Montgomery, decidedly.
"Right, my dear. We must get the sinews of war somewhere.
Richard will never be himself again till his pocketbook is lined
with greenbacks. At present, who steals my purse steals trash."
"Suppose you try Tiffany's?"
"The ring has already been offered there. They might remember
it."
"If they do, say that he is your son."
"A good thought," answered the husband. "I will act upon it.
But, on the whole, I'll doff this disguise, and assume my
ordinary garments. This time, my dear, I shall not need your
assistance."
"Well, the sooner it's done the better. That's all I have to
say."
"As soon as possible."
Mr. Montgomery returned to his lodgings in Amity street, and,
taking off his clerical garb, appeared in the garb in which we
first made his acquaintance. The change was very speedily
effected.
"Wish me good luck, Mrs. M.," he said, as he opened the door. "I
am going to make another attempt."
"Good luck to you, Tony! Come back soon."
"As soon as my business is completed. If I get the money, we
will leave for Philadelphia this evening. You may as well be
packing up."
"I am afraid the landlady won't let us carry away our baggage
unless we pay our bill.
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