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by Roald Dahl


  'Probably double that,' Robert said.

  'Then that's the first thing we look for,' the Inspector said.

  'I personally do not propose to go down on my hands and knees grubbing around in that pile of slush,' Robert said. 'I don't feel like it at this moment.'

  'Leave it to us,' the Inspector said. 'We'll find it. That was a clever place to hide it.'

  'My wife thought of it. But tell me, Inspector, if by some remote chance they had found it ...'

  'Impossible,' the Inspector said. 'How could they?'

  'They might have seen it lying on the floor after the ice had melted,' Robert said. 'I agree it's unlikely. But if they had spotted it, would they have taken it?'

  'I think they would,' the Inspector said. 'No one can resist a diamond. It has a sort of magnetism about it. Yes, if one of them had seen it on the floor, I think he would have slipped it into his pocket. But don't worry about it, doctor. It'll turn up.'

  'I'm not worrying about it,' Robert said. 'Right now, I'm worrying about my wife and about our house. My wife spent years trying to make this place into a good home.'

  'Now look, sir,' the Inspector said, 'the thing for you to do tonight is to take your wife off to a hotel and get some rest. Come back tomorrow, both of you, and we'll start sorting things out. There'll be someone here all the time looking after the house.'

  'I have to operate at the hospital first thing in the morning,' Robert said. 'But I expect my wife will try to come along.'

  'Good,' the Inspector said. 'It's a nasty upsetting business having your house ripped apart like this. It's a big shock. I've seen it many times. It hits you very hard.'

  Robert and Betty Sandy stayed the night at Oxford's Randolph Hotel, and by eight o'clock the following morning Robert was in the Operating Theatre at the hospital, beginning to work his way through his morning list.

  Shortly after noon, Robert had finished his last operation, a straightforward non-malignant prostate on an elderly male. He removed his rubber gloves and mask and went next door to the surgeons' small rest-room for a cup of coffee. But before he got his coffee, he picked up the telephone and called his wife.

  'How are you, darling?' he said.

  'Oh Robert, it's so awful,' she said. 'I just don't know where to begin.'

  'Have you called the insurance company?'

  'Yes, they're coming any moment to help me make a list.'

  'Good,' he said. 'And have the police found our diamond?'

  'I'm afraid not,' she said. 'They've been through every bit of that slush in the kitchen and they swear it's not there.'

  'Then where can it have gone? Do you think the vandals found it?'

  'I suppose they must have,' she said. 'When they broke those ice-trays all the ice-cubes would have fallen out. They fall out when you just bend the tray. They're meant to.'

  'They still wouldn't have spotted it in the ice,' Robert said.

  'They would when the ice melted,' she said. 'Those men must have been in the house for hours. Plenty of time for it to melt.'

  'I suppose you're right.'

  'It would stick out a mile lying there on the floor,' she said, 'the way it shines.'

  'Oh dear,' Robert said.

  'If we never get it back we won't miss it much anyway, darling,' she said. 'We only had it a few hours.'

  'I agree,' he said. 'Do the police have any leads on who the vandals were?'

  'Not a clue,' she said. 'They found lots of fingerprints, but they don't seem to belong to any known criminals.'

  'They wouldn't,' he said, 'not if they were hooligans off the street.'

  'That's what the Inspector said.'

  'Look, darling,' he said, 'I've just about finished here for the morning. I'm going to grab some coffee, then I'll come home to give you a hand.'

  'Good,' she said. 'I need you, Robert. I need you badly.'

  'Just give me five minutes to rest my feet,' he said, 'I feel exhausted.'

  In Number Two Operating Theatre not ten yards away, another senior surgeon called Brian Goff was also nearly finished for the morning. He was on his last patient, a young man who had a piece of bone lodged somewhere in his small intestine. Goff was being assisted by a rather jolly young Registrar named William Haddock, and between them they had opened the patient's abdomen and Goff was lifting out a section of the small intestine and feeling along it with his fingers. It was routine stuff and there was a good deal of conversation going on in the room.

  'Did I ever tell you about the man who had lots of little live fish in his bladder?' William Haddock was saying.

  'I don't think you did,' Goff said.

