The Dain Curse

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      It was a diamond all right, shining in the grass half a dozen feet from the blue brick walk. It was small, not more than a quarter of a carat in weight, and unmounted. I put it in my pocket and began searching the lawn as closely as I could without going at it on all fours.

      I had covered a couple of square yards of sod when the Leggetts' front door opened.

      A woman came out on the broad stone top step and looked down at me with good-humored curiosity.

      She was a woman of about my age, forty, with darkish blond hair, a pleasant plump face, and dimpled pink cheeks. She had on a lavender-flowered white housedress.

      I stopped poking at the grass and went up to her, asking: "Is Mr. Leggett in?"

      "Yes." Her voice was placid as her face. "You wish to see him?"

      I said I did.

      She smiled at me and at the lawn.

      "You're another detective, aren't you?"

      I admitted that.

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