"All right! You can show them to me."
Mark's suspicions were aroused and he felt that he had need of all his shrewdness. He was very glad now that the diamonds were paste and the rings of little value.
"Excuse me," he said, "but I was told to deliver the rings to Mrs. Philip Montgomery.
"Yes, that's all right. Mrs. Montgomery is my aunt."
"I should like to see her," persisted Mark.
"Come, boy, you're too fresh. It'll be all the same if you hand the rings to me."
"I don't think so. Isn't Mrs. Montgomery at home?"
"Yes, but she has a severe headache and cannot see you at present."
"Then perhaps I had better call again."
"No you don't. I am a gentleman and won't permit you to insult me."