Publisher's Synopsis
"Well, Tom Swift, I don't believe you will make any mistake if you buy that diamond," said the jeweler to a young man who was inspecting a tray of pins, set with the sparkling stones. "It is of the first water, and without a flaw." "It certainly seems so, Mr. Track. I don't know much about diamonds, and I'm depending on you. But this one looks to be all right." "Is it for yourself, Tom?" "Er-no-that is, not exactly," and Tom Swift, the young inventor of airships and submarines, blushed slightly. "Ah, I see. It's for your housekeeper, Mrs. Baggert. Well, I think she would like a pin of this sort. True, it's rather expensive, but-" "No, it isn't for Mrs. Baggert, Mr. Track," and Tom seemed a bit embarrassed. "No? Well, then, Tom-of course it's none of my affair, except to sell you a good stone, But if this brooch is for a young lady, I can't recommend anything nicer. Do you think you will take this; or do you prefer to look at some others?" "Oh, I think this will do, Mr. Track. I guess I'll take-" Tom's words were interrupted by a sudden action on the part of the jeweler. Mr. Track ran from behind the showcase and hastened toward the front door. "Did you see him, Tom?" he cried. "I wonder which way he went?" "Who?" asked the lad, following the shopkeeper.
