"
"How much is it worth?"
"Mr. Tiffany offered two hundred and fifty dollars for it."
Barry uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"Well, that is what I call luck. Of course, you accepted it."
"I intend to do so; but I must bring some gentleman who will guarantee
that I am all right and have the right to sell it."
"Can you do that?"
"I think so! I am going to ask Mr. Preston. I think he will do me that
favor."
"Then there's a fair chance of your buying me out."
"Yes. I guess I can settle the whole thing up to-morrow."
"Have you got the ring with you?"
"Yes."
"I should like to see it, if you have no objection."
Paul drew it from his pocket, and passed it over to Barry.
"It's a handsome one, but who would think such a little thing could be
worth two hundred and fifty dollars?"
"I'd rather have the money than the ring."
"So would I."
On the right of Paul sat a man of about forty, well-dressed and
respectable in appearance, with a heavy gold chain ostentatiously
depending from his watch pocket, and with the air of a substantial
citizen. He listened to the conversation between Barry and Paul with
evident interest, and when Barry had returned the ring, he said:
"Young gentleman, would you be kind enough to let me look at your
ring? I am myself in business as a jeweler in Syracuse, and so feel an
interest in examining it.
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