EPISODE 01 ( The Young Lady )

Usually the first thing I do when I get to work in the morning is to put in the window some pieces of jewellery which are always kept in the safe overnight. I was doing this on that eventful day when I noticed a young woman standing in the front of a shop on the opposite side of the street. Her eyes were fixed on the display in the shop windows, and she stood there all the time it took me to strange our display - quite fifteen or twenty minutes. And what do you think she was staring at? Well, the shop is an undertaker's, and in the window there was nothing but two urns for holding the ashes of the dead, and some photographs of gravestones. Her interest in such things struck me as very strange. The thought crossed my mind that someone dear to her had died. Maybe, but she was not wearing black or any other sign of mourning. She was , in fact , wearing a bright yellow coat with q vivid zig-zag pattern running all over it, and yellow sandals.

I had finished arranging the jewels in the window and was still keeping on eye the young woman when a man came into our shop . It was immediately plain to me that he was a American - one of the gum chewing Americans. An American is the easiest of all to pick out . There us his hair-cut , his tie in so often you find find him chewing chewing that dreadful chewing gum. He was a big, strongly-built man, with a red face showed he drank more than good for him. His suit was q darkish grey but his tie was a mixture of exceedingly bright colours. I took him to be about thirty-five years old.

'Good morning, sir,' I said . ' May I help you?'

' Well , ' he said, rolling the gum round his mouth, and speaking with a strong Yankee accent, I had like to look at some rings.'

'Certainly, sir. Is there any particular kind you have in mind ?'

' I guess not, ' he said. ' Just show me some.'

I opened the safe and took some out a tray of rings to show him and to get some idea of what he wanted. He picked out two or three of them and asked the price of them . I noticed that he was left-handed . It was clear that he knew nothing at all about precious stones and the nature of their setting. The price was measure by which he judged them.

There was one most beautiful ring, with diamonds and rubies set in the shape of a flower . It was well over there hundred years old and had been in the possession of a royal family. Mr Regnier had set a very high price on it because he did not really wish to sell it . Mr. Regnier was like that. There was some of his jewels that he loved as much as he loved his children . The American preferred this flower ring to all the others but he complained that the price was too high. He asked to see some other rings and I showed him three more trays but he was still unsatisfied. His eyes then fell on a fourth tray which was still inside the safe - whose door I had left open.

**To be continued...............

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