“He can't come himself.”
“Why can't he?”
“I am sorry to say that I am the bearer of bad news,” said Paul, gravely. “Your husband has been arrested for robbing me of a diamond ring.”
“Where is he?” demanded Mrs. Montgomery, not so much excited or overcome as she would have been had this been the first time her husband had fallen into the clutches of the law.
“At the street station-house. He wants you to come and see him.”
“Have you got the ring back?”
“Yes.”
Mrs. Montgomery was sorry to hear it. She hoped her husband might be able to secrete it, in which case he would pass it over to her to dispose of. Now she was rather awkwardly situated, being without money, or the means of making any.
“I will go,” she said.
Paul, who was sitting next to the door, opened it suddenly, with unexpected effort, for the landlady, whose ear was fast to the keyhole, staggered into the room involuntarily.