“So refreshed, he settled down to his notes, and then, on his way to headquarters, where he was due at noon, he called at that Regent Street shop where Maddox said he had bought the engagement-ring given to the murdered girl. The assistant, to whom Bobby introduced himself and explained his errand, remembered the transaction perfectly. ‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘That’s all right. We’ve got it. The gentleman can have it any time he likes to call.’ ‘Got it?’ repeated Bobby, puzzled. ‘I mean an e...ngagement-ring – seed pearls and a small diamond – Mr Maddox bought–’ * That’s right,’ interrupted the assistant. ‘One of my own sales – five pounds, it was. Thought I was going to bring off something good at first. He was wearing one himself – a ring, I mean; fine sapphire, worth fifty pounds of any man’s money – and when a gent, wearing a fifty-pounder piece, comes in and asks for an engagement-ring, you do expect him to splash a bit.’ ‘I suppose you do,’ agreed Bobby thoughtfully, remembering that young Leslie Irwin had used the same expression in speaking of Maddox as liking to ‘splash his money about.’ ‘Wasn’t even,’ pursued the assistant, ‘as if he were shy about it – some of ’em pretend it’s for a friend, you know, or some other fairy-tale, but you can always tell – they give themselves away every time.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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