Richard will never be himself again till his
pocketbook is lined
with greenbacks. At present, who steals my purse steals trash."
"Suppose you try Tiffany's?"
"The ring has already been offered there. They might remember
it."
"If they do, say that he is your son."
"A good thought," answered the husband. "I will act upon it.
But, on the whole, I'll doff this
disguise, and assume my
ordinary garments. This time, my dear, I shall not need your
assistance."
"Well, the sooner it's done the better. That's all I have to
say."
"As soon as possible."
Mr. Montgomery returned to his lodgings in Amity street, and,
taking off his
clerical garb, appeared in the garb in which we
first made his
acquaintance. The change was very speedily
effected.
"Wish me good luck, Mrs. M.," he said, as he opened the door. "I
am going to make another attempt."
"Good luck to you, Tony! Come back soon."
"As soon as my business is completed. If I get the money, we
will leave for Philadelphia this evening. You may as well be
packing up."
"I am afraid the
landlady won't let us carry away our baggage
unless we pay our bill."
"Never mind! Pack it up, and we'll run our chance."
Felix Montgomery left the house with the ring carefully deposited
in his vest pocket. To judge from his air of easy indifference,
he might
readily have been taken for a
substantial citizen in
excellent circumstances; but then appearances are oftentimes
deceitful, and they were especially so in the present instance.
He made his way quickly to Broadway, and
thence to Tiffany's, at
that time not so far uptown as at present. He entered the store
with a nonchalant air, and, advancing to the
counter, accosted
the same clerk to whom Paul had shown the ring earlier in the
day.
"I have a
valuable ring which I would like to sell," he said.
"Will you tell me its value?"
The clerk no sooner took it in his hand than he recognized it.
"I have seen that ring before," he said, looking at Mr.
Montgomery keenly.
"Yes," said the latter, composedly; "this morning, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"My boy brought it in here. I ought not to have sent him, for he
came very near losing it on the way home. I thought it best to
come with it myself."
This was said so quietly that it was hard to doubt the statement,
or would have been if information had not been brought to the
store that the ring had been
stolen.
"Yes, boys are careless," assented the clerk, not caring to
arouse Mr. Montgomery's suspicions. "You wish to sell the ring,
I suppose."
"Yes," answered the other; "I don't like to carry a ring of so
great value. Several times I have come near having it
stolen.
Will you buy it?"
"I am not authorized to make the purchase," said the clerk. "I
will refer the matter to Mr. Tiffany."
"Very well," said Mr. Montgomery. "I am
willing to accept
whatever he may pronounce a fair price."
"No doubt," thought the clerk.
He carried the ring to his
employer, and quickly explained the
circumstances.
"The man is
doubtless a thief. He must be
arrested," said the
jeweler.
"If I go for an officer, he will take alarm."
"Invite him to come into the back part of the shop, and I will
protract the
negotiation while you
summon a
policeman."
The clerk returned, and at his
invitation Mr. Montgomery walked
to the lower end of the store, where he was introduced to the
head of the
establishment. Sharp though he was, he suspected no
plot.
"You are the owner of this ring?" asked Mr. Tiffany.
"Yes, sir," said the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer. "It has been in our family for
a long time."
"But you wish to sell it now?"
"Yes; I have come near losing it several times, and prefer to
dispose of it. What is its value?"
"That requires some
consideration. I will examine it closely."
Mr. Montgomery stood with his back to the entrance, waiting
patiently, while the
jeweler appeared to be engaged in a close
examination of the ring. He congratulated himself that no
questions had been asked which it might have been difficult for
him to answer. He made up his mind that after due
examinationMr. Tiffany would make an offer, which he determined in advance
to accept,
whatever it might be, since he would consider himself
fortunate to
dispose of it at even two-thirds of its value.
Meanwhile the clerk quietly slipped out of the store, and at a
short distance en
countered a
policeman, upon whom he called for
assistance. At the same moment Paul and Mr. Preston came up.
Our hero, on being released from
arrest, had sought Mr. Preston,
and the latter obligingly agreed to go with him to Tiffany's, and
certify to his
honesty, that, if the ring should be brought
there, it might be retained for him. Paul did not recognize the
clerk, but the latter at once remembered him.
"Are you not the boy that brought a diamond ring into our store
this morning?" he asked.
"Into Tiffany's?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen anything of it?" asked our hero,
eagerly. "I am
the one who brought it in."
"A man just brought it into the store," said the clerk.
"Is he there now?"
"He is talking with Mr. Tiffany. I came out for a
policeman. He
will be
arrested at once."
