“No … it can’t be,” he spoke breathlessly. Samantha was deeply shocked and wanted to know why the jeweler was so disgusted with this watch. What secrets did this timepiece hold? Mr. Reynolds sat back on his stool behind the jewelry store. “Those sapphires…” He shook his head and nervously balled and unclenched his fists.
Samantha frowned at her eyebrows. “There are no sapphires, Mr. Reynolds. It’s a diamond watch.” Mr. Reynolds looked up, seemingly distracted. “Oh, yes, of course. That’s what I meant, the diamond. It reminds me of something I have to take from the back room.” He slid off the stool and shuffled to the back of the store, where he disappeared through a vague curtain.
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