“You know the stone I mean?”
“Of course. It is a famous diamond.”
“How are you going to re-cut it?”
“I am not re-cutting it.”
Jonkheer’s tone was still gruff, but no longer affable. Simon looked puzzled.
“But you have it here.”
“I do not.”
“I was told—”
“You are mistaken.”
“I don’t get it,” said the Saint, with an ingenuous frown. “The fellow who referred me to you said positively that the Angel’s Eye was brought to you for re-cutting only the other day. I don’t mean to pry into your business, but—”