"They are there, the _gendarmes_, my little one! I should have run, but they caught me, the villains! and replaced me in the house. _Oh, sacre!_"--and rolling this word between his teeth, he came down and laid a little box on the counter. I opened it. There was within a large, glittering, curiously-cut piece of glass. I threw it aside. "The diamond!" I exclaimed. "Monsieur had it," he replied, stooping to pick up the glass with every appearance of surprise and care. "Do you mean to say you endeavored to escape with that bawble? Produce the diamond instantly, or you shall hang as high as Haman!" I roared. Whether he knew the individual in question or not, the threat was efficient; he trembled and hesitated, and finally drew the identical shagreen case from his bosom. "I but jested," he said. "Monsieur will witness that I relinquish it with reluctance." "I will witness that you receive stolen goods!" I cried, in wrath. He placed it in my hands. "Oh!" he groaned, from the bottom of his heart, hanging his head, and laying both hands on the counter before him,--"it pains, it grieves me to part with it!" "And the chain," I said. "Monsieur did not demand that!" "I demand it now." In a moment, the chain also was given me. "And now will Monsieur do me a favor? Will he inform me by what means he ascertained these facts?" I glanced at the _garçon_, who had probably supplied himself with his master's finery illicitly;--he was the means;--we have some generosity;--I thought I should prefer doing him the favor, and declined. I unclasped the shagreen case; the _sergent-de-ville_ and the _gendarme_ stole up and looked over my shoulder; the _garçon_ drew near with round eyes; the little woman peeped across; the merchant, with tears streaming over his face, gazed as if it had been a loadstone; finally, I looked myself. There it lay, the glowing, resplendent thing! flashing in affluence of splendor, throbbing and palpitant with life, drawing all the light from the little woman's candle, from the sparkling armor around, from the steel barbs, and the distant lantern, into its bosom. It was scarcely so large as I had expected to see it, but more brilliant than anything I could conceive of. I do not believe there is another such in the world. One saw clearly that the Oriental superstition of the sex of stones was no fable; this was essentially the female of diamonds, the queen herself, the principle of life, the rejoicing creative force. It was not radiant, as the term literally taken implies; it seemed rather to retain its wealth,--instead of emitting its glorious rays, to curl them back like the fringe of a madrepore, and lie there with redoubled quivering scintillations, a mass of white magnificence, not prismatic, but a vast milky lustre. I closed the case; on reopening it, I could scarcely believe that the beautiful sleepless eye would again flash upon me. I did not comprehend how it could afford such perpetual richness, such sheets of lustre.