Chapter 46

"Well, what do you think of them?" he asked. "You've never seen a finer matched pair, eh?" For a moment Sikorsky lost his urbane composure. His eyes glittered and his hand trembled a little as he reached out to take up the pearl nearest him. As he turned it over and over in his palm, admiring the perfection of its form and the play of light on its flawless surfaces, he muttered to himself in a language I had never heard. Presently he laid down the first pearl and took up the other for examination; rose to fetch a b…