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On a hot July day in 1941, gray-haired Adrian Grasseley sat at a small table in a room whose window overlooked Fifth Avenue, peering intently through a microscope at a large diamond.
Crowds strolled the streets below. Traffic rumbled along the Avenue. Pigeons sailed about the spires of St. Patrick's Cathedral. Grasseley saw and heard none of this. All of his attention was concentrated on the diamond lying on the table before him -- a fabulous stone the likes of which few men had ever seen.