"Are you mad?" he whispered.
"No, not mad," answered Philip, coolly, as he pocketed the gem. "I only wanted you to wobble."
"You wanted me to wobble!"
"Yes. You look so like a big top at times. When do we meet again, Mr. Isaacstein?"
"You are not going away by yourself with that stone in your pocket?"
"Why not! It attracted no special notice from the people as I came here. Nobody can smell it. It won't explode, nor burn a hole in my clothes. It is quite safe, I assure you."
"But let me take it to Amsterdam. Boy! boy! It must weigh four hundred carats!"
"Enough of business for to-day. I have a lot of things to attend to. Shall we say Tuesday?"
"No. Wednesday at eleven. One word. Let me put it in my safe."
"Good-by."