“Is this a bed or a cloud?” sighed John. “Percy, Percy—before you go, I want to apologise.”
“For what?”
“For doubting you when you said you had a diamond as big as the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.”
Percy smiled.
“I thought you didn’t believe me. It’s that mountain, you know.”
“What mountain?”
“The mountain the château rests on. It’s not very big, for a mountain. But except about fifty feet of sod and gravel on top it’s solid diamond. One diamond, one cubic mile without a flaw. Aren’t you listening? Say——”
But John T. Unger had again fallen asleep.
III
Morning. As he awoke he perceived drowsily that the room had at the same moment become dense with sunlight. The ebony panels of one wall had slid aside on a sort of track, leaving his chamber half open to the day. A large negro in a white uniform stood beside his bed.