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Updated: June 23, 2025
Rudolph Klein had not for a moment believed Anna's story about the watch, and on the day after he discovered it on her wrist he verified his suspicions. During his noon hour he went up-town and, with the confident swagger of a certain type of man who feels himself out of place, entered the jeweler's shop in question.
In a minute more, Madame Fontaine was out in the street, on her way to the nearest jeweler. The widow stopped at a jeweler's window in the famous street called the Zeil. The only person in the shop was a simple-looking old man, sitting behind the counter, reading a newspaper. She went in. "I have something to show you, sir," she said, in her softest and sweetest tones.
The shops were brilliantly lighted, exposing their brightest wares through plate-glass windows; a jeweler's glittered with precious stones; a fashionable apothecary's next to it almost outrivaled it with its gorgeous globes, the gold and green precision of its shelves, and the marble and silver soda fountain like a shrine before it.
Her husband did remember this circumstance; and in recording his recollection, he exchanged a significant glance with his wife. "Now," said the detective, "I should like to have this marchioness's address." "She lives in the Faubourg St. Germain," replied Madame Doisty, "near the Esplanade des Invalides." Lecoq had refrained from any sign of satisfaction while he was in the jeweler's presence.
I love you; adieu, and pity us." I turned the letter over when I had read it, and saw that it was addressed to "M. Henri Smith, N , poste restante." On the morrow, a clear December day, a young man and a woman who rested on his arm, passed through the garden of the Palais-Royal. They entered a jeweler's store where they chose two similar rings which they smilingly exchanged.
This he took at once to a jeweler's shop, where more fine diamonds were being sold than in all the rest of the State, and while it was being soldered to a pin he returned to the hay-yard for Dave. His business was to purchase the mare on which, one beautiful morning when the wild peach was in bloom, Beth Kent had ridden by his side. Dave would have given him the animal out of hand.
"Isn't it a beauty, Bunny," said Henriette the next morning, as she held up the tiara to my admiring gaze, a flashing, coruscating bit of the jeweler's art that, I verily believe, would have tempted the soul of honor itself into rascally ways. "Magnificent!" I asserted. "But which is this, the forty-eight-dollar one or the original?" "The original," said Henriette, caressing the bauble.
"What's that talk about a jeweler's?" asked Allen. But no one answered him. For, at that moment Betty had folded back the white paper, and there to the gaze of all, flashing in the sun which glinted in through an open window, lay a mass of sparkling stones. Thousands of points of light seemed to reflect from them.
The poor fellow had only gone a little too far; the court must be merciful. At this same assize, there was a man indicted for theft. He had made good his entrance into a jeweler's shop, and stolen therefrom a watch. The theft was proved, and the culprit sent to the penitentiary for three years. Query: Which was the greater crime, killing a woman or stealing a watch?
If I were a jeweler and had in stock a pearl necklace that I wished to give a friend, it seems to me I should take great pleasure in placing it about her neck with my own hands; but were I that friend, I would rather die than snatch the necklace from the jeweler's hand.
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