"
"Most gentlemen complain of going up so far."
"It makes little difference to me."
At length they reached the room, and Mr. Montgomery entered.
"This will answer very well," he said, with a hasty glance about
him. "When my trunk comes, I want it sent up."
"Yes, sir."
"I believe that is all; you can go."
The servant retired and Mr. Felix Montgomery sat down upon the
bed.
"My little plot seems likely to succeed," he said to himself.
"I've been out of luck lately, but this boy's ring will give me a
lift. He can't suspect anything. He'll be sure to come."
Probably the reader has already suspected that Mr. Felix
Montgomery was not a jeweler from Syracuse, nor had he any claim
to the name under which he at present figured. He was a noted
confidence man, who lived by preying upon the community. His
appearance was in his favor, and it was his practice to assume
the dress and air of a respectable middle-aged citizen, as in the
present instance. The sight of the diamond ring had excited his
cupidity, and he had instantly formed the design of getting
possession of it, if possible. Thus far, his plan promised
success.
Meanwhile, Paul loitered away the time in the City Hall Park for
half an hour or more.
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