“Walk a lot.”
“Climb any?”
“Don’t know that game.”
“It’s great sport. I’ll break you in some day, if you say. You’ll like it. The mountains around here are not dangerous. We can go up and down in a day.”
“I’ll go you. But, say, last night Nora chucked a bunch of daisies out of the window, and as I was nosing around in the vineyard, I came across it. You know how a chap will absently pick a bunch of flowers apart. What do you think I found?”
“A note?”
“This.” Harrigan exhibited the emerald. “Who sent it? Where the dickens did it come from?”
Courtlandt took the stone and examined it carefully. “That’s not a bad stone. Uncut but polished; oriental.”
“Oriental, eh? What would you say it was worth?”
“Oh, somewhere between six and seven hundred.”