Albertson left the store of the auctioneers, and called upon the jewelers.
“Was there a young lady here to-day, with a diamond breast-pin, two gold watches, and some other articles, that she wished to sell?” he asked, after passing a few words with Milford.
“There was. Why? Do you know any thing about them?”
“Nothing in particular. Did you buy them?”
“No. I’m not in the habit of doing such things. But I told her I would sell them for her. Here they are;” and the jeweler pointed to a part of his show-case where he had deposited them. “That diamond breast-pin is worth every cent of five hundred dollars. I wonder if she came by them fairly.”
“You may set your heart at rest on that subject. I’ll be surety in the case.”
“You know her, then?”
“I think I do.”
“Who is she?”
“At present I don’t know that her name need be mentioned.”