“Yes, or whatever you and Mr. Morton Judd may decide upon.”
While Mr. Judd was drawing his hand across his forehead to smooth out the wrinkles he felt were coming, the General brought forth from an inner pocket a small silk bag. Untying the cord he carefully emptied upon the table a handful of precious stones. Mr. Judd was no expert in such things, but they were certainly very pretty to look at and, moreover, they seemed very large.
“These,” continued the General, “are of considerable value, the rubies particularly, which, as you will see, are of unusual size.”
He spoke with enthusiasm, and held up one or two of them to the light. Mr. Judd sadly acknowledged that they were very handsome, and threw a hostile glance at the gleaming, many-colored, fiery-eyed mass before him. “How much do they represent, the whole lot?”
The General looked inquiringly at his companion. The Prince shook his head. “It is impossible to say, but we can give a rough estimate.”
Then taking them one by one, rubies, diamonds, emeralds, pearls, and sapphires, they made a list, putting the value of each in the currency of their own country, and figured up the total amount in English pounds.
“As near as it is possible to estimate,” said the Prince, “their value is about one hundred and sixty thousand pounds.”
“How much do they represent, the whole lot”
“One hundred and sixty thousand pounds!” exclaimed Mr. Judd. “Eight hundred thousand dollars!” and with a frown he pushed his chair from the table. The General misunderstood the movement, and said: “But, sir, there are few finer jewels in India, or even in the world!”