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“What the hell are you talking about?” Mrs. Smith asks nervously. She shakes her finger at Andrea and shifts her weight back and forth. “You shouldn’t talk about things you know nothing about.” “D.O. uses a special inlay process to put the stones in the metal base,” Andrea says. “It’s a complicated process and only a master can do it—it makes it almost impossible to make copies of D.O. original pieces. A craftsman has to polish each raw stone by hand for over ninety minutes. You can’t see it with the naked eye but there’s a slight bit of space between the stone and the ring base here. Besides, the angles on this stone are imperfect. That’s why I think the ring has been tampered with.” “That’s rubbish,” Mrs. Smith says, her face looking horribly pale. “You can always ask for a second o