MR. RANDOLPH HAS A FIGHT WITH HIS CONSCIENCE.
Upon leaving the vaults Mr. Mitchel and the detective parted company, the former going down to Tiffany's where he left the ruby with instructions as to how he wished it set. On the following morning Wilson's report to Mr. Barnes stated that Mr. Mitchel had spent the afternoon at the Union League Club, and had accompanied his fiancée to a private ball in the evening.
On the morning of the 5th, as Mr. Mitchel was dressing, a card was brought to him which bore the name of his friend, Mr. Randolph, and that gentleman a few minutes later entered. Mr. Mitchel was cordial in his greeting and extended his hand, but Mr. Randolph refused it saying:
"Excuse me, Mitchel, but I have come to see you about that wager I was stupid enough to make with you."
"Well, what of it!"
"I did not suppose that you would go so far."
"So far as what?"
"Why haven't you read the papers?"
"No! I never do! I am above that class of literature."
"Then with your permission I will read one to you."