The King of Diamonds: A Tale of Mystery and AdventureTracy, Louis
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The King of Diamonds: A Tale of Mystery and Adventure
Tracy, Louis
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
He did not possess a looking-glass, but he felt sure that he presented a
remarkably different appearance when attired in a neat serge suit, a
clean shirt and reputable boots. His first impulse was to thrust his
discarded garments into the fire, but sentiment prevailed, and he folded
them into a parcel.
Then he extinguished his candle and went out. To his exceeding surprise
he discovered that it was nearly nine o'clock--time had indeed flown.
The shops in the Mile End Road open early and close late. He entered a
restaurant where he was unknown, passing, as a matter of policy, the
coffee stall of his kindly helper of those former days now so remote in
his crowded memories. After eating a hearty meal, for which he was
thoroughly prepared, he tendered a sovereign in payment.
The proprietor barely glanced at him. Philip was now well dressed,
according to local ideas, and his strong, erect figure, his resolute
face, added two or three years to his age when contrasted with the puny
standard of fifteen as set by the poverty-stricken East End.
He had forgotten to buy a necktie and a new pair of stockings. These
omissions he now rectified, and he also purchased a warm, dark-gray
traveling rug, several yards of drugget, a ball of twine and a pair of
scissors. A couple of stout but worn leather portmanteaux caught his
eye.
"Those are cheap," said the salesman, quickly, "only fifteen shillings
each."
"I'm not sure I can afford so much," said Philip, hesitatingly, for the
rug alone cost one pound six shillings.
"They're a rare bargain--real leather--they were never made under three
pounds each."
"Oh, very well. I will take them."
He produced three pounds, got his change, and walked away with his goods
without causing any wonderment. The shopman was only too glad to have
such a customer at that late hour.
Philip now knew that he was fairly safe, but he decided that a
billy-cock hat gave him a more mature appearance than a cap. This
alteration being effected, he hurried off to Johnson's Mews and
re-entered his domicile without incident worthy of note.
Very quickly, with the help of drugget, scissors and twine, the two
small portmanteaux were packed with pieces of the meteor, and the
paper-covered parcels already prepared. When each bag weighed about
forty pounds he stuffed the remaining space with rolled-up newspapers,
closed and locked them. He estimated that three larger leather
bags--these being less noisy than tin--would hold the remainder of the
meteor.
As the next morning would find him occupation enough, he decided to do
as much as possible that night. Three times he sallied forth and
returned with a good-sized valise. He paid prices varying from two
pounds ten shillings to three pounds fifteen shillings, and always
bought secondhand goods.
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