"To let him see the ring?"
repeated the lady, in surprise.
"Yes. Here, my lad,"
taking the ring from his pocket, "this is
the ring. You will see at once that it is not yours."
"I see that it is mine," said Paul,
taking the proffered ring,
and preparing to go, astonished at his own good fortune in so
easily recovering it.
"Not so fast!" exclaimed Mr. Montgomery, seizing him by the
shoulder. "Help! Police!"
An officer had turned the corner just before, and it was this
that had suggested the trap. He came up quickly, and, looking
keenly from one to the other, inquired what was the matter.
"This boy has just purloined a ring from my wife," said Mr.
Montgomery. "Fortunately I caught him in the act."
"Give up the ring, you young scoundrel!" said the officer,
imposed upon by the
clerical appearance of the
adventurer.
"It is mine," said Paul.
"None of your gammon! Give up the ring, and come with me."
The ring was restored to Mr. Montgomery, who overwhelmed the
officer with a profusion of thanks.
"It is not a diamond, only an imitation," he said, "but my wife
values it as the gift of a friend. Don't be too hard on the boy.
He may not be so bad as he seems."
"I'll attend to him," said the
policeman,
emphatically. "I'll
learn him to rob ladies of rings in the street. Come along,
sir!"
Paul tried to explain matters, but no attention was paid to his
protestations. To his anger and mortification he saw the
swindler make off
triumphantly with the ring, while he, the
wronged owner, was arrested as a thief.
But at the station-house he had his
revenge. He was able to
prove to his captor that he had lodged information against Mr.
Montgomery, and the
policeman in turn was mortified to think how
readily he had been
imposed upon. Of course Paul was set free,
but the officer's blundering
interference seemed to render the
recovery of the ring more
doubtful than ever.
CHAPTER XXII
A MAN OF RESOURCES
"Well, that was a narrow escape," said Mr. Montgomery, with a
sigh of
relief. "I think I managed rather cleverly, eh?"
"I wanted to box the boys ears," said Mrs. Montgomery, sharply.
"It wouldn't have been in
character, my dear. Ha, ha!" he
laughed,
softly, "we
imposed upon the officer neatly. Our young
friend got rather the worst of it."
"Why don't you call things by their right names? He isn't much
of a friend."
"Names are of no
consequence, my dear."
"Well, what are you going to do next?" asked the lady, abruptly.
"About the ring?"
"Of course."
"I hardly know," said Mr. Montgomery, reflectively. "If it were
not for appearing too
anxious, I would go back to Ball & Black's
now that our young friend is
otherwise engaged, and can't
interrupt us."
"Suppose we go?"
"Well, you see, it might be considered rather soon for you to
recover from your fit. Besides, I don't know what stories this
boy may have thought fit to tell about us."
"He didn't have time to say anything."
"Perhaps you are right."
"We want to
dispose of the ring as soon as possible, and leave
the city."
"That is true. Well, if you say so, we will go back."
"It seems to me now is the best time. The boy will tell his
story to the officer and we may be inquired for."
"Then, my dear, I will follow your advice."
Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery turned, and directed their steps again
toward Broadway. The distance was short, and fifteen minutes had
scarcely elapsed since they left the store before they again
entered it. They made their way to the lower end of the store
and accosted the same clerk with whom they had before spoken.
"Is your wife better?" he asked.
"Much better, thank you. A turn in the air always relieves her,
and she is quite herself again. I have returned because it is
necessary for me to leave the city by the evening train, and my
time is,
therefore, short. Will you be kind enough to show the
ring to your
employer, and ask him if he will purchase?"
The clerk returned, and said that the firm would pay two hundred
and fifty dollars, but must be
assured of his right to
dispose of
it.
"Did you mention my name?" asked the
adventurer.
"I mentioned that you were a
clergyman. I could not remember the
name."
"The Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. I have
been
preaching" target="_blank" title="n.说教 a.说教的">
preaching there for--is it six or seven years, my dear?"
"Seven," said his wife.
"I should think that would be sufficient. You may mention that
to Mr. Ball or Mr. Black, if you please. I
presume after that he
will not be afraid to purchase."
Mr. Montgomery said this with an air of
conscious respectability
and high
standing, which might
readilyimpose upon strangers.
But, by bad luck, what he had said was heard by a person able to
confute him.
"Did you say you were from Hayfield Centre?" asked a gentleman,
standing a few feet distant.
"Yes," said Mr. Montgomery.
"I think you said your name was Barnes?"
"Yes, sir."
"And that you have been
preaching" target="_blank" title="n.说教 a.说教的">
preaching there for the last seven
years?"
