A Desperate Search (Part 9)
Loisel returned in the evening with cheeks hollow and pale; he had found
"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the
clasp of her necklace and that you are having it repaired. It will give
us time to turn around."
She wrote as he dictated.
* * * * *
At the end of a week they had lost all hope.
And Loisel, looking five years older, declared:
"We must consider how to replace the necklace."
The next day they took the box which had contained it, and went to the
place of the jeweller whose name they found inside. He consulted his
"It was not I, madame, who sold the necklace; I must simply have
furnished the casket."
Then they went from jeweller to jeweller, looking for an ornament like
the other, consulting their memories, both sick with grief and anguish.
They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds which
seemed to them exactly what they were looking for. It was worth forty
thousand francs.[*] They could have it for thirty-six thousand.
[* A franc is equal to twenty cents of our money.]
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