Four Warned (Quick Reads 2014) Read Online Free PDF

to Piccadilly. He placed a stick of chewing
gum in his mouth, hoping it would help him to relax. Normally Arabella would have disapproved, but on this occasion she had recommended it.
    Jeremy stood nervously on the pavement and waited for a gap to appear in the traffic, then nipped across the road. He came to a halt outside De Beers, the largest diamond merchant in the world.
This was his last chance to walk away. He knew he should take it, but just the thought of her made it impossible.
    Jeremy rang the doorbell, which made him aware that his palms were sweating. Arabella had warned him that you couldn’t just stroll into De Beers as if it was a supermarket. If they
didn’t like the look of you, they would not even open the door. That was why he had been measured for his first hand-tailored suit and bought a new silk shirt, and was wearing
Arabella’s father’s watch, cufflinks and old Etonian tie. ‘The tie will ensure that the door is opened immediately,’ Arabella had told him, ‘and once they spot the
watch and the cufflinks, you’ll be invited into the private salon, because by then they’ll be convinced you’re one of the rare people who can afford their wares.’
    Arabella turned out to be correct, because when the doorman appeared, he took one look at Jeremy and immediately unlocked the door.
    ‘Good morning, sir. How may I help you?’
    ‘I was hoping to buy an engagement ring.’
    ‘Of course, sir. Please step inside.’
    Jeremy followed him down a long corridor, glancing at photographs on the walls that showed the history of the company since its foundation in 1888. Once they had reached the end of the corridor,
the doorman melted away, to be replaced by a tall, middle-aged man wearing a well-cut dark suit, a white silk shirt and a black tie.
    ‘Good morning, sir,’ he said, giving a slight bow. ‘My name is Crombie,’ he added, before ushering Jeremy into his private lair. Jeremy walked into a small, well-lit
room. In the centre was an oval table covered in a black velvet cloth, with comfortable-looking leather chairs on either side. The assistant waited until Jeremy had sat down before he took the seat
opposite him.
    ‘Would you care for some coffee, sir?’ Crombie enquired helpfully.
    ‘No, thank you,’ said Jeremy, who had no desire to hold up proceedings any longer than necessary, for fear he might lose his nerve.
    ‘And how may I help you today, sir?’ Crombie asked, as if Jeremy were a regular customer.
    ‘I’ve just become engaged . . .’
    ‘Many congratulations, sir.’
    ‘Thank you,’ said Jeremy, beginning to feel a little more relaxed. ‘I’m looking for a ring, something a bit special,’ he added, still sticking to the script.
    ‘You’ve certainly come to the right place, sir,’ said Crombie, and pressed a button under the table.
    The door opened immediately, and a man in an identical dark suit, white shirt and dark tie entered the room.
    ‘The gentleman would like to see some engagement rings, Partridge.’
    ‘Yes, of course, Mr Crombie,’ replied the porter, and disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
    ‘Good weather for this time of year,’ said Crombie as he waited for the porter to reappear.
    ‘Not bad,’ said Jeremy.
    ‘No doubt you’ll be going to Wimbledon, sir.’
    ‘Yes, we’ve got tickets for the women’s semifinals,’ said Jeremy, feeling rather pleased with himself, remembering that he’d strayed off script.
    A moment later, the door opened and the porter reappeared carrying a large oak box which he placed dutifully in the centre of the table, before leaving without uttering a word.
    Crombie waited until the door had closed before selecting a small key from a chain that hung from the waistband of his trousers, unlocking the box and opening the lid slowly to reveal three rows
of assorted gems that took Jeremy’s breath away. Definitely not the sort of thing he was used to seeing in the window of his local H. Samuel.
    It was a few