I never liked to see her wear it." Killigrew threw up his hands.

"And this is the London you've been bragging about to me! How much was the ruby worth ?" "Don't know; nobody does.

It's one of those jewels you can't set a price on.

He will not be able to dispose of it in its present shape.
He'll break it up and sell the pieces, and that's the shame of it.
Think of the infernal cleverness of the man! Two or three hundred vehicles stalled in the street, fog so thick you couldn't see your hand before your face.

Simple game for a man with ready wit.