The little jeweler had come up behind them.
Vicki pointed to the coin and chain.
“Can you tell me the price of that piece, sir?”
“The señorita has a good eye for antiques,” the jeweler said. “But I am afraid that this particular piece is not for sale.”
Vicki raised her eyebrows. “Not for sale?”
“I regret to say it is not. We made the chain to order to accommodate the coin.”
“Do—do you have any other antique coins like this one that you could sell me?”
“I only wish I did,” the jeweler replied. “But again I must tell you no. The coin belongs to a Señor Ramon Garcia who brought it to us.” He tapped his pince-nez with a fat finger. “But wait! Señor Garcia is an importer, and sometimes deals in antiques. It is possible that he has other such coins.”
“Could you give me his address?”