I tried to remember. "Can't say I do, dear boy," I had to admit. "Don't seem to place that one. Only one I remember hearing him tell is that one he brought back from Paris. Let me see--_The Story of the Lonely Lobster_, I think he called it." I chortled delightedly as it came back to me. "By Jove, that was devilish neat! Don't know when I've ever heard--" An offensive remark by Billings interrupted me. "Here, Dicky, Dicky, what do you think you're talking about?" he added rudely. Evidently his mind had wandered from the subject. So I replied with dignity--dignity, with just a touch of sarcasm: "Pogue--'Mickey' Pogue of our club. Perhaps you don't know Mickey Pogue?" And, by Jove, that fetched him! He stared at me a moment, and then, getting up, he reached over and solemnly shook me by the hand. "Dicky," he said, wagging his head, "I apologize. You take the _brioche_!" And he turned his back a second. I asked Billings how much he thought one of the rubies was worth. I had in mind how devilish hungrily he had looked at them. But he sighed, then frowned and answered impatiently: "That's it! That's the trouble about all the rare and beautiful things of this life! Always some debasing, prohibitive sordid money value, dammit!" He squinted at the stones again and let the weight of one rest upon his finger. He shook his head, sighing. "Well, they're over twenty carats each, and therefore, of course, many times the value of first water diamonds. After you get above five carats with real Oriental rubies, diamonds are not in it." With an abrupt gesture he pushed the things away and rose. His pipe had gone out, but I noticed that he did not relight it. I held the gems full in the rays of the lamp, and Billings paused, holding a hungry gaze over his shoulder. "I say, Billings, how much did you say one was worth?" I asked carelessly. For a moment he did not reply, but muttered to himself. "I didn't say," he finally replied, and rather crossly. Then he whirled on me impulsively. "See here, Lightnut," he exclaimed, "if you'll let me have one of those for my collection, I'll give you twenty-five thousand for it--there!" He gulped and continued: "I'll have to make some sacrifices, but I don't mind that. I--" But I shook my head. Really, I could hardly keep from laughing in his face. "Sorry! Can't see it, old chap," I said. "Wouldn't sell one of them at any price." Billings gulped again. "I suppose not; don't blame you. Way you're fixed, you don't have to." He walked slowly to the window and back. "Take my advice, Dicky, and get those fire coals into your safe deposit vault first thing in the morning. Hello, you're cutting them off! That's wise." For with the knife he had left on the table I was cutting away the tough threads that held the rubies. I cut off the second and fourth, leaving the first ruby at the collar and the other two alternates. "Go on," said Billings, as I laid down the knife. "You've only removed two."