A London postman ambled along Charter House Street, turned in at the office of The Diamond Corp. "Good morning," said he to a clerk. "Registered parcel for you. sir. A bit brisk out, sir. Just sign here, if you please, sir." He dipped into his brown canvas sack, passed out a paper package no bigger than a dornick. He touched his cap, ambled out again into Charter House Street. Because the package was addressed personally to Louis Oppenheimer, brother of The Diamond Corp.'s potent Board Chairman Sir Ernest, the clerk took it unopened to his office. Mr. Oppenheimer unwrapped it,...
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