TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE
A little while later, when Mr. Latham started out to luncheon, he
thrust the white glazed box into an inside pocket. It had occurred
to him that Schultze--Gustave Schultze, the greatest importer of
precious stones in America--was usually at the club where he had
luncheon, and--
He found Mr. Schultze, a huge blond German, sitting at a table in an
alcove, alone, gazing out upon Fifth Avenue in deep abstraction, with
perplexed wrinkles about his blue eyes. The German glanced around at
Latham quickly as he proceeded to draw out a chair on the opposite
side of the table.
"Sid down, Laadham, sid down," he invited explosively. "I haf yust
send der vaiter to der delephone to ask--"
There was a restrained note of excitement in the German's voice, but
at the moment it was utterly lost upon Mr. Latham.
"Schultze, you've probably imported more diamonds in the last ten
years than any other half-dozen men in the United States," he
interrupted. "I have something here I want you to see. Perhaps,
at some time, it may have passed through your hands."
He placed the glazed box on the table. For an instant the German
stared at it with amazed eyes, then one fat hand darted toward it,
and he spilled the diamond out on the napkin in his plate. Then he
sat gazing as if fascinated by the lambent, darting flashes deep from
the blue-white heart.
"_Mein Gott_, Laadham!" he exclaimed, and with fingers which shook a
little he lifted the stone and squinted through it toward the light,
with critical eyes. Mr. Latham was leaning forward on the table,
waiting, watching, listening.
"Well?" he queried impatiently, at last.
"Laadham, id is der miracle!" Mr. Schultze explained solemnly, with
his characteristic, whimsical philosophy. "I haf der dupligade of
id, Laadham--der dwin, der liddle brudder. Zee here!"
From an inner pocket he produced a glazed white box, identical with
that which Mr. Latham had just set down, then carefully laid the
cover aside.
"Look, Laadham, look!"
Mr. Latham looked--and gasped! Here was the counterpart of the
mysterious diamond which still lay in Mr. Schultze's outstretched
palm.
"Dey are dwins, Laadham," remarked the German quaintly, finally.
"Id came by der mail in dis morning--yust like das, wrapped in
paper, but mit no marks, no name, no noddings. Id yust came!"
With his right hand Mr. Latham lifted the duplicate diamond from
its cotton bed, and with his left took the other from the German's
hand. Then, side by side, he examined them; color, cutting, diameter,
depth, all seemed to be the same.
"Dwins, I dell you," repeated Mr. Schultze stolidly. "Dweedledum
und Dweedledee, born of der same mudder und fadder. Laadham, id
iss der miracle! Dey are der most beaudiful der world in--yust der
pair of dem."
"Have you made," Mr. Latham began, and there was an odd, uncertain
note in his voice--"Have you made an expert examination?"
"I haf. I measure him, der deepness, der cudding, der facets, und
id iss perfect. Und I take my own judgment of a diamond, Laadham,
before any man der vorld in but Czenki."
"And the weight?"
"Prezizely six und d'ree-sixdeendh carads. Dere iss nod more as a
difference of a d'irty-second bedween dem."
Mr. Latham regarded the importer steadily, the while he fought back
an absurd, nervous thrill in his voice.
"There isn't that much, Schultze. Their weight is exactly the same."
For a long time the two men sat staring at each other unseeingly.
Finally the German, with a prodigious Teutonic sigh, replaced the
diamond from Mr. Latham's right hand in one of the glazed boxes and
carefully stowed it away in a cavernous pocket; Mr. Latham
mechanically disposed of the other in the same manner.
"Whose are they?" he demanded at length. "Why are they sent to us
like this, with no name, no letter of explanation? Until I saw the
stone you have I believed this other had been sent to me by some
careless fool for setting, perhaps, and that a letter would follow
it. I merely brought it here on the chance that it was one of your
importations and that you could identify it. But since you have
received one under circumstances which seem to be identical, now--"
He paused helplessly. "What does it mean?"
Mr. Schultze shrugged his huge shoulders and thoughtfully flicked
the ashes from his cigar into the consomme.
"You know, Laadham," he said slowly, "dey don't pick up diamonds
like dose on der streed gorners. I didn't believe dere vas a stone
of so bigness in der Unided States whose owner I didn't know id vas.
Dose dat are here I haf bring in myself, mostly--dose I did not I haf
kept drack of. I don'd know, Laadham, I don'd know. Der longer I
lif der more I don'd know."
The two men completed a scant luncheon in silence.
"Obviously," remarked Mr. Latham as he laid his napkin aside, "the
diamonds were sent to us by the same person; obviously they were sent
to us with a purpose; obviously we will, in time, hear from the
person who sent them; obviously they were intended to be perfectly
matched; so let's see if they are. Come to my office and let Czenki
examine the one you have." He hesitated an instant. "Suppose you
let me take it. We'll try a little experiment."
He carefully placed the jewel which the German handed to him, in an
outside pocket, and together they went to his office. Mr. Czenki
appeared, in answer to a summons, and Mr. Latham gave him the
German's box.
"That's the diamond you examined for me this morning, isn't it?" he
inquired.
Mr. Czenki turned it out into his hand and scrutinized it
perfunctorily.
"Yes," he replied after a moment.
"Are you quite certain?" Mr. Latham insisted.
Something in the tone caused Mr. Czenki to raise his beady black
eyes questioningly for an instant, after which he walked over to a
window and adjusted his magnifying glass again. For a moment or more
he stood there, then:
"It's the same stone," he announced positively.
"Id _iss_ der miracle, Laadham, when Czenki make der mistake!" the
German exploded suddenly. "Show him der odder von."
Mr. Czenki glanced from one to the other with quick, inquisitive
glance; then, without a word, Mr. Latham produced the second box and
opened it. The expert stared incredulously at the two perfect stones
and finally, placing them side by side on a sheet of paper, returned
to the window and sat down. Mr. Latham and Mr. Schultze stood beside
him, looking on curiously as he turned and twisted the jewels under
his powerful glass.
"As a matter of fact," asked Mr. Latham pointedly at last, "you would
not venture to say which of those stones it was you examined this
morning, would you?"
"No," replied Mr. Czenki curtly, "not without weighing them."
"And if the weight is identical?"
"No," said Mr. Czenki again. "If the weight is the same there is not
the minutest fraction of a difference between them."