I remember a setter who lost a stone through the window. It was too hot in the workshop and he had opened the window to ventilate. The diamond fell on the roof of the neighbouring warehouse… Ladder, velux, it was an adventure to get it back.
We didn’t do any better, but one day while setting a centre, the stone blew up… and it disappeared. We spent hours looking for it. And then, not a small stone, almost a carat. We only found it months later when we did a major cleaning. It was in a spider’s web!
H., setter.
A cheeky diamond
This anecdote - which ends well - was told to me by a friend. She agreed to let me publish it here. And I thank her for it because, as you will see, this story is really incredible! The story takes place a good ten years ago now. I...