“No, it is not,” said Paul, resolutely. “I don't believe one word of it. I recognize you in spite of your dress. You gave me chloroform this morning in a room in Lovejoy's Hotel, and when I was unconscious you made off with the ring which I expected to sell you. You had better return it, or I will call a policeman.”
“I am not the person you take me for,” said Felix Montgomery.
“You are the jeweler from Syracuse who swindled me out of my ring.”
“I never was a jeweler, and never lived in Syracuse,” said the adventurer, with entire truth.
“You may be right, but that is what you told me this morning.”
“I wish you would go away, and cease to annoy us,” said the lady, impatiently.
“I want my ring.”
“We have no ring of yours.”
“Show me the ring, and if it is not mine I will go away.”
“You are a very impudent fellow, upon my word,” said Mrs. Montgomery, sharply, “to accuse a gentleman like my husband of taking your ring. I don't believe you ever had one.”