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rough the traffic； passing Roland Cartier； Geigers； and the Royal Bank of Scotland。 A few doors farther on； it coasted to a stop in front of a jewelry store。 A discreet； polished sign at the side of the door read： PARKER & PARKER。 A liveried chauffeur stepped out of the limousine and hurried around to open the rear door for his passenger。 A young woman with blond Sassoon…ed hair； wearing far too much makeup and a tight…fitting Italian knit dress under a sable coat； totally inappropriate for the weather； jumped out of the car。
〃Which way's the joint； junior？〃 she asked。 Her voice was loud； with a grating Texas accent。
The chauffeur indicated the entrance。 〃There； madame。〃
〃Okay； honey。 Stick around。 This ain't gonna take long。〃
〃I may have to circle the block； madame。 I won't be permitted to park here。〃
She clapped him on the back and said； 〃You do what you gotta do； sport。〃
Sport！ The chauffeur winced。 It was his punishment for being reduced to chauffeuring rental cars。 He disliked all Americans； particularly Texans。 They were savages； but savages with money。 He would have been astonished to learn that his passenger had never even seen the Lone Star State。
Tracy checked her reflection in the display window； smiled broadly； and strutted toward the door； which was opened by a uniformed attendant。
〃Good afternoon； madame。〃
〃Afternoon； sport。 You sell anythin' besides costume jewelry in this joint？〃 She chuckled at her joke。
The doorman blanched。 Tracy swept into the store； trailing an overpowering scent of Chloé behind her。
Arthur Chilton； a salesman in a morning coat； moved toward her。 〃May I help you； madame？〃
〃Maybe； maybe not。 Old P。J。 told me to buy myself a little birthday present； so here I am。 Whatcha got？〃
〃Is there something in particular Madame is interested in？〃
〃Hey； pardner； you English fellows are fast workers； ain'cha？〃 She laughed raucously and clapped him on the shoulder。 He forced himself to remain impassive。 〃Mebbe somethin' in emeralds。 Old P。J。 loves to buy me emeralds。〃
〃If you'll step this way； please。。。。〃
Chilton led her to a vitrine where several trays of emeralds were displayed。
The bleached blonde gave them one disdainful glance。 〃These're the babies。 Where are the mamas and papas？〃
Chilton said stiffly； 〃These range in price up to thirty thousand dollars。〃
〃Hell； I tip my hairdresser that。〃 The woman guffawed。 〃Old P。J。 would be insulted if I came back with one of them little pebbles。〃
Chilton visualized old P。J。 Fat and paunchy and as loud and obnoxious as this woman。 They deserved each other。 Why did money always flow to the undeserving？ he wondered。
〃What price range was Madame interested in？〃
〃Why don't we start with somethin' around a hundred G's。〃
He looked blank。 〃A hundred G's？〃
〃Hell； I thought you people was supposed to speak the king's English。 A hundred grand。 A hundred thou。〃
He swallowed。 〃Oh。 In that case； perhaps it would be better if you spoke with our managing director。〃
The managing director； Gregory Halston； insisted on personally handling all large sales； and since the employees of Parker & Parker received no mission； it made no difference to them。 With a customer as distasteful as this one； Chilton was relieved to let Halston deal with her。 Chilton pressed a button under the counter； and a moment later a pale； reedy…looking man bustled out of a back room。 He took a look at the outrageously dressed blonde and prayed that none of his regular customers appeared until the woman had departed。
Chilton said； 〃Mr。 Halston； this is Mrs。。。。 er。。。？〃 He turned to the woman。
〃Benecke； honey。 Mary Lou Benecke。 Old P。J。 Benecke's wife。 Betcha you all have heard of P。J。 Benecke。〃
〃Of course。〃 Gregory Halston gave her a smile that barely touched his lips。
〃Mrs。 Benecke is interested in purchasing an emerald； Mr。 Halston。〃
Gregory Halston indicated the trays of emeralds。 〃We have some fine emeralds here that…〃
〃She wanted something for approximately a hundred thousand dollars。〃
This time the smile that lit Gregory Halston's face was genuine。 What a nice way to start the day。
〃You see； it's my birthday； and old P。J。 wants me to buy myself somethin' pretty。〃
〃Indeed；〃 Halston said。 〃Would you follow me； please？〃
〃You little rascal； what you got in mind？〃 The blonde giggled。
Halston and Chilton exchanged a pained look。 Bloody Americans！
Halston led the woman to a locked door and opened it with a key。 They entered a small； brightly lit room； and Halston carefully locked the door behind them。
〃This is where we keep our merchandise for our valued customers；〃 he said。
In the center of the room was a showcase filled with a stunning array of diamonds； rubies； and emeralds； flashing their bright colors。
〃Well； this is more like it。 Old P。J。'd go crazy in here。〃
〃Does Madame see something she likes？
〃Well； let's jest see what we got here。〃 She walked over to to jewelry case containing emeralds。 〃Let me look at that there bunch。〃
Halston extracted another small key from his pocket； unlocked the case； lifted out a tray of emeralds； and placed it on top of the table。 There were ten emeralds in the velvet case。 Halston watched as the woman picked up the largest of them； as exquisite pin in a platinum setting。
〃As old P。J。 would say； 'This here one's got my name writ on it。' 〃
〃Madame has excellent taste。 This is a ten…carat grass…green Colombian。 It's flawless and…〃
〃Emeralds ain't never flawless。〃
Halston was taken aback for an instant。 〃Madame is correct； of course。 What I meant was…〃 For the first time he noticed that the woman's eyes were as green as the stone she twisted in her hands； turning it around； studying its facets。
〃We have a wider selection if…〃
〃No sweat； sweetie。 I'll take this here one。〃
The sale had taken fewer than three minutes。
〃Splendid；〃 Ralston said。 Then he added delicately； 〃In dollars it es to one hundred thousand。 How will Madame paying？〃
〃Don't you worry； Halston； old sport； I have a dollar account at a bank here in London。 I'll write out a little ole personal check。 Then P。J。 can jest pay me back。〃
〃Excellent。 I'll have the stone cleaned for you and delivered to your hotel。〃
The stone did not need cleaning； but Halston had no intention of letting it out of his possession until her check had cleared； for too many jewelers he knew had been bilked by clever swindlers。 Halston prided himself on the fact that he had never been cheated out of one pound。
〃Where shall I have the emerald delivered？〃
〃We got ourselves the Oliver Messel Suite at the Dorch。〃
Halston made a note。 〃The Dorchester。〃
〃I call it the Oliver Messy Suite；〃 she laughed。 〃Lots of people don't like the hotel anymore because it's full of A…rabs； but old P。J。 does a lot of business with them。 ‘Oil is its own country；' he always says。 P。J。 Benecke's one smart fella。〃
〃I'm sure he is；〃 Halston replied dutifully。