He bites the tall man’s leg very hard. “Aiiieee!” The tall
man throws up his arms. The box and the White Star
fly across the room. “What’s that on the floor?” one
waiter asks. “I don’t know,” says another. “Is it ... ? No,
it can’t be a diam…” But before he can finish, Marcel
runs across the room. He puts the White Star around
his neck. Then he runs to the door.