The Door in the Wall and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about The Door in the Wall and Other Stories.

The Door in the Wall and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about The Door in the Wall and Other Stories.

He became silent.  I looked at him in astonishment.  If ever I saw a man hopelessly hard-up it was the man in front of me.  He was ragged and he was dirty, unshaven and unkempt; he looked as though he had been left in a dust-bin for a week.  And he was talking to me of the irksome worries of a large business.  I almost laughed outright.  Either he was mad or playing a sorry jest on his own poverty.

“If high aims and high positions,” said I, “have their drawbacks of hard work and anxiety, they have their compensations.  Influence, the power of doing good, of assisting those weaker and poorer than ourselves; and there is even a certain gratification in display . . . . . "

My banter under the circumstances was in very vile taste.  I spoke on the spur of the contrast of his appearance and speech.  I was sorry even while I was speaking.

He turned a haggard but very composed face upon me.  Said he:  “I forgot myself.  Of course you would not understand.”

He measured me for a moment.  “No doubt it is very absurd.  You will not believe me even when I tell you, so that it is fairly safe to tell you.  And it will be a comfort to tell someone.  I really have a big business in hand, a very big business.  But there are troubles just now.  The fact is . . . .  I make diamonds.”

“I suppose,” said I, “you are out of work just at present?”

“I am sick of being disbelieved,” he said impatiently, and suddenly unbuttoning his wretched coat he pulled out a little canvas bag that was hanging by a cord round his neck.  From this he produced a brown pebble.  “I wonder if you know enough to know what that is?” He handed it to me.

Now, a year or so ago, I had occupied my leisure in taking a London science degree, so that I have a smattering of physics and mineralogy.  The thing was not unlike an uncut diamond of the darker sort, though far too large, being almost as big as the top of my thumb.  I took it, and saw it had the form of a regular octahedron, with the curved faces peculiar to the most precious of minerals.  I took out my penknife and tried to scratch it—­vainly.  Leaning forward towards the gas-lamp, I tried the thing on my watch-glass, and scored a white line across that with the greatest ease.

I looked at my interlocutor with rising curiosity.  “It certainly is rather like a diamond.  But, if so, it is a Behemoth of diamonds.  Where did you get it?”

“I tell you I made it,” he said.  “Give it back to me.”

He replaced it hastily and buttoned his jacket.  “I will sell it you for one hundred pounds,” he suddenly whispered eagerly.  With that my suspicions returned.  The thing might, after all, be merely a lump of that almost equally hard substance, corundum, with an accidental resemblance in shape to the diamond.  Or if it was a diamond, how came he by it, and why should he offer it at a hundred pounds?

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