“It was a clergyman from Connecticut, who wished to sell a diamond ring, given to him for charitable purposes. His wife was taken suddenly sick. He will bring it back to-morrow.”
“Was the ring a valuable one?”
“It must be worth in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars.”
Paul listened to this explanation, and a sudden light flashed upon him, as he heard the estimated value of the ring. There had been something familiar in the appearance of the adventurer, though, on account of his successful disguise and his being accompanied by a lady, he had not before felt any suspicion as to his identity with the man who had swindled him. Now he felt convinced that it was Mr. Felix Montgomery, and that it was his own appearance which had led to the sudden sickness and the precipitate departure.
“That trick won't work, Mr. Montgomery,” he said to himself. “I've got on your track sooner than I anticipated, and I mean to follow you up.”
Reaching the sidewalk, he caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery just turning the corner of a side street. The pair supposed they were safe, not thinking that our hero had recognized them, and the lady no longer exhibited illness, and was walking briskly at her husband's side. Paul hurried up and tapped the adventurer on the shoulder. Mr. Montgomery, turning, was annoyed on finding that he had not yet escaped. He determined, however, to stick to his false character, and deny all knowledge of the morning's transaction.
“Well, my young friend,” he said, “do you want me? I believe I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance.”
“You are mistaken there, Mr. Felix Montgomery,” said Paul, significantly.
“By what name did you address me?” said the swindler, assuming a tone of surprise.
“I addressed you as Mr. Felix Montgomery.”