Seeking for him in a city containing hundreds of
streets and millions of inhabitants was about as discouraging as
hunting for a needle in a haystack. But difficult as it was,
Paul was by no means ready to give up the search. Indeed,
besides the regret he felt at the loss, he was mortified at
having been so easily outwitted.
"He's taken me in just as if I was a country boy," thought Paul.
"I dare say he's laughing at me now. I'd like to get even with
him."
Finally he decided to go to Tiffany's, and ask them to detain any
one who might bring in the ring and offer it for sale. He at
once acted upon this thought, and, hailing a Broadway stage, for
no time was to be lost, soon reached his destination. Entering
the store, he walked up to the counter and addressed the clerk to
whom he had before shown the ring.
"Do you remember my offering you a diamond ring for sale this
morning?" he asked.
"Yes, I remember it very well. Have you got it with you?"
"No, it has been stolen from me."
"Indeed! How was that?" asked the clerk, with interest.
"I met in the cars a well-dressed man, who called himself a
jeweler from Syracuse. He examined the ring, and offered me more
than Mr.
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