"In that case, perhaps I can arrange an interview."
"I won't detain him a minute."
The clerk passed into the little private office, and Harry heard the low hum of voices. Then the proprietor said:
"Send him in."
The salesman reappeared, nodded, smiled and said:
"Go right in, sir, through that door in the partition."
Harry pushed the door open.
It was a small room containing a desk at which sat a bald-headed, little, old man with a mass of diamonds spread before him on the desk.
He had a magnifying glass in his eye, a pair of tweezers in his hand, and a small delicate scale in front of him.
Evidently he had been weighing and sizing up the stones.