The simple fact that this color is perfect makes conjecture useless." Mr.Latham lapsed into silence, and for a time paced back and forth across his office; Mr.Czenki stood waiting.
"Please get the exact weight," Mr.Latham requested abruptly.

"Also test the cutting.

It came into my possession in rather an--an unusual manner, and I'm curious." The expert went out.

An hour later he returned and placed the white, glazed box on the desk before Mr.Latham.
"The weight is six and three-sixteenths carats," he stated.

"The depth is absolutely perfect according to the diameter of the girdle.
The _bezel_ facets are mathematically correct to the minutest fraction--thirty-three, including the table.