said it, “We find tiny cracks coming off the cutting edges.”
The cracks, only hairline was visible once magnified, but they were there. This seemed already abnormal for diamond. This form of carbon is one of the hardest substances known, but here it was cracked. The Inspector though was not done yet,
“If you look at those edges, we see that even though they are straight, the angle is all wrong. Brilliant cut diamonds reflect light off all angles, this one doesn’t.”
Jack looked up from the microscope,
“So you’re saying this is not cut correctly because of the reflection of light?” He asked,
“Yes.” Replied Waterson, “And the colour is incorrect. Diamonds can have yellowish tints, but like the clarity, the colour is not compatible for the Cullinan Diamond.”
“So you are saying this is a copy?” Interrupted John.
“Yes, good enough for a sight only inspection, but will not stand up to scrutiny.” Said the inspector.
The three men made their way back up to the offices on the 9 th floor. Entering the room where the previous revelations were made seemed familiar now to both West and Hudson with Waterson closing the door behind them before any further comment could be made. Turning round to face his guests, deciding to cut the two intelligence officers off quickly,
“We’ve had rumours that the intelligence was flawed. I don’t know what goes on over at your place, but apportion of blame is being laid squarely on you.”
“We know,” Said John,
“We saw the news; it’s all over the place. It’s OK; our priority is to get to the truth not worry about what others are saying on social media and the like.” Added Jack.
Waterson looked at the two; he believed them over what was going around on the internet. But there was something else, he showed it in his eyes, and John could tell it,
“Look, some of the officers investigating think that perhaps the brooch was replaced before being stolen,” He said
“You think the robbery was more complicated than before,” Asked John,
“No…Look, some of the lads are investigating the line of inquiry that perhaps one of you two switched it. I’m sorry but we have to follow all leads, and dismiss any possibility.”
Both John and Jack stood there in silence. How could they think such a thing? How on earth could they manage it if they did? West wanted to crush this theory from the outset,
“Let me tell you now that piece of glass down in your laboratory was not put there by me or my colleague! If you or one of your friends have sufficient proof then I’ll be glad to see it, otherwise don’t even go there inspector. I’m sure you of all people are aware of the importance of evidence to back up an allegation!”
Inspector Waterson looked on in silence before speaking,
“Of course.” Was the muted reply.
John watched in silence with fascination the standoff between his partner and the policeman only ending with Jack turning to him,
“I think we are done here John, I trust there’s nothing more inspector?”
“No that’s it. I’ll be in touch if there’s any development.”
“Good,” Said Jack, “Come on John time to get back.”
The two men left the room, pounding through the busy office toward the lift they had just emerged from. Arriving swiftly thus allowing entry by the two men in double quick fashion, and once inside, turning round to hit the control panel Jack gazed out to where they had just come from. Directly in his line of sight, yards back he could not help but see Waterson staring from across the office. This non-verbal but suspiciously disturbing encounter was only broken by the automatic shutting of the doors.
Thames House, 11:27am, West and Hudson arrived back to their office complex within the building. Still busy, but slightly more ordered was the mood but that did not concern them at the moment. They knew they had to report this new evidence and they got the chance. In the main office their superior, the