The Three Impostors; or, The TransmutationsMachen, Arthur
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The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations
Machen, Arthur
Fiction; Horror tales, English
Melini insisted on showing me the three rings and the bracelet she had
bought of the pedlar. She told me the price she had paid; and after
scrutinizing the articles carefully, I had to confess that she had made
a bargain, and indeed Robbins had sold her the things at about fifty per
cent below market value. I admired the trinkets as I gave them back to
the lady, and I hinted that the pedlar must be a somewhat foolish
specimen of his class. Two days later, as I was taking my vermouth at
the café with Signor Melini, he led the conversation back to the pedlar,
and mentioned casually that he had shown the man a little curiosity, for
which he had made rather a handsome offer. 'My dear sir,' I said, 'I
hope you will be careful. I told you that the travelling tradesman does
not bear a very high reputation in England; and notwithstanding his
apparent simplicity, this fellow may turn out to be an arrant cheat. May
I ask you what is the nature of the curiosity you have shown him?' He
told me it was a little thing, a pretty little stone with some figures
cut on it: people said it was old. 'I should like to examine it,' I
replied; 'as it happens I have seen a good deal of these gems. We have
a fine collection of them in our museum at London.' In due course I was
shown the article, and I held the gem I so coveted between my fingers. I
looked at it coolly, and put it down carelessly on the table. 'Would you
mind telling me, signor,' I said, 'how much my fellow-countryman offered
you for this?' 'Well,' he said, 'my wife says the man must be mad; he
said he would give me twenty lire for it.'
"I looked at him quietly, and took up the gem and pretended to examine
it in the light more carefully; I turned it over and over, and finally
pulled out a magnifying glass from my pocket, and seemed to search every
line in the cutting with minutest scrutiny. 'My dear sir,' I said at
last, 'I am inclined to agree with Signora Melini. If this gem were
genuine, it would be worth some money; but as it happens to be a rather
bad forgery, it is not worth twenty centesimi. It was sophisticated, I
should imagine, some time in the last century, and by a very unskilful
hand.' 'Then we had better get rid of it,' said Melini. 'I never thought
it was worth anything myself. Of course I am sorry for the pedlar, but
one must let a man know his own trade. I shall tell him we will take the
twenty lire.' 'Excuse me,' I said, 'the man wants a lesson. It would be
a charity to give him one. Tell him that you will not take anything
under eighty lire, and I shall be much surprised if he does not close
with you at once.
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