“What is it, Lockwood?” I asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” “It’s a sapphire. My father got the gem out East somewhere, and he had this necklace made for my mother. It was her favorite piece of jewelry. That’s what my sister told me once, anyway. I’d forgotten all about it until today.” “So your mum didn’t have it on her when she—?” “I don’t think she wore it in the ordinary way. It was too special to her. My dad gave it to her soon after they met. It was a symbol of his undying devotion.”
