my letter-case give me instead a string of diamonds worth many thousands of pounds?