For thirty years as a gem cutter Giuseppi resisted the temptation to take even the smallest diamond chip home with him.
“It would be wrong,” he would have said, if asked. “It has never crossed my mind to do such a thing.”
Until the nine-carat, flawless, uncut blue diamond showed up on the day he was to retire.
Through some error, the diamond was unlisted on the shipment’s inventory.
The timing was as perfect as the diamond.
Giuseppi placed it a small plastic baggie and swallowed it.
While walking home he was hit by a bus.
There wasn’t an autopsy.
“It would be wrong,” he would have said, if asked. “It has never crossed my mind to do such a thing.”
Until the nine-carat, flawless, uncut blue diamond showed up on the day he was to retire.
Through some error, the diamond was unlisted on the shipment’s inventory.
The timing was as perfect as the diamond.
Giuseppi placed it a small plastic baggie and swallowed it.
While walking home he was hit by a bus.
There wasn’t an autopsy.
