The Marchese took it up, saying: "That is good for a thousand."
"What about this one?" Lorenzi threw down another ring in front of the
Marchese.
The latter nodded, saying: "That is good for the same amount."
"Are you satisfied now, Signor Marchese?" enquired Lorenzi, moving as if
to go.
"I am satisfied," answered the Marchese, with an evil chuckle; "all the
more, seeing that the rings are stolen."
Lorenzi turned sharply, clenching his fist as if about to strike the
Marchese. Olivo and the Abbate seized Lorenzi's arm.
"I know both the stones, though they have been reset," said the Marchese
without moving from his place. "Look, gentlemen, the emerald is slightly
flawed, or it would be worth ten times the amount. The ruby is flawless,
but it is not a large one. Both the stones come from a set of jewels
which I once gave my wife. And, since it is quite impossible for me
to suppose that the Marchesa had them reset in rings for Lieutenant
Lorenzi, it is obvious that they have been stolen--that the whole set
has been stolen. Well, well, the pledge suffices, Signor Lieutenant, for
the nonce."
"Lorenzi!" cried Olivo, "we all give you our word that no one shall ever
hear a syllable from us about what has just happened.
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