"What is it?"
"That is what I desire to learn."
"Let me look at it."
"You are welcome to look at it where it is. Look at it as long as you
like, and as closely."
Pugh leaned over my hand. His eyes began to gleam. He is himself not a bad
judge of precious stones, is Pugh.
"It's--it's--Tress!--is it a diamond?"
"That question I have already asked myself."
"Let me look at it! It will be safe with me! It's mine!"