You smile and make a polite comment
"My husband got them for me from Africa," Mrs DeLyon cut in,
seemingly unaware that you were about to take a statement. "It
was for Valentines Day last year - oh, he's an expert with diamonds
and the like. Who knows where he got such exquisite specimens?"
"Sounds like you know alot about diamonds, Mrs DeLyon,"
Clyde pitched in. He had his notebook and a pen in hand. You glanced
at him. Obviously he was trying to wheedle some useful information out
of the millionaress. "Perhaps you could tell us the origin of the
Klockmon Diamond, and who in particular would want to take it from
you?"
"Well!" Mrs DeLyon said, taken aback. "Who wouldn't
want the Klockmon Diamond? I know it originally came from Egypt, but
there has been a lot of mystery surrounding the stone. Harold has
never bothered to explain the whole story to me," she added,
referring to her husband.
"Do you have any rivals, or anyone in particular who might want
to take it from you?"
"Really! I have already been asked these quesions before!"
she declared, irritated. "Is that all you detectives ever talk
about?"
"That's strange," you replied thoughtfully. "Do you
mean Detective Sherwood?"
Sherwood was your mentor, Clyde's as well. The white-haired detective
with the thick-rimmed glasses was the one who had taken both of you on
as apprentices in the craft of investigation.
"Oh, no, not him. He had already came before. But someone else
also questioned me for a statement..."
"Yes," you replied, smiling politely. "They look like
they'd be expensive. But they are nice. Anyhow, Mrs DeLyon - "
