"It was in vain for me to protest. I was taken before the Magistrate, and experts were called to examine the jewel. "They weighed it and examined it carefully through powerful magnifying glasses, and finally unanimously agreed that it was indeed the missing jewel. "I was closely cross-questioned as to how it came into my possession, and also as to my movements during the past six months. My explanations were considered most unsatisfactory, and no one would believe me; consequently I was thrown into prison and condemned to death. It was only by the most earnest pleading that I managed to gain time for you to get here, as I assured them that you would be able to put everything right, and explain matters to their entire satisfaction." "I?" I stammered. "I am very, very sorry for you, my poor friend, and I would do anything to help you, but what am I to say or do which will convince them when you tell me that you have failed to do so?" "It is easy--easy," declared Shin Shira hopefully. "Now attend carefully to what I say. I am of course not allowed outside the prison walls, and there is no one here whom I would dare to trust with an important commission. "Now I want you to go at once to the Bazaar, and find a man named Mustapha, a dealer in old curiosities; and, without letting him know whom it is for, purchase from him a large round crystal which you will find in his shop. He will probably want a lot of money for it, but whatever he asks offer him just half, and you will find that after a lot of argument he will let you have it at that. These Oriental shopkeepers are all like that. And then, having secured the crystal, hurry back here and the rest will be easy." Although I could not in the least see what Shin Shira wanted the crystal for, I was careful to execute his commission to the letter. I found no difficulty in reaching the Bazaar, and, once there, soon found out Mustapha. I did not like the look of the man at all. He was a fawning, obsequious little man, with shifting eyes which never looked you straight in the face. He stood bowing and smiling and rubbing his hands when I entered the shop and asked to see the crystal. "Ah yea--very fine crystal--for those who know how to use it. Very vallyble--lot money. You know this? You got?" and he gave me a searching glance with his little bead-like eyes. "Oh yes, I can pay for it if I want it," I said, "but what do you call a _lot_ of money? How much do you want for it?" [Illustration] He named a price which I knew to be very excessive, and I shook my head decidedly. "No! too much!" I declared. "Oh! but see! Beautiful crystal!" he argued. "No," I replied, "too much! I'll give you half," and I began to walk unconcernedly out of the shop. "And you give me little present besides?" pleaded Mustapha. "Not a penny," said I. The man gave a little sigh. "Oh well, you take him," he said. "Not enough money, but Mustapha very poor, must sell him. I wrap him up for you, see!"