“My dear,” interposed her husband, mildly, “I dare say my young friend here really thinks we have his ring. Of course it is a great mistake. Imagine what our friends in Hayfield Centre would think of such a charge! But you must remember that he is unacquainted with my standing in the community. In order to satisfy his mind, I am willing to let him see the ring.”
“To let him see the ring?” repeated the lady, in surprise.
“Yes. Here, my lad,” taking the ring from his pocket, “this is the ring. You will see at once that it is not yours.”
“I see that it is mine,” said Paul, taking the proffered ring, and preparing to go, astonished at his own good fortune in so easily recovering it.
“Not so fast!” exclaimed Mr. Montgomery, seizing him by the shoulder. “Help! Police!”
An officer had turned the corner just before, and it was this that had suggested the trap. He came up quickly, and, looking keenly from one to the other, inquired what was the matter.
“This boy has just purloined a ring from my wife,” said Mr. Montgomery. “Fortunately I caught him in the act.”
“Give up the ring, you young scoundrel!” said the officer, imposed upon by the clerical appearance of the adventurer.
“It is mine,” said Paul.
“None of your gammon! Give up the ring, and come with me.”