As a matter of fact, before Van Torp entered, Logotheti had got so far as the question of setting the gem for a lady's ring, but Mr. Pinney, like all the great jewellers, was as discreet and tactful as a professional diplomatist. How could he be sure that one customer might like another to know about a ring ordered for a lady? If Logotheti preferred secrecy, he would only have to assent and go away, as if leaving the ruby to be cut, and he could look in again when it was convenient; and this was what he at once decided to do.
'I think you're right, Mr. Pinney,' he said. 'I shall leave it in your hands. That's really all,' he added, turning to Mr. Van Torp.
'Really? My business won't take long either, and we'll go together, if you like, and have a little chat. I only came to get another of those extra large collar-studs you make for me, Mr. Pinney. Have you got another?'
'We always keep them in stock for your convenience, sir,' answered the famous jeweller, opening a special little drawer behind the counter and producing a very small morocco case.
Mr. Van Torp did not even open it, and had already laid down the money, for he knew precisely what it cost.
'Thanks,' he said. 'You're always so obliging about little things, Mr. Pinney.' [{124}]
'Thank you, sir. We do our best. Good-morning, sir, good morning.'
The two millionaires went out together. Two well-dressed men stood aside to let them pass and then entered the shop.
'Which way?' asked Logotheti.
'Your way,' answered the American. 'I've nothing to do.'