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."
"Probably that is the name," said Paul.
"I will give Mrs. Grimsby your message," returned the landlady, whose
curiosity was excited to learn something further about her boarders.
"Thank you," said Paul; "but it is necessary for me to see the lady
myself."
"Well, you can follow me, then," said the landlady, rather ungraciously.
She led the way upstairs, and knocked at the door of Mrs.
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