"Yes, sir," answered Mr. Montgomery, but there was rather less
confidence in his tone. In fact he was
beginning to feel uneasy.
"It is very strange," said the other. "I have a sister living in
Hayfield Centre, and frequently visit the place myself, and so of
course know something of it. Yet I have never heard of any
clergyman named Barnes
preaching" target="_blank" title="n.说教 a.说教的">
preaching there."
Mr. Montgomery saw that things looked critical.
"You are
strangelymistaken, sir," he said. "However, I will not
press the sale. If you will return the ring (to the clerk) I
will
dispose of it elsewhere."
But the clerk's suspicions had been aroused by what had been
said.
"I will first speak to Mr. Ball," he said.
"There is no occasion to speak to him. I shall not sell the ring
to-day. To-morrow, I will come with witnesses whose testimony
will outweigh that of this gentleman, who I
suspect never was in
Hayfield Centre in his life. I will trouble you for the ring."
"I hope you don't intend to give it to him," said the gentleman.
"The
presumption is that, as he is masquerading, he has not come
by it honestly."
"I shall not deign to notice your insinuations," said Mr.
Montgomery, who concealed beneath a consequential tone his real
uneasiness. "The ring, if you please."
"Don't give it to him."
As the clerk seemed disinclined to
surrender the ring, Mr.
Montgomery said: "Young man, you will find it to be a serious
matter to
withhold my property."
"Perhaps I had better give it to him," said the clerk,
imposed
upon by the
adventurer's manner.
"Require him to prove property. If it is really his, he can
readily do this."
"My dear," said the Rev. Mr. Barnes, "we will leave the store."
"What, and leave the ring?"
"For the present. I will
invoke the aid of the police to save me
from being robbed in this
extraordinary manner."
He walked to the street door, accompanied by his wife. He was
deeply disappointed at the
failure of the sale, and would gladly
have wreaked
vengeance upon the stranger who had prevented it.
But he saw that his safety required an immediate
retreat. In
addition to his own
disappointment, he had to bear his wife's
censure.
"If you had the spirit of a man, Mr. Montgomery," she commenced,
"you wouldn't have given up that ring so easily. He had no
business to keep it."
"I would have called in a
policeman if I dared, but you know I am
not on the best of terms with these gentlemen."
"Are we to lose the ring, then?"
"I am afraid so, unless I can make them believe in the store that
I am really what I
pretend to be."
"Can't you do it?"
"Not very easily, unless stay, I have an idea. Do you see that
young man?"
He directed his wife's attention to a young man,
evidently fresh
from the country, who was approaching, staring open-eyed at the
unwonted sights of the city. He was dressed in a blue coat with
brass buttons, while his pantaloons, of a check pattern,
terminated rather higher up than was in
accordance with the
fashion.
"Yes, I see him," said Mrs. Montgomery. "What of him?"
"I am going to recover the ring through his help."
"I don't see how."
"You will see."
"How do you do?" said the
adventurer,
cordially, advancing to
the young man, and seizing his hand.
"Pretty smart," said the
countryman, looking surprised.
"Are your parents quite well?"
"They're so's to be around."
"When did you come to the city?"
"This mornin'."
"Do you stay any length of time?"
"I'm goin' back this afternoon."
"You didn't expect to meet me now, did you?" asked Mr.
Montgomery.
"I s'pose I'd orter know you," said the perplexed youth, "but I
can't think what your name is."
"What! Not know Mr. Barnes, the
minister of Hayfield Centre?
Don't you remember
hearing me
preach for your
minister?"
"Seems to me I do," answered the young man, persuading himself
that he ought to remember.
"Of course you do. Now, my young friend, I am very glad to have
met you."
"So am I," said the other, awkwardly.
"You can do me a favor, if you will."
"Of course, I will," said Jonathan, "if it's anything I can do."
"Yes, you will have no trouble about it. You see, I went into a
jeweler's near by to sell a
valuable ring, and they wanted to
make sure I was really a
minister, and not intending to cheat
them. If you will go in with me, and say that you have often
heard me
preach, and that I am the Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield
Centre, I won't mind paying you five dollars for your trouble."
"All right; I'll do it," said the
rustic,
considering that it
would be an
unusually easy way of earning few dollars.
"You'll remember the name, won't you?"
"Yes--Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre."
"That is right. The store is near by. Walk along with us, and
we will be there in five minutes."
CHAPTER XXIII
A NEW EXPEDIENT
"I believe your name is Peck?" said Mr. Montgomery, hazarding a
guess.
"No, it's Young, Ephraim Young."
"Of course it is. I remember now, but I am apt to forget names.