sat with his back to the door. He heard it open and close, heard footsteps coming to the table. He brought his eyes up. It was Watts.
âGood afternoon, sir,â greeted Watts. He was carrying a black container proportioned like an ordinary shoebox, about half the size.
âHello, Watts.â
Watts was opposite Chesser now. He placed the box on the table. âIâm to show you some stones, sir.â
âWonât Mr. Meecham be here?â
âNo, sir.â
Chesser felt cheated. He might never get another chance at Meecham. At least, not like this. He wanted to walk out. He was angry enough, but this wasnât the kind of business where you could take your business elsewhere. He thought of demanding that Meecham conduct the sight, but there was Watts and perhaps Watts would take that as an insult.
Fuck it, thought Chesser and smiled at Watts. âWhat have you brought for me to see?â
âThree stones altogether, sir,â said Watts rather proudly. He removed the lid from the box and transferred three large, rough diamonds to the velour surface in front of Chesser.
Chesser put his loupe to his eye. He picked up the first stone.
âThatâs three hundred seventy-six carats, sir,â informed Watts.
Chesser sighted into it. He knew what to look for but he thought he saw all sorts of things he shouldnât. The trouble was he wasnât accustomed to such large stones. Size created an entirely different dimension, it seemed. He couldnât determine whether the stone was good quality or not. He thought it had a great many feathers and carbon spots. From one angle the spots appeared to be inconsequentially on the edges, from another angle they looked deep and spoiling. Chesser wished he knew more.
He couldnât afford to make a mistake. Not this time. He started to sweat. Now he was glad Meecham wasnât there.
Watts said nothing all the while Chesser examined the three stones. He sensed Chesserâs predicament.
âThe one in the center, sir,â said Watts.
âWhat about it?â
âExcellent color.â
Watts was trying to help. He knew more about grading diamonds than anyone else in The System, or so Chesser had heard. But Chesser wasnât sure he could trust the man. Conceivably Meecham was trying to unload that particular stone on him. Via Watts. Chesser decided he didnât really believe that. He picked up the stone and examined it again. It was the smallest of the three, more rectangular, about three-quarters of an inch deep, a little more than an inch wide, and one and a half inches long.
âTwo hundred five point sixty carats,â said Watts. âI put a window on it.â
Chesser located the small, polished area that allowed him to sight deep into the stone. He saw it was clear white, no devaluating yellow, and no apparent imperfections.
âHow do you think it will cut?â asked Chesser.
âThe grain is right for an oval. If you donât mind my suggestion, sir.â
âNot at all.â
âYou should finish with a perfect stone about half the weight. Perhaps a little more. Anyway, a real good one.â
Chesser had to ask: âIf itâs such a winner, whyâs it still around?â
âIt just came in with the shipment from Botswana. Even Mr. Meecham hasnât seen it yet.â
Chesser believed him.
âMy only instructions from Mr. Meecham were to show you a few stones in this size range, and I thought youâd particularly like this one. Of course, it may not meet your requirements.â
âWhatâs the price?â
âSeven hundred thousand.â
Chesser listened to his intuition. âIâll take it,â he said quickly. Wattsâs smile told him heâd made the right decision. Chesser was grateful.
âShall we complete the transaction, sir?â
âTomorrow. Iâll come by with a certified check.â
âIf you prefer, we can deliver