Nice Ice

      When the famous Langhurst Diamond was stolen from a display in a store in Bucharest, suspicion immediately feel upon a well-known Romanian jewel thief named Janilek Ostrov.  Ostrov specialized in diamonds, better known in the thief trade as ice.  He had been seen at the exhibit the day before and so the cops kept him under surveillance for a day or so after that.  When he bought a ticket for the overnight train to Paris, where his fence was known to live, they figured he was taking the stone there.
      Luckily for them, I happened to have been shipped by FedEx to Bucharest to work for Interpol, so naturally the police arranged to take me along when they arrested Ostrov. 
      But when we burst into his compartment on the train, we found Ostrov sitting there calmly having a cigarette, leafing through a magazine, clinking the ice in his water glass.  His trademark beret was perched jauntily on his head and he smiled as we confronted him.  The police searched him and the compartment but found nothing at all except a small traveling kit in which he had his passport, toothbrush, address book, and a small snuffbox with a white powder in it.
      With nothing to show for their efforts, the police were about to leave, when it suddenly hit me where the diamond was.
      Do you know?


Nano Solution_____________________________________________

      “The beret!” you shout like a hooter at a football game.
      “No way!” Nano shouts back, mimicking your rhythm and rhyme.  Then, coming back to a more sober tone for the explanation: “The ice was in the ice.  He had dropped the diamond in his glass of ice water, where it was barely visible and hidden among the cubes.”

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