I will come back in a day or two."
Paul took the ring, and left the store. He determined to call that
evening on Mr. Preston, and ask the favor indicated.
CHAPTER XVII
MR. FELIX MONTGOMERY
Paul had an errand farther uptown, and, on leaving Tiffany's walked up
as far as Twenty-third street. Feeling rather tired, he got on board a
University place car to return. They had accomplished, perhaps, half the
distance, when, to his surprise, George Barry entered the car.
"How do you happen to be here, at this time, Barry?" he asked. "I
thought you were attending to business."
"I closed up for a couple of hours, having an errand at home. Where have
you been?"
"To Tiffany's."
"What, the jewelers?"
"Yes."
"To buy a diamond ring, I suppose," said Barry, jocosely.
"No--not to buy, but to sell one."
"You are joking," said his companion, incredulously.
"No, I am not. The ring belongs to my mother. I am trying to raise money
enough on it to buy you out."
"I didn't know your mother was rich enough to indulge in such expensive
jewelry."
"She isn't, and that's the reason I am trying to sell it."
"I mean, I didn't think she was ever rich enough."
"I'll explain it," said Paul. "The ring was found some time since in
Central Park. As no owner has ever appeared, though we advertised it, we
consider that it belongs to us.
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