Preston, speaking for the first time. "I believe you know me,
Mr. Tiffany."
"I need no other assurance," said the jeweler, bowing. "Officer,
you may remove your prisoner."
"The game is up," said the adventurer, finding no further chance
for deception. "I played for high stakes, and I have lost the
game. I have one favor to ask. Will some one let my wife know
where I am?"
"Give me her address," said Paul, "and I will let her know."
"No. ---- Amity street. Ask her to come to the station-house to
see me."
"I will go at once."
"Thank you," said Mr. Montgomery; "as I am not to have the ring,
I don't know that I am sorry it has fallen into your hands. One
piece of advice I will venture to offer you, my lad," he added,
smiling. "Beware of any jewelers hailing from Syracuse. They
will cheat you, if you give them a chance."
"I will be on my guard," said Paul. "Can I do anything more for
you?"
"Nothing, thank you. I have a fast friend at my side, who will
look after me."
The officer smiled grimly at the jest, and the two left the store
arm in arm.
"Do you still wish to sell this ring?" asked Mr. Tiffany,
addressing Paul.
"Yes, sir."
"I renew my offer of this morning.
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