"He's quite welcome to the use of the room till
to-morrow morning. It's paid for in advance, and I don't think I
shall find it convenient to stop there."
He took the ring from his vest pocket and glanced at it
furtively.
"It's a beauty," he murmured, complacently. "I never saw a
handsomer ring of the size. What was it the boy said he was
offered for it? Two hundred and fifty dollars! That'll give me
a lift, and it doesn't come any too soon. My money is pretty
low."
He walked across the City Hall Park, and at Barclay street
entered a University place car.
"Evenin' paper, mister?" said a ragged newsboy, whose garments
were constructed on the most approved system of ventilation.
"What have you got?"
"Evenin' Post, Mail, Express!"
"Give me an Express. Here's ten cents."
"I haven't got but three cents change, mister."
"Never mind the change," said Mr. Montgomery, in a fit of
temporary generosity, occasioned by his good luck.
"Thank you, sir," said the newsboy, regarding Mr. Montgomery as a
philanthropist worthy of his veneration.
Felix Montgomery leaned back in his seat, and, with a benevolent
smile, ran his eyes over the columns of the Express. Among the
paragraphs which attracted his attention was one relating to a
comrade, of similar profession, who had just been arrested in
Albany while in the act of relieving a gentleman of his
pocketbook.
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