“You have made a mistake, my good friend. I am an humble clergyman from Connecticut. I am called the Rev. Mr. Barnes. Should you ever visit Hayfield Centre, I shall be glad to receive a call from you.”
“When I last met you, you were a jeweler from Syracuse,” said Paul, bluntly.
Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily.
“My dear,” he said, turning to his wife, “is not this an excellent joke? My young friend here thinks he recognizes in me a jeweler from Syracuse.”
“Indeed, you are quite mistaken,” said the lady. “My husband is a country minister. We came up to the city this morning on a little business.”
“I understand on what business,” said Paul. “You wanted to dispose of a diamond ring.”
Mr. Montgomery was disposed to deny the charge, but a moment's reflection convinced him that it would be useless, as Paul had doubtless been informed in Ball & Black's of his business there. He decided to put on a bold front and admit it.
“I suppose you were in Ball & Black's just now,” he said.
“I was.”
“And so learned my business there? But I am at a loss to understand why you should be interested in the matter.”