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Jewel Mysteries
Jewel Mysteries
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CONTENTS.
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THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH 9
THE NECKLACE OF GREEN DIAMONDS 33
THE COMEDY OF THE JEWELED LINKS 57
TREASURE OF WHITE CREEK 79
THE ACCURSED GEMS 109
THE WATCH AND THE SCIMITAR 133
THE SEVEN EMERALDS 157
THE PURSUIT OF THE TOPAZ 187
THE RIPENING RUBIES 217
MY LADY OF THE SAPPHIRES 245
THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH.
THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH.
Dark was falling from a dull and humid sky, and the lamps were beginning
to struggle for brightness in Piccadilly, when the opal of Carmalovitch
was first put into my hand. The day had been a sorry one for business:
no light, no sun, no stay of the downpour of penetrating mist which had
been swept through the city by the driving south wind from the late dawn
to the mock of sunset. I had sat in my private office for six long
hours, and had not seen a customer. The umbrella-bearing throng which
trod the street before my window hurried quickly through the mud and the
slush, as people who had no leisure even to gaze upon precious stones
they could not buy. I was going home, in fact, as the one sensible
proceeding on such an afternoon, and had my hand upon the great safe to
shut it, when the mirror above my desk showed me the reflection of a
curious-looking man who had entered the outer shop, and stood already at
the counter.
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THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH 9
THE NECKLACE OF GREEN DIAMONDS 33
THE COMEDY OF THE JEWELED LINKS 57
TREASURE OF WHITE CREEK 79
THE ACCURSED GEMS 109
THE WATCH AND THE SCIMITAR 133
THE SEVEN EMERALDS 157
THE PURSUIT OF THE TOPAZ 187
THE RIPENING RUBIES 217
MY LADY OF THE SAPPHIRES 245
THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH.
THE OPAL OF CARMALOVITCH.
Dark was falling from a dull and humid sky, and the lamps were beginning
to struggle for brightness in Piccadilly, when the opal of Carmalovitch
was first put into my hand. The day had been a sorry one for business:
no light, no sun, no stay of the downpour of penetrating mist which had
been swept through the city by the driving south wind from the late dawn
to the mock of sunset. I had sat in my private office for six long
hours, and had not seen a customer. The umbrella-bearing throng which
trod the street before my window hurried quickly through the mud and the
slush, as people who had no leisure even to gaze upon precious stones
they could not buy. I was going home, in fact, as the one sensible
proceeding on such an afternoon, and had my hand upon the great safe to
shut it, when the mirror above my desk showed me the reflection of a
curious-looking man who had entered the outer shop, and stood already at
the counter.
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