"
"If you will give me your address, we will notify you in case the ring
is brought in."
Paul left his address, and went out of the store, feeling that he had
taken one step toward the recovery of his treasure. He next visited the
police headquarters, and left a detailed description of the man who had
relieved him of the ring and of the circumstances attending the robbery.
Then he went home.
His mother looked up as he entered.
"Well, Paul?" she said, inquiringly.
"I've got bad news, mother," he said.
"What is it? Tell me quick!" she said, nervously.
"The ring has been stolen from me."
"How did it happen, Paul?"
"First, I must tell you how much the ring is worth. I went up to
Tiffany's, and showed the ring to Mr. Tiffany himself. He told me
that he would give me two hundred and fifty dollars for it, if I would
satisfy him that I had a right to sell it."
"Two hundred and fifty dollars!" repeated Mrs. Hoffman, in amazement.
"Yes, the diamond is very large and pure."
"Two hundred and fifty dollars would be a great help to us."
"Yes, mother, that is what makes me feel so bad about being swindled out
of it."
"Tell me how it happened. Is there no chance of recovering it?"
"A little. I shall do what I can. I have already notified the police,
and Mr. Tiffany."
"You have not told me yet how you lost it."
When Paul had told the story, his mother asked, "Did you mention it in
the cars that you had offered it at Tiffany's?"
"Yes, and I mentioned his offer.
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