Chapter 15

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​⁠Diamonds!

I stared, fascinated, at the glassy heap on the bunk. I picked up one which, but for the weight, might have been a fragment of broken bottle.

“Are you sure, Suzanne?”

“Oh, yes, my dear. I’ve seen rough diamonds too often to have any doubts. They’re beauties too, Anne—and some of them are unique, I should say. There’s a history behind these.”

“The history we heard to-night,” I cried.

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​⁠“You mean