"Did you notice the diamonds he was wearing, fellows ?" "Yes," said Bruce, beginning to puff away at his new briarwood.

"Regular eye-hitters they were." "Who knows they were genuine ?" asked Jack.
"Nobody here," admitted Frank.

"It is impossible to distinguish some fake stones from real diamonds, unless you examine them closely.

But, somehow, I have a fancy that those were genuine diamonds." "What makes you think so ?" "I don't know just why I think so, but I do.

Something tells me that for all of his swagger Bloodgood is a fellow who would scorn to wear paste diamonds." "What do you make out of the fellow, anyway ?" asked Bruce.
"I'm not able to size him up yet," admitted Frank.