“In all my years,” he creaked, as his long, prehensile fingers riveted like a setting to the fascinating bauble, “I have never seen such a gem.
“The cutting is exquisite; it is a study in intelligent execution; every facet here cost a pang; how vital it was not to waste an atom of this precious bulk.
“What a delicate adjustment of the lines of beauty to the material consideration; the balance is perfect.” And with this confusion of frank cupidity and rapacious regard, the miser, with a supreme effort, pushed the stone impatiently toward the Sepoy.
“Ah!” exclaimed the latter, “it is a pleasure to show the gem to one who is able to comprehend it.
“It is even finer than you have discerned. The lapidary was subtle; his work sustains closer analysis. Have you a stray glass?
“No? Well, I will send you mine and you can entertain yourself until I see you again.”
“What!” exclaimed Raikes, “you will leave this stone with me?”
“Why not?” returned the Sepoy evenly. “You have a due regard for property. I do not fear that this gem will meet with mishap in your possession. Besides, it will be a revelation to you under the glass,” and, arising, he stepped to the door, leaving the brilliant upon the table in the grasp of the astonished Raikes, who was unable to comprehend such confidence and unconcern.
Traversing the hallway, the pair reached the door which opened upon the apartments controlled by the widow.
As he paused on the threshold to make his adieux to Raikes, the Sepoy, looking at the former with a marvelously glowing glance, repeated, with an emphasis so eerie as to occasion a thrill of vague uneasiness in his companion, the concluding phrase of the singular tale he had related to Raikes: