Dunbar
said, as coolly as if he had been talking of a set of silver spoons;
"and I want the necklace to be something out of the common. I should
order it of Garrard or Emanuel; but I have a fancy for buying the
diamonds upon paper, and having them made up after a design of my own.
Can you supply me with what I want?"
"How much do you want? You may have what some people would call a
necklace for a thousand pounds, or you may have one that'll cost you
twenty thousand. How far do you mean to go?"
"I am prepared to spend something between fifty and eighty thousand
pounds."
The diamond merchant pursed up his lips reflectively. "You are aware
that in these sort of transactions ready money is indispensable?" he
said.
"Oh, yes, I am quite aware of that," Mr. Dunbar answered, coolly.
He took out his card-case as he spoke, and handed one of his cards to
Mr. Isaac Hartgold. "Any cheques signed by that name," he said, "will be
duly honoured in St. Gundolph Lane."
Mr. Hartgold bent his head reverentially to the representative of a
million of money. He, in common with every business man in London, was
thoroughly familiar with the names of Dunbar, Dunbar, and Balderby.
"I don't know that I can supply you with fifty thousand pounds' worth of
such diamonds as you may require at a moment's notice," he said; "but I
can procure them for you in a day or two, if that will do?"
"That will do very well.
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