Tom started up town, and in due time reached the house on Forty-Seventh Street.
He rang the bell, and the door was opened by the hall boy already referred to.
"Is Mr. Schuyler at home?" asked Tom. "I've got a letter for him."
Mr. Schuyler, who was anxiously awaiting Mark's return, came out of a room to the left of the hall. When he saw Tom he looked disappointed.
"I was expecting a boy from Mr. Swan's jewelry store."
"That's where I come from."
"Did you bring the rings?" asked Schuyler eagerly.
"I don't know nothin' about no rings," answered Tom. "I've brought you a letter."
"Give it to me quick."
He opened the letter, and this is what he read with contracted brow.