"It is a pity you should have to pawn your aunt's diamonds, and such diamonds!" chuckled the pawnbroker.
But Mr. Schuyler had already left the shop, and was hurrying along the avenue to another of the same class at which he had occasionally had dealings.
CHAPTER XII.
MR. SCHUYLER HAS A BAD TIME.
"I shall have to stay here till I am let out," thought Mark.
He didn't worry particularly, as he knew that even if the rings were kept they would not involve his employer in any serious loss.
In about half an hour he heard steps ascending the stairs, then he heard a bolt shoved back, and he was not surprised when the young man, whose name he did not know, entered the room. He noted, not without amusement, that his face betrayed dissatisfaction.
"What does your aunt think of the rings?" asked Mark ingenuously.
"Look here, young fellow!" said Schuyler, sitting down and glaring at the messenger, "you've played a pretty trick on me!"