“I will be on my guard,” said Paul. “Can I do anything more for you?”
“Nothing, thank you. I have a fast friend at my side, who will look after me.”
The officer smiled grimly at the jest, and the two left the store arm in arm.
“Do you still wish to sell this ring?” asked Mr. Tiffany, addressing Paul.
“Yes, sir.”
“I renew my offer of this morning. I will give you two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“I shall be glad to accept it.”
The sale was quickly effected, and Paul left the store with what seemed to him a fortune in his pocket.
“Be careful not to lose your money,” said Mr Preston.
“I should like to place a hundred and fifty dollars in your hands,” said Paul, turning to Mr. Preston.