‘Wouldn’t that be marvellous?’ his wife was saying. ‘Where shall we go first?’
‘Turkey,’ he said.
‘Listen,’ she said, pointing to the diamond that lay sparkling on the kitchen table, ‘you’d better put your fortune away somewhere safe before you lose it.’
‘Today is Friday,’ he said. ‘When do we get back from the Renshaws?’
‘Sunday night.’
‘And what are we going to do with our million-pound rock in the meanwhile? Take it with us in my pocket?’
‘No,’ she said, ‘that would be silly. You really cannot walk around with a million pounds in your pocket for a whole weekend. It’s got to go into a safe-deposit box at the bank. We should do it now.’
‘It’s Friday night, my darling. All the banks are closed till next Monday.’
‘So they are,’ she said. ‘Well then, we’d better hide it somewhere in the house.’
‘The house will be empty till we come back,’ he said. ‘I don’t think that’s a very good idea.’
‘It’s better than carrying it around in your pocket or in my handbag.’
‘I’m not leaving it in the house. An empty house is always liable to be burgled.’
‘Come on, darling,’ she said, ‘surely we can think of a place where no one could possibly find it.’
‘In the tea-pot,’ he said.
‘Or bury it in the sugar-basin,’ she said.
‘Or put it in the bowl of one of my pipes in the pipe-rack,’ he said. ‘With some tobacco over it.’
‘Or under the soil of the azalea plant,’ she said.
‘Hey, that’s not bad, Betty. That’s the best so far.’
They sat at the kitchen table with the shining stone lying there between them, wondering very seriously what to do with it for the next two days while they were away.
‘I still think it’s best if I take it with me,’ he said.
‘I don’t, Robert. You’ll be feeling in your pocket every five minutes to make sure it’s still there. You won’t relax for one moment.’
‘I suppose you’re right,’ he said. ‘Very well, then. Shall we bury it under the soil of the azalea plant in the sitting-room? No one’s going to look there.’
‘It’s not one hundred per cent safe,’ she said. ‘Someone could knock the pot over and the soil would spill out on the floor and presto, there’s a sparkling diamond lying there.’
‘It’s a thousand to one against that,’ he said. ‘It’s a thousand to one against the house being broken into anyway.’
‘No, it’s not,’ she said. ‘Houses are being burgled every day. It’s not worth chancing it. But look, darling, I’m not going to let this thing become a nuisance to you, or a worry.’
‘I agree with that,’ he said.
They sipped their drinks for a while in silence.
‘I’ve got it!’ she cried, leaping up from her chair. ‘I’ve thought of a marvellous place!’
‘Where?’
‘In here,’ she cried, picking up the ice-tray and pointing to one of the empty compartments. ‘We’ll just drop it in here and fill it with water and put it back in the fridge. In an hour or two it’ll be hidden inside a solid block of ice and even if you looked, you wouldn’t be able to see it.’
Robert Sandy stared at the ice-tray. ‘It’s fantastic!’ he said. ‘You’re a genius! Let’s do it right away!’
‘Shall we really do it?’
‘Of course. It’s a terrific idea.’
She picked up the diamond and placed it into one of the little empty compartments. She went to the sink and carefully filled the whole tray with water. She opened the door of the freezer section of the fridge and slid the tray in. ‘It’s the top tray on the left,’ she said. ‘We’d better remember that. And it’ll be in the block of ice furthest away on the right-hand side of the tray.’
‘The top tray on the left,’ he said. ‘Got it. I feel better now that it’s tucked safely away.’
‘Finish your drink, darling,’ she said. ‘Then we must be off. I’ve packed your case for you. And we’ll try not to think about our million pounds any more until we come back.’
‘Do we talk about it to other people?’ he asked her. ‘Like the Renshaws or anyone else who might be there?’
‘I wouldn’t,’ she said. ‘It’s such an incredible story that it would soon spread around all over the place. Next thing you know, it would be in the papers.’
‘I don’t think the King of the Saudis would like that,’ he said.
‘Nor do I. So let’s say nothing at the moment.’
‘I agree,’ he said. ‘I would hate any kind of publicity.’
‘You’ll be able to get yourself a new car,’ she said, laughing.
‘So I will. I’ll get one for you, too. What kind would you like, darling?’
‘I’ll think about it,’ she said.
Soon after that, the two of them drove off to the Renshaws for the weekend. It wasn’t far, just beyond Whitney, some thirty minutes from their own house. Charlie Renshaw was a consultant physician at the hospital and the families had known each other for many years.
The weekend was pleasant and uneventful, and on Sunday evening Robert and Betty Sandy
