{"product_id":"2940014743648","title":"Jewel Mysteries From a Dealer's Note Book[Illustrated with active TOC)","description":"•  Includes  original illustrations\u003cbr\u003e•  The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e•  A table of contents with working links to chapters is included\u003cbr\u003eFrom the book:\u003cbr\u003eHe went away to do so, still fumbling and amazed. The thing was so astounding to one who knew the whole of the circumstances, as I did, that I told him nothing more, but examined the necklace minutely at least half a dozen times. Was it possible that there could be two sets of matching green diamonds, two infatuated lovers who had chosen the same pattern of ornament, the same strange inscription, and the same tint of stones? Such a thing was out of the question. Either Brewer had made a mistake when he said that the necklace had been buried with his wife—a theory which presupposed his return to his normal common sense—or some scoundrel had stolen it from her coffin. I determined to wire to him at once, and had written out a message when the second mystery in the history of the trinket began to unfold itself. It came to me in the form of a cablegram from Brewer himself, who asked me to go to him at Paris without delay, as something which troubled him beyond description had happened since he wrote to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI need not say that at the time when I received this telegram I had no idea that a second mystery had engendered it. I believed that Brewer had discovered the loss of the necklace, and had sent for me to trace the thieves. This task I entered upon very willingly; and when I had instructed Michel to ask Green \u0026amp; Co.—with whom we did a large business—to give me as a special and private favor the real name of the seller of the necklace, I took the eight o'clock train from Victoria; and was in Paris at dawn on the following morning. Early as it was, Brewer waited for me at the Gare du Nord, and greeted me with a welcome which was almost hysterical in its effusiveness. This I could not return, for the shock of the sight of him was enough to make any man voiceless. He had aged in look twenty years in as many months. His clothes hung in folds upon a figure that had once been the figure of a robust and finely built man; his face was wan and colorless; there were hollows above his temples, and furrows as of great age in the cheeks, which erstwhile shone with all the healthy coloring that physical vigor can give. His aspect, indeed, was pitiable; but I made a great effort to convince him that I had not noticed it, and said cheerily,—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, and how is my old friend?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I am a widower,\" he answered; and there was more pathos in the simple remark than in any lament I ever heard from him. It was quite evident that his one grief still reigned in his thoughts; and I made no other attempt to conquer it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You have important news, or you would not have summoned me from London,\" I said, as we left the station in a fiacre. \"Won't you give me an idea of it now?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"When we reach my place I will tell you everything and show you everything. It's very kind of you to come, very kind indeed; but I'd sooner speak of such things at my own house.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You are still at Villemomble?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes; but I have an apartment by the Rue de Morny, and am staying there now; the old home is not the same. She is dead, you know.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI thought this remark very strange, and his manner of giving it no less curious. He nodded his head gravely, and continued to nod it, repeating the words and holding my hand like some great schoolboy who feared to be alone. He was scarcely better when we arrived at his lodging, and he took me to a luxurious apartment which was well worthy of his consummate taste; but the moment he had shut the outer door his manner changed, becoming quick, interested, and distinctly nervous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Bernard,\" he said, \"I brought you to Paris because the strangest thing possible has happened. You remember the necklace of green diamonds I gave my poor wife, and buried with her?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Am I likely to forget that folly?\" I asked.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152906076400,"sku":"2940014743648","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014743648_p0.jpg?v=1763615012","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014743648","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}