“Won't mother be astonished,” he thought, “at the price I got for the ring? I'm in luck this morning.”
When the stipulated time had passed, Paul rose from the bench on which he was seated, and walked to Lovejoy's Hotel, not far distant.
“Has Mr. Felix Montgomery a room here?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered the clerk. “Did you wish to see him?”
“Yes, sir.”
“He mentioned that a boy would call by appointment. Here, James, show this boy up to No. 237—Mr. Montgomery's room.”
A hotel servant appeared, and Paul followed him up several flights of stairs till they stood before No. 237.
“This is the room, sir,” said James. “Wait a minute, and I'll knock.”
In answer to the knock, Mr. Montgomery himself opened the door.
“Come in,” he said to Paul; “I was expecting you.”