{"product_id":"2940013090415","title":"THE ORANGE-YELLOW DIAMOND","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      I THE PRETTY PAWNBROKER\u003cbr\u003e     II MRS. GOLDMARK'S EATING-HOUSE\u003cbr\u003e    III THE DEAD MAN\u003cbr\u003e     IV THE PLATINUM SOLITAIRE\u003cbr\u003e      V THE TWO LETTERS\u003cbr\u003e     VI THE SPANISH MANUSCRIPT\u003cbr\u003e    VII THE MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT\u003cbr\u003e   VIII THE INQUEST\u003cbr\u003e     IX WHOSE WERE THOSE RINGS?\u003cbr\u003e      X MELKY INTERVENES\u003cbr\u003e     XI THE BACK DOOR\u003cbr\u003e    XII THE FRIEND FROM PEEBLES\u003cbr\u003e   XIII THE CALL FOR HELP\u003cbr\u003e    XIV THE PRIVATE LABORATORY\u003cbr\u003e     XV CONFERENCE\u003cbr\u003e    XVI THE DETECTIVE CALLS\u003cbr\u003e   XVII WHAT THE LAMPS SHONE ON\u003cbr\u003e  XVIII MR. STUYVESANT GUYLER\u003cbr\u003e    XIX PURDIE STANDS FIRM\u003cbr\u003e     XX THE PARSLETT AFFAIR\u003cbr\u003e    XXI WHAT MANNER OF DEATH?\u003cbr\u003e   XXII MR. KILLICK GOES BACK\u003cbr\u003e  XXIII MR. KILLICK'S OPINION\u003cbr\u003e   XXIV THE ORANGE-YELLOW DIAMOND\u003cbr\u003e    XXV THE DEAD MAN'S PROPERTY\u003cbr\u003e   XXVI THE RAT\u003cbr\u003e  XXVII THE EMPTY HOUSE\u003cbr\u003e XXVIII THE £500 BANK NOTE\u003cbr\u003e   XXIX MR. MORI YADA\u003cbr\u003e    XXX THE MORTUARY\u003cbr\u003e   XXXI THE MIRANDOLET THEORY\u003cbr\u003e  XXXII ONE O'CLOCK MIDNIGHT\u003cbr\u003e XXXIII SECRET WORK\u003cbr\u003e  XXXIV BAFFLED\u003cbr\u003e   XXXV YADA TAKES CHARGE\u003cbr\u003e  XXXVI PILMANSEY'S TEA ROOMS\u003cbr\u003e XXXVII CHANG LI\u003cbr\u003eXXXVIII THE JEW AND THE JAP\u003cbr\u003e  XXXIX THE DIAMOND NECKLACE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE ORANGE-YELLOW DIAMOND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE PRETTY PAWNBROKER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the southern edge of the populous parish of Paddington, in a\u003cbr\u003eparallelogram bounded by Oxford and Cambridge Terrace on the south, Praed\u003cbr\u003eStreet on the north, and by Edgware Road on the east and Spring Street on\u003cbr\u003ethe west, lies an assemblage of mean streets, the drab dulness of which\u003cbr\u003eforms a remarkable contrast to the pretentious architectural grandeurs of\u003cbr\u003eSussex Square and Lancaster Gate, close by. In these streets the observant\u003cbr\u003ewill always find all those evidences of depressing semi-poverty which are\u003cbr\u003emore evident in London than in any other English city. The houses look as\u003cbr\u003eif laughter was never heard within them. Where the window blinds are not\u003cbr\u003etorn, they are dirty; the folk who come out of the doors wear anxious and\u003cbr\u003edepressed faces. Such shops as are there are mainly kept for the sale of\u003cbr\u003efood of poor quality: the taverns at the corners are destitute of\u003cbr\u003eattraction or pretension. Whoever wanders into these streets finds their\u003cbr\u003esordid shabbiness communicating itself: he escapes, cast down, wondering\u003cbr\u003ewho the folk are who live in those grey, lifeless cages; what they do,\u003cbr\u003ewhat they think; how life strikes them. Even the very sparrows which fight\u003cbr\u003ein the gutters for garbage are less lively than London sparrows usually\u003cbr\u003eare; as for the children who sit about the doorsteps, they look as if the\u003cbr\u003egrass, the trees, the flowers, and the sunlight of the adjacent Kensington\u003cbr\u003eGardens were as far away as the Desert of Gobi. Within this slice of the\u003cbr\u003etown, indeed, life is lived, as it were, in a stagnant backwash, which\u003cbr\u003enothing and nobody can stir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn an upper room of one of the more respectable houses in one of the\u003cbr\u003esomewhat superior streets of this neighbourhood, a young man stood looking\u003cbr\u003eout of the window one November afternoon. It was then five o'clock, and\u003cbr\u003ethe darkness was coming: all day a gentle, never-ceasing rain had been\u003cbr\u003ebringing the soot down from the dark skies upon the already dingy roofs.\u003cbr\u003eIt was a dismal and miserable prospect upon which the watcher looked out,\u003cbr\u003ebut not so miserable nor so dismal as the situation in which he just then\u003cbr\u003efound himself. The mean street beneath him was not more empty of\u003cbr\u003echeerfulness than his pockets were empty of money and his stomach of food.\u003cbr\u003eHe had spent his last penny on the previous day: it, and two other\u003cbr\u003ecoppers, had gone on a mere mouthful of food and drink: since their\u003cbr\u003edisappearance he had eaten nothing. And he was now growing faint with\u003cbr\u003ehunger--and to add to his pains, some one, downstairs, was cooking\u003cbr\u003eherrings. The smell of the frying-pan nearly drove him ravenous.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082261217520,"sku":"2940013090415","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013090415_p0.jpg?v=1763576675","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013090415","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}