with which he had surveyed his fellow travelers of the lobby disappeared; on the instant he was alert, alive, almost eager. Jauntily he strolled into the store.
One clerk only—a tall thin man with a sallow complexion and hair the color of a lemon—was in charge. Mr. Wall asked to be shown the stock of unset diamonds.
The trays that the man set before him caused the eyes of Mr. Wall to brighten still more. With a manner almost reverent he stooped over and passed his fingers lovingly over the stones. For an instant the tall man glanced outside, and smiled a sallow smile. A little girl in a pink dress was crossing the street, and it was at her that he smiled.
"There's a flaw in that stone," said Mr. Wall, in a voice of sorrow. "See—"
From outside came the shrill scream of a child, interrupting. The tall man turned quickly to the window.
"My God—" he moaned.
"What is it?" Mr. Wall sought to look over his shoulder. "Automobile—"