"Good!" ejaculated Paul; "I am in luck. I thought I should
never see the ring again. What sort of a man is he?"
From the
description, Paul judged that it was Felix Montgomery
himself, and, remembering what a trick the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer had played
upon him at Lovejoy's Hotel, he felt no little
satisfaction in
the thought that the
trapper was himself trapped at last.
"I'll go along with you," he said. "I want to see that man
arrested."
"You had better stay outside just at first, until we have secured
him."
Meanwhile Mr. Tiffany, after a prolonged
examination, said: "The
ring is worth two hundred and fifty dollars."
"That will be satisfactory," said Mr. Montgomery, promptly.
"Shall I give you a check for the amount?" asked the
jeweler.
"I should prefer the money, as I am a stranger in the city, and
not known at the banks."
"I can make the check payable to
bearer, and then you will have
no difficulty in getting it cashed."
While this conversation was going on, the clerk entered the store
with the
policeman, but Mr. Montgomery's back was turned, and he
was not aware of the fact till the officer tapped him on the
shoulder,
saying: "You are my prisoner."
"What does this mean? There is some mistake," said the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer, wheeling round with a start.
"No mistake at all. You must come with me."
"What have I done? You take me for some one else."
"You have
stolen a diamond ring."
"Who says so?" demanded the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer,
boldly. "It is true I
brought one here to sell, but it has belonged to me for years."
"You are
mistaken, Mr. Montgomery," said Paul, who had come up
unperceived. "You stole that ring from me this morning, after
dosing me with chloroform at Lovejoy's Hotel."
"It is a lie," said the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer,
boldly. "That boy is my son.
He is in
league with his mother to rob me. She sent him here
this morning unknown to me. Finding it out, I took the ring from
him, and brought it here myself."
Paul was certainly surprised at being claimed as a son by the man
who had swindled him, and answered: "I never saw you before this
morning. I have no father living."
"I will
guarantee this boy's truth and
honesty," said Mr.
Preston,
speaking for the first time. "I believe you know me,
Mr. Tiffany."
"I need no other assurance," said the
jeweler, bowing. "Officer,
you may remove your prisoner."
"The game is up," said the
venturer" target="_blank" title="n.冒险者">
adventurer,
finding no further chance
for
deception. "I played for high stakes, and I have lost the
game. I have one favor to ask. Will some one let my wife know
where I am?"
"Give me her address," said Paul, "and I will let her know."
"No. ---- Amity street. Ask her to come to the station-house to
see me."
"I will go at once."
"Thank you," said Mr. Montgomery; "as I am not to have the ring,
I don't know that I am sorry it has fallen into your hands. One
piece of advice I will
venture to offer you, my lad," he added,
smiling. "Beware of any
jewelers hailing from Syracuse. They
will cheat you, if you give them a chance."
"I will be on my guard," said Paul. "Can I do anything more for
you?"
"Nothing, thank you. I have a fast friend at my side, who will
look after me."
The officer smiled
grimly at the jest, and the two left the store
arm in arm.
"Do you still wish to sell this ring?" asked Mr. Tiffany,
addressing Paul.
"Yes, sir."
"I renew my offer of this morning. I will give you two hundred
and fifty dollars."
"I shall be glad to accept it."
The sale was quickly effected, and Paul left the store with what
seemed to him a fortune in his pocket
"Be careful not to lose your money," said Mr Preston.
"I should like to place a hundred and fifty dollars in your
hands," said Paul, turning to Mr. Preston.
"I will
willingly take care of it for you, and allow you interest
upon it."
The
transfer was made, and, carefully depositing the balance of
the money in his
pocketbook, our hero took leave of his friend
and sought the house in Amity street.
CHAPTER XXV
PAUL'S FINAL SUCCESS
Mrs. Montgomery
impatiently awaited the return of her husband.
Meanwhile she commenced packing the single trunk which answered
both for her husband and herself. She was getting tired of New
York, and
anxious to leave for Philadelphia, being
fearful lest
certain little transactions in which she and her husband had
taken part should become known to the police.
She had nearly completed her packing when Paul rang the doorbell.
The
summons was answered by the
landlady in person.
"Is Mrs. Montgomery at home?" asked Paul.
"No such lady lives here," was the answer.
It occurred to Paul as very possible that Mr. Montgomery might
pass under a
variety of names. He
accordingly said, "Perhaps I
have got the name wrong. The lady I mean is tall. I come with a
message from her husband, who is a stout man with black hair and
whiskers. He gave me this number."
"Perhaps you mean Mr. Grimsby. He and his wife live here."