'Three--hundred--dollars!'
The salesman tapped with manicured fingers on the showcase.
'Have you--have you--have you...
The salesman raised his eyebrows.
'... any others?'
'Oh, yes, we have others.' He drew out a tray from the wall behind him.
'I can show fairly good stones as low as sixty or eighty dollars. Here's
one that's really very good at a hundred.'
There was a long silence. The glistening finger nails fell to tapping
again.
'This one, you say is--one hundred?'
'One hundred.'