He took the loupe from his eye, set it on the desk in front of him.
'When you sit here,' he said, 'you are at the absolute mercy of the public. You wouldn't believe the people who come here, the things they show me, the questions they ask.'
'I can imagine.'
'No, you can't.' He picked up the bit of green glass and shook his head at it. 'I still can't tell you the value. Size is only one of several considerations. There's also color, there's clarity, there's brilliance. Do you even know that the stone is an emerald? Did you test it for hardness?'
'No.'
'So it could even be colored glass. Like the, uh, treasure you've given me here.'
'For all I know it is glass. But I want to know what it could be worth if it did happen to be an emerald.'
'I think I see what you mean.' He frowned at the piece of glass.
'You have to understand that my every inclination is to avoid naming any sort of a figure. You see, even assuming the stone is a genuine emerald, its range in value could be considerable. It could be extremely valuable or very nearly worthless. It could be seriously flawed, for example. Or it could simply be a very low-grade stone. There are mail order firms that actually offer emeralds by the carat for some ridiculous sum, forty or fifty dollars the carat, and what they're selling is no bargain, either. Yet they are genuine emeralds, however worthless they may be as gemstones.'
'I see.'
'Even a gem-quality emerald could vary enormously in value. You could buy a stone this size—' he weighed the chunk of glass in his hand
'— for a couple thousand dollars. And that would be a good stone, not industrial-grade corundum from western North Carolina. On the other hand, a stone of the highest quality, the best color, perfect brilliance, unflawed, not even Peruvian but the very best Colombian emerald, might bring forty or fifty or sixty thousand dollars. And even that's approximate and imprecise.'
He had more to say but I wasn't paying attention. He hadn't really told me anything, hadn't added a fresh piece to the puzzle, but he'd given the box a good shake. Now I could see where everything went.
I took the cube of green glass with me when I left.
Chapter 32
Around ten-thirty that night I walked in and out of Poogan's Pub on West Seventy-second Street. A light rain had begun falling an hour or so earlier. Most of the people on the street were carrying umbrellas.
I wasn't, but I had a hat, and I paused on the sidewalk to straighten it and adjust its brim.
Across the street I saw a Mercury sedan with its motor riding.
I turned to my left and walked to the Top Knot. I spotted Danny Boy at a table in back but went to the bar anyway and asked for him. I must have spoken loudly because people looked at me. The bartender motioned toward the rear and I went back there and joined him.
He already had company. He was sharing his table with a slender fox-faced girl whose hair was as white as his own, but in her case nature couldn't take the credit. Her eyebrows were severely plucked and her forehead had a shine to it. Danny Boy introduced her as Bryna. 'Rhymes with angina,' he said, 'among other things.' She smiled, showing sharp little canine teeth.
I pulled a chair out and sat down heavily. I said, 'Danny Boy, you can pass the word. I know all about Kim Dakkinen's boyfriend. I know who killed her and I know why she was killed.'
'Matt, are you all right?'
'I'm fine,' I said. 'You know why I had so much trouble getting a line on Kim's boyfriend? Because he wasn't an action guy, that's why.
Didn't go to clubs, didn't gamble, didn't hang out. Wasn't connected.'
'You been drinking, Matt?'
'What are you, the Spanish Inquisition? What do you care if I've been drinking or not?'
'I just wondered. You're talking loud, that's all.'
'Well, I'm trying to tell you about Kim,' I said. 'About her boyfriend. See, he was in the jewelry business. He didn't get rich, he didn't starve. He made a living.'
'Bryna,' he said, 'suppose you powder your nose for a few minutes.'
'Oh, let her stay,' I told him. 'Her nose doesn't look shiny to me.'
'Matt—'
'What I'm telling you's no secret, Danny Boy.'
'Suit yourself.'
'This jeweler,' I went on. 'The way it looks, he started seeing Kim as a john. But something happened.
One way or another, he fell for her.'
'These things happen.'
'They do indeed. Anyway, he fell in love. Meanwhile, some people got in touch with him. They had some precious stones that never went through Customs and that they had no bill of sale for. Emeralds.