  'When we were students at Barts,' William Haddock said, 'we were being taught by a particularly unpleasant Professor of Urology. One day, this twit was going to demonstrate how to examine the bladder using a cystoscope. The patient was an old man suspected of having stones. Well now, in one of the hospital waiting-rooms, there was an aquarium that was full of those tiny little fish, neons they're called, brilliant colours, and one of the students sucked up about twenty of them into a syringe and managed to inject them into the patient's bladder when he was under his pre-med, before he was taken up to Theatre for his cystoscopy.'

  'That's disgusting!' the theatre sister cried. 'You can stop right there, Mr Haddock!'

  Brian Goff smiled behind his mask and said, 'What happened next?' As he spoke, he had about three feet of the patient's small intestine lying on the green sterile sheet, and he was still feeling along it with his fingers.

  'When the Professor got the cystoscope into the bladder and put his eye to it,' William Haddock said, 'he started jumping up and down and shouting with excitement.

  '"What is it, sir?" the guilty student asked him. "What do you see?"

  '"It's fish!" cried the Professor. "There's hundreds of little fish! They're swimming about!"'

  'You made it up,' the theatre sister said. 'It's not true.'

  'It most certainly is true,' the Registrar said. 'I looked down the cystoscope myself and saw the fish. And they were actually swimming about.'

  'We might have expected a fishy story from a man with a name like Haddock,' Goff said. 'Here we are,' he added. 'Here's this poor chap's trouble. You want to feel it?'

  William Haddock took the pale grey piece of intestine between his fingers and pressed. 'Yes,' he said. 'Got it.'

  'And if you look just there,' Goff said, instructing him, 'you can see where the bit of bone has punctured the mucosa. It's already inflamed.'

  Brian Goff held the section of intestine in the palm of his left hand. The sister handed him a scalpel and he made a small incision. The sister gave him a pair of forceps and Goff probed down amongst all the slushy matter of the intestine until he found the offending object. He brought it out, held firmly in the forceps, and dropped it into the small stainless-steel bowl the sister was holding. The thing was covered in pale brown gunge.

  'That's it,' Goff said. 'You can finish this one for me now, can't you, William. I was meant to be at a meeting downstairs fifteen minutes ago.'

  'You go ahead,' William Haddock said. 'I'll close him up.'

  The senior surgeon hurried out of the Theatre and the Registrar proceeded to sew up, first the incision in the intestine, then the abdomen itself. The whole thing took no more than a few minutes.

  'I'm finished,' he said to the anaesthetist.

  The man nodded and removed the mask from the patient's face.

  'Thank you, sister,' William Haddock said. 'See you tomorrow.' As he moved away, he picked up from the sister's tray the stainless-steel bowl that contained the gunge-covered brown object. 'Ten to one it's a chicken bone,' he said and he carried it to the sink and began rinsing it under the tap.

  'Good God, what's this?' he cried. 'Come and look, sister!'

  The sister came over to look. 'It's a piece of costume jewellery,' she said. 'Probably part of a necklace. Now how on earth did he come to swallow that?'

  'He'd have passed it if it had
n't had such a sharp point,' William Haddock said. 'I think I'll give it to my girlfriend.'

  'You can't do that, Mr Haddock,' the sister said. 'It belongs to the patient. Hang on a sec. Let me look at it again.' She took the stone from William Haddock's gloved hand and carried it into the powerful light that hung over the operating table. The patient had now been lifted off the table and was being wheeled out into Recovery next door, accompanied by the anaesthetist.

  'Come here, Mr Haddock,' the sister said, and there was an edge of excitement in her voice. William Haddock joined her under the light. 'This is amazing,' she went on. 'Just look at the way it sparkles and shines. A bit of glass wouldn't do that.'

  'Maybe it's rock-crystal,' William Haddock said, 'or topaz, one of those semi-precious stones.'

  'You know what I think,' the sister said. 'I think it's a diamond.'

  'Don't be damn silly,' William Haddock said.

  A junior nurse was wheeling away the instrument trolley and a male theatre assistant was helping to clear up. Neither of them took any notice of the young surgeon and the sister. The sister was about twenty-eight years old, and now that she had removed her mask she appeared as an extremely attractive young lady.

  'It's easy enough to test it,' William Haddock said. 'See if it cuts glass.'

  Together they crossed over to the frosted-glass window of the operating-room. The sister held the stone between finger and thumb and pressed the sharp pointed end against the glass and drew it downward. There was a fierce scraping crunch as the point bit into the glass and left a deep line two inches long.

