"Of course," answered Lady Olivia, detaching from her belt the little
leather bag in which she usually carried her handkerchief, scent-bottle,
and other odds and ends. "_I_ think that several of them are quite
good; but my husband declares that they are not worth the trouble of
picking up."
"And he is quite right, so far as this one, at least, is concerned,"
remarked the professor, as he drew forth a stone and held it up to the
light for a moment. "This also," as he drew forth a second, looked at
it, and threw it away. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as he produced a third,
"this looks more promising."
He examined the stone very carefully--it was about the size of a
plover's egg--and presently said, as he handed it back--
"My dear lady, permit me to congratulate you. You have been fortunate
enough to secure an exceptionally magnificent stone, without doubt. It
is, of course, somewhat difficult to judge of the precise value of a gem
in its rough, uncut state, but I should say that you have there a stone
that will prove almost unique, not only as to size, but also for its
perfect colour. Have you any more like it?"
Further investigation proved that Lady Olivia had another that was
almost, if not quite, the equal of the first, as well as three others of
somewhat smaller size, but equal beauty of colour; and when, presently,
the professor proceeded to examine Sir Reginald's find, it became at
once apparent that the rubies to be found in this particular locality
were likely to prove exceptionally valuable from their extreme richness
of colour.
"And these," exclaimed von Schalckenberg, enthusiastically, "are the
results of but a few hours' search! Surely there must be a ruby mine of
almost fabulous richness somewhere close at hand. Now is the time for
me to acquire a little of that wealth of which I am in such urgent
need."
And, raising his hat to Lady Olivia, he turned away. But it was
presently noticed that, instead of examining the pebbles on the beach,
as the rest were doing, he went straight to the foot of the low cliff at
the upper edge of the beach, scrutinising its face very closely, and
foot by foot, as he passed slowly along it. When last particularly
noticed, he was seen to be apparently digging into the soil of the
cliff-face, here and there, with his pocket-knife.
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