Policeman Robert Taft was standing in Main Street outside Wilson’s shop. He was watching the cars on the road. A big black car stopped near him, and a small man got out.
Inside the shop old Tom Wilson was looking at some gold ear-rings, but he looked up and took off his glasses when he saw the car. He watched the man who got out; he was wearing a good suit and he looked rich. He came into the shop, and Wilson went to meet him.
“What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.
“You have a rather beautiful ring in the window,” said the man in a quiet voice. “I mean the ring with a blue diamond in it. I saw it in the window yesterday. May I look at it, please?”
“Certainly, sir. It’s a fine diamond, isn’t it?
“Yes. How much is the ring?”