"I am listening,"
"Look at this diamond;" and he pointed to a ring through which his neck handkerchief was drawn.
"It is worth 6000 piastres," Cucharés said, examining it like a judge.
Don Martial handed it to him.
"I give it you," he said.
"What am I to do for it?"
"First hand me the letter."
"Here it is."
Don Martial took it and tore it into impalpable fragments.
"Next?" Cucharés continued.