  'Jesus Christ!' William Haddock said. 'It is a diamond!'

  'If it is, it belongs to the patient,' the sister said firmly.

  'Maybe it does,' William Haddock said, 'but he was mighty glad to get rid of it. Hold on a moment. Where are his notes?' He hurried over to the side table and picked up a folder which said on it JOHN DIGGS. He opened the folder. In it there was an X-ray of the patient's intestine accompanied by the radiologist's report. John Diggs, the report said. Age 17. Address 123 Mayfield Road, Oxford. There is clearly a large obstruction of some sort in the upper small intestine. The patient has no recollection of swallowing anything unusual, but says that he ate some fried chicken on Sunday evening. The object clearly has a sharp point that has pierced the mucosa of the intestine, and it could be a piece of bone ...

  'How could he swallow a thing like that without knowing it?' William Haddock said.

  'It doesn't make sense,' the sister said.

  'There's no question it's a diamond after the way it cut the glass,' William Haddock said. 'Do you agree?'

  'Absolutely,' the sister said.

  'And a bloody big one at that,' Haddock said. 'The question is, how good a diamond is it? How much is it worth?'

  'We'd better send it to the lab right away,' the sister said.

  'To hell with the lab,' Haddock said. 'Let's have a bit of fun and do it ourselves.'

  'How?'

  'We'll take it to Gold's, the jeweller's in The High. They'll know. The damn thing must be worth a fortune. We're not going to steal it, but we're damn well going to find out about it. Are you game?'

  'Do you know anyone at Gold's?' the sister said.

  'No, but that doesn't matter. Do you have a car?'

  'My Mini's in the car park.'

  'Right. Get changed. I'll meet you out there. It's about your lunch time anyway. I'll take the stone.'

  Twenty minutes later, at a quarter to one, the little Mini pulled up outside the jewellery shop of H. F. Gold and parked on the double-yellow lines. 'Who cares,' William Haddock said. 'We won't be long.' He and the sister went into the shop.

  There were two customers inside, a young man and a girl. They were examining a tray of rings and were being served by the woman assistant. As soon as they came in, the assistant pressed a bell under the counter and Harry Gold emerged through the door at the back. 'Yes,' he said to William Haddock and the sister. 'Can I help you?'

  'Would you mind telling us what this is worth?' William Haddock said, placing the stone on a piece of green cloth that lay on the counter.

  Harry Gold stopped dead. He stared at the stone. Then he looked up at the young man and woman who stood before him. He was thinking very fast. Steady now, he told himself. Don't do anything silly. Act natural.

  'Well, well,' he said as casually as he could. 'That looks to me like a very fine diamond, a very fine diamond indeed. Would you mind waiting a moment while I weigh it and examine it carefully in my office? Then perhaps I'll be able to give you an accurate valuation. Do sit down, both of you.'

  Harry Gold scuttled back into his office with the diamond in his hand. Immediately, he took it to the electronic scale and weighed it. Fifteen point two seven carats. That was exactly the weight of Mr Robert Sandy's stone! He had been certain it was the same one the moment he saw it. Who could mistake a diamond like that? And now the weight had proved it. His instinct was to call the police right away, but he was a cautious man who did not like making mistakes. Perhaps the doctor had already sold his diamond. Perhaps he had given it to his children. Who knows?

  Quickly he picked up the Oxford telephone book. The Radcliffe Infirmary was Oxford 249891. He dialled it. He asked for Mr Robert Sandy. He got Robert's secretary. He told her it was most urgent that he speak to Mr Sandy this instant. The secretary said, 'Hold on, please.' She called the Operating Theatre. Mr Sandy had gone home half an hour ago, they told her. She took up the outside phone and relayed this information to Mr Gold.

  'What's his home number?' Mr Gold asked her.

  'Is this to do with a patient?'

  'No!' cried Harry Gold. 'It's to do with a robbery! For heaven's sake, woman, give me that number quickly!'

  'Who is speaking, please?'

  'Harry Gold! I'm the jeweller in The High! Don't waste time, I beg you!'

  She gave him the number.

  Harry Gold dialled again.

  'Mr Sandy?'

  'Speaking.'

  'This is Harry Gold, Mr Sandy, the jeweller. Have you by any chance lost your diamond?'

