“Hold on, old boy.”
Halston waited. He hoped the check was good, for business had been slow lately. The miserable Parker brothers, who owned the store, were constantly complaining, as though it were he who was responsible and not the recession. Of course, profits were not down as much as they could have been, for Parker & Parker had a department that specialized in cleaning jewelry, and at frequent intervals the jewelry that was returned to the customer was inferior to the original that had been brought in. Complaints had been lodged, but nothing had ever been proven.
Peter was back on the line. “No problem, Gregory. There’s more than enough money in the account to cover the check.”
Halston felt a little frisson of relief. “Thank you, Peter.”
“Not at all.”
“Lunch next week—on me.”
The check cleared the following morning, and the Colombian emerald was delivered by bonded messenger to Mrs. P.J. Benecke at the Dorchester Hotel.
That afternoon, shortly before closing time, Gregory Hal-ston’s secretary said, “A Mrs. Benecke is here to see you, Mr. Halston.”
His heart sank. She had come to return the pin, and he could hardly refuse to take it back. Damn all women, all Americans, and all Texans! Halston put on a smile and went out to greet her.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Benecke. I assume your husband didn’t like the pin.”
She grinned. “You assume wrong, buster. Old P.J. was just plain crazy about it.”
Halston’s heart began to sing. “He was?”
“In fact, he liked it so much he wants me to get another one so we can have ‘em made into a pair of earrings. Let me have a twin to the one I got.”
A small frown appeared on Gregory Halston’s face. “I’m afraid we might have a little problem there, Mrs. Benecke.”
“What kinda problem, honey?”
“Yours is a unique stone. There’s not another one like it. Now, I have a lovely set in a different style I could—”
“I don’t want a different style. I want one jest like the one I bought.”
“To be perfectly candid, Mrs. Benecke, there aren’t very many ten-carat Colombian flawless”—he saw her look—“nearly flawless stones available.”
“Come on, sport. There’s gotta be one somewhere.”
“In all honesty, I’ve seen very few stones of that quality, and to try to duplicate it exactly in shape and color would be almost impossible.”
“We got a sayin’ in Texas that the impossible jest takes a little longer. Saturday’s my birthday. P.J. wants me to have those earrings, and what P.J. wants, P.J. gets.”
“I really don’t think I can—”
“How much did I pay for that pin—a hundred grand? I know old P.J. will go up to two hundred or three hundred thousand for another one.”
Gregory Halston was thinking fast. There had to be a duplicate of that stone somewhere, and if P. J. Benecke was willing to pay an extra $200,000 for it, that would mean a tidy profit. In fact, Halston thought, I can work it out so that it means a tidy profit for me.
Aloud he said, “I’ll inquire around, Mrs. Benecke. I’m sure that no other jeweler in London has the identical emerald, but there are always estates coming up for auction. I’ll do some advertising and see what results I get.”
“You got till the end of the week,” the blonde told him. “And jest between you and me and the lamppost, old P.J. will probably be willin’ to go up to three hundred fifty thousand for it.”
And Mrs. Benecke was gone, her sable coat billowing out behind her.
Gregory Halston sat in his office lost in a daydream. Fate had placed in his hands a man who was so besotted with his blond tart that he was willing to pay $350,000 for a $100,000 emerald. That was a net profit of $250,000. Gregory Halston saw no need to burden the Parker brothers with the details of the transaction. It would be a simple matter to record the sale of the second emerald at $100,000 and pocket the rest. The extra $250,000 would set him up for life.
All he had to do now was to find a twin to the emerald he had sold to Mrs. P.J. Benecke.