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âI see your game. Donât imagine for a moment that you trick me.â
âNothing could be furtherâ ââ
âYou fancy you can gain time by talking, and find some way of escapeâ ââ
âBut I donât want to escape. Donât you realise that in about ten minutes I am due to play an important part in a great drama on the stage?â
âIâll keep you here, I tell you. Youâll leave this room,â said Sir Thomas grandly, âover my body.â
âSteeplechasing in the home,â murmured Jimmy. âNo more dull evenings. But listenâ âdo listen. I wonât keep you a minute, and if you want to push that bell after Iâve finished, you may push it six inches into the wall if you like.â
âWell?â said Sir Thomas shortly.
âWould you like me to lead gently up to what I want to say, gradually preparing you for the reception of the news, or shall Iâ ââ
The knight took out his watch.
âI shall give you one minute,â he said.
âHeavens, I must hustle! How many seconds have I got now?â
âIf you have anything to say, say it.â
âVery well, then,â said Jimmy. âItâs only this. That necklace is a fraud. The diamonds arenât diamonds at all. Theyâre paste!â
XXVII A Declaration of IndependenceIf Jimmy had entertained any doubts concerning the effectiveness of this disclosure, they would have vanished at the sight of the otherâs face. Just as the rich hues of a sunset pale slowly into an almost imperceptible green, so did the purple of Sir Thomasâs cheeks become, in stages, first a dull red, then pink, and finally take on a uniform pallor. His mouth hung open. His attitude of righteous defiance had crumpled. Unsuspected creases appeared in his clothes. He had the appearance of one who has been caught in the machinery.
Jimmy was a little puzzled. He had expected to check the enemy, to bring him to reason, but not to demolish him in that way. There was something in this which he did not understand. When Spike had handed him the stones, and his trained eye, after a momentâs searching examination, had made him suspicious, and when, finally, a simple test had proved his suspicions correct, he was comfortably aware that, though found with the necklace on his person, he had knowledge which, communicated to Sir Thomas, would serve him well. He knew that Lady Julia was not the sort of Lady who would bear calmly the announcement that her treasured rope of diamonds was a fraud. He knew enough of her to know that she would demand another necklace, and see that she got it, and that Sir Thomas was not one of those generous and expansive natures which think nothing of an expenditure of twenty thousand pounds.
This was the line of thought which had kept him cheerful during what might otherwise have been a trying interview. He was aware from the first that Sir Thomas would not believe in the purity of his motives; but he was convinced that the knight would be satisfied to secure his silence on the subject of the paste necklace on any terms. He had looked forward to baffled rage, furious denunciation, and a dozen other expressions of emotion, but certainly not to collapse of this kind.
The other had begun to make strange, gurgling noises.
âMind you,â said Jimmy, âitâs a very good imitationâ âIâll say that for it. I didnât suspect it till I had the thing in my hands. Looking at itâ âeven quite closeâ âI was taken in for a moment.â
Sir Thomas swallowed nervously.
âHow did you know?â he muttered.
Again Jimmy was surprised. He had expected indignant denials and demands for proof, excited reiteration of the statement that the stones had cost twenty thousand pounds.
âHow did I know?â he repeated. âIf you mean what first made me suspect, I couldnât tell you; it might have been one of a score of things. A jeweller canât say exactly how he gets on the track of faked stones. He can feel them, he can almost smell them. I worked with a jeweller once; thatâs how I got my knowledge of jewels. But if you mean, can I prove what I say about this necklace, thatâs easy. Thereâs no deception; itâs simple. See here. These stones are supposed to be diamonds. Well, the diamond is the hardest stone in existenceâ ânothing will scratch it. Now, Iâve got a little ruby out of a pin which I know is genuine. By rights, then, that ruby ought not to have scratched these stones. You follow that? But it did. It scratched two of them, the only two I tried. If you like I can continue the experiment, but thereâs no need. I can tell you straight away what these stones are. I said they were paste, but that wasnât quite accurate. Theyâre a stuff called white jargoon. Itâs a stuff thatâs very easily worked. You work it with the flame of a blowpipe. You donât want a full description, I suppose? Anyway, what happens is that the blowpipe sets it up like a tonic, gives it increased specific gravity, and a healthy complexion, and all sorts of great things of that kind. Two minutes in the flame of a blowpipe is like a week at the seaside to a bit of white jargoon. Are you satisfied? If it comes to that, I suppose you can hardly be expected to be; convinced is a better word. Are you convinced, or do you hanker after tests like polarised light and refracting liquids?â
Sir Thomas had staggered to a chair.
âSo that was how you knew!â he said.
âThat wasâ ââ began Jimmy, when a sudden suspicion flashed across his mind. He scrutinised Sir Thomasâs pallid face keenly.
âDid you know?â he asked.
He wondered that the possibility had not occurred to him earlier.
âBy George, I believe
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