  'Yes, I have.'

  'Two people have just brought it into my shop,' Harry Gold whispered excitedly. 'A man and a woman. Youngish. They're trying to get it valued. They're waiting out there now.'

  'Are you certain it's my stone?'

  'Positive. I weighed it.'

  'Keep them there, Mr Gold!' Robert Sandy cried. 'Talk to them! Humour them! Do anything! I'm calling the police!'

  Robert Sandy called the police station. Within seconds, he was giving the news to the Detective Inspector who was in charge of the case. 'Get there fast and you'll catch them both!' he said. 'I'm on my way, too!'

  'Come on, darling!' he shouted to his wife. 'Jump in the car. I think they've found our diamond and the thieves are in Harry Gold's shop right now trying to sell it!'

  When Robert and Betty Sandy drove up to Harry Gold's shop nine minutes later, two police cars were already parked outside. 'Come on, darling,' Robert said. 'Let's go in and see what's happening.'

  There was a good deal of activity inside the shop when Robert and Betty Sandy rushed in. Two policemen and two plain-clothes detectives, one of them the Inspector, were surrounding a furious William Haddock and an even more furious theatre sister. Both the young surgeon and the theatre sister were handcuffed.

  'You found it where?' the Inspector was saying.

  'Take these damn handcuffs off me!' the sister was shouting. 'How dare you do this!'

  'Tell us again where you found it,' the Inspector said, caustic.

  'In someone's stomach!' William Haddock yelled back at him. 'I've told you twice!'

  'Don't give me that crap!' the Inspector said.

  'Good God, William!' Robert Sandy cried as he came in and saw who it was. 'And Sister Wyman! What on earth are you two doing here?'

  'They had the diamond,' the Inspector said. 'They were trying to flog it. Do you know these people, Mr Sandy?'
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br />   It didn't take very long for William Haddock to explain to Robert Sandy, and indeed to the Inspector, exactly how and where the diamond had been found.

  'Remove their handcuffs, for heaven's sake, Inspector,' Robert Sandy said. 'They're telling the truth. The man you want, at least one of the men you want, is in the hospital right now, just coming round from his anaesthetic. Isn't that right, William?'

  'Correct,' William Haddock said. 'His name is John Diggs. He'll be in one of the surgical wards.'

  Harry Gold stepped forward. 'Here's your diamond, Mr Sandy,' he said.

  'Now listen,' the theatre sister said, still angry, 'would someone for God's sake tell me how that patient came to swallow a diamond like this without knowing he'd done it?'

  'I think I can guess,' Robert Sandy said. 'He allowed himself the luxury of putting ice in his drink. Then he got very drunk. Then he swallowed a piece of half-melted ice.'

  'I still don't get it,' the sister said.

  'I'll tell you the rest later,' Robert Sandy said. 'In fact, why don't we all go round the corner and have a drink ourselves.'

  Dip in the Pool

  On the morning of the third day, the sea calmed. Even the most delicate passengers - those who had not been seen around the ship since sailing time - emerged from their cabins and crept on to the sun deck where the deck steward gave them chairs and tucked rugs around their legs and left them lying in rows, their faces upturned to the pale, almost heatless January sun.

  It had been moderately rough the first two days, and this sudden calm and the sense of comfort that it brought created a more genial atmosphere over the whole ship. By the time evening came, the passengers, with twelve hours of good weather behind them, were beginning to feel confident, and at eight o'clock that night the main dining-room was filled with people eating and drinking with the assured, complacent air of seasoned sailors.

  The meal was not half over when the passengers became aware, by the slight friction between their bodies and the seats of their chairs, that the big ship had actually started rolling again. It was very gentle at first, just a slow, lazy leaning to one side, then to the other, but it was enough to cause a subtle, immediate change of mood over the whole room. A few of the passengers glanced up from their food, hesitating, waiting, almost listening for the next roll, smiling nervously, little secret glimmers of apprehension in their eyes. Some were completely unruffled, some were openly smug, a number of the smug ones making jokes about food and weather in order to torture the few who were beginning to suffer. The movement of the ship then became rapidly more and more violent, and only five or six minutes after the first roll had been noticed, she was swinging heavily from side to side, the passengers bracing themselves in their chairs, leaning against the pull as in a car cornering.

 

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