CHAPTER XVII
MR. FELIX MONTGOMERY
Paul had an errand farther uptown, and, on leaving Tiffany's walked upas far as Twenty-third street. Feeling rather tired, he got on board aUniversity place car to return. They had accomplished, perhaps, half thedistance, when, to his surprise, George Barry entered the car.
"How do you happen to be here, at this time, Barry?" he asked. "Ithought you were attending to business."
"I closed up for a couple of hours, having an errand at home. Where haveyou been?"
"To Tiffany's."
"What, the jewelers?"
"Yes."
"To buy a diamond ring, I suppose," said Barry, jocosely.
"No--not to buy, but to sell one."
"You are joking," said his companion, incredulously.
"No, I am not. The ring belongs to my mother. I am trying to raise moneyenough on it to buy you out."
"I didn't know your mother was rich enough to indulge in such expensivejewelry."
"She isn't, and that's the reason I am trying to sell it."
"I mean, I didn't think she was ever rich enough."
"I'll explain it," said Paul. "The ring was found some time since inCentral Park. As no owner has ever appeared, though we advertised it, weconsider that it belongs to us."
"How much is it worth?"
"Mr. Tiffany offered two hundred and fifty dollars for it."
Barry uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"Well, that is what I call luck. Of course, you accepted it."
"I intend to do so; but I must bring some gentleman who will guaranteethat I am all right and have the right to sell it."
"Can you do that?"
"I think so! I am going to ask Mr. Preston. I think he will do me thatfavor."
"Then there's a fair chance of your buying me out."
"Yes. I guess I can settle the whole thing up to-morrow."
"Have you got the ring with you?"
"Yes."
"I should like to see it, if you have no objection."
Paul drew it from his pocket, and passed it over to Barry.
"It's a handsome one, but who would think such a little thing could beworth two hundred and fifty dollars?"
"I'd rather have the money than the ring."
"So would I."
On the right of Paul sat a man of about forty, well-dressed andrespectable in appearance, with a heavy gold chain ostentatiouslydepending from his watch pocket, and with the air of a substantialcitizen. He listened to the conversation between Barry and Paul withevident interest, and when Barry had returned the ring, he said:
"Young gentleman, would you be kind enough to let me look at yourring? I am myself in business as a jeweler in Syracuse, and so feel aninterest in examining it."
"Certainly, sir," said Paul, the stranger's explanation of his motivesinspiring him with perfect confidence.
The jeweler from Syracuse took the ring in his hands and appeared toexamine it carefully.
"This is a handsome ring," he said, "and one of great value. How muchwere you offered for it at Tiffany's?"
"Two hundred and fifty dollars."
"It is worth more."
"Yes, I suppose so," said Paul; "but he has to sell it, and make aprofit."
"He could do that, and yet make a profit. I will pay you two hundred andseventy-five dollars, myself--that is, on one condition."
"I don't object to getting twenty-five dollars more," said Paul. "Whatis the condition?"
"I have an order from a gentleman for a diamond ring for a younglady--an engagement ring, in short. If this suits him, as I think itwill, I will pay you what I said. I can easily get three hundred andtwenty-five from him."
"How are you going to find out whether it will suit him?"
"Easily. He is stopping at the same hotel with me."
"What hotel is that?"
"Lovejoy's. If you can spare the time and will come with me now, wecan arrange matters at once. By the way, you can refer me to someresponsible citizen, who will guarantee you. Not, of course, that I haveany doubts, but we business men are forced to be cautious."
Paul mentioned Mr. Preston's name.
"Quite satisfactory," answered the jeweler. "I know Mr. Prestonpersonally, and as I am pressed for time, I will accept his name withoutcalling upon him. What is your name?"
"Paul Hoffman."
"I will note it down."
The gentleman from Syracuse drew out a memorandum book, in which heentered Paul's name.
"When you see Mr. Preston, just mention my name; Felix Montgomery."
"I will do so."
"Say, if you please, that I would have called upon him, but, coming tothe city strictly on business, was too hurried to do so."
This also Paul promised, and counted himself fortunate in falling inwith a friend, or, at all events, acquaintance of Mr. Preston, since hewas likely to make twenty-five dollars more than he would otherwise havedone.
When he got out of the car at the Astor House, the stranger said:
"It will be half an hour before I can reach Lovejoy's, as I have abusiness call to make first. Can you call there, say, in three-quartersof an hour?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very well, then, I will expect you. Inquire for me at the desk, and askthe servant to conduct you to my room--you remember my name?"
"Yes, sir--Mr. Felix Montgomery."
"Quite right. Good-by, then, till we meet."
Mr. Felix Montgomery went into the Astor House, and remained about fiveminutes. He then came out on the steps, and, looking about him to seeif Paul was anywhere near, descended the steps, and walked across toLovejoy's Hotel. Going up to the desk, he inquired:
"Can you accommodate me with a room?"
"Yes, sir; please enter your name."
The stranger entered his name with a flourish, as Felix Montgomery,Syracuse.
"Room No. 237," said the clerk; "will you go up now?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Any luggage?"
"My trunk will be brought from the St. Nicholas in the course of theafternoon."
"We require payment in advance where there is no luggage."
"Very well. I will pay for one day. I am not sure but I shall getthrough my business in time to go away to-morrow."
Here the servant appeared to conduct Mr. Montgomery to his room.
"By the way," he said, turning back, as if it were an afterthought, "Idirected a boy to call here for me in about half an hour. When he comesyou may send him up to my room."
"Very well, sir."
Mr. Montgomery followed the servant upstairs to room No. 237. It wasrather high up, but he seemed well pleased that this was the case.
"Hope you won't get tired of climbing, sir," said the servant.
"No--I've got pretty good wind."
"Most gentlemen complain of going up so far."
"It makes little difference to me."
At length they reached the room, and Mr. Montgomery entered.
"This will answer very well," he said, with a hasty glance about him."When my trunk comes, I want it sent up."
"Yes, sir."
"I believe that is all; you can go."
The servant retired and Mr. Felix Montgomery sat down upon the bed.
"My little plot seems likely to succeed," he said to himself. "I've beenout of luck lately, but this boy's ring will give me a lift. He can'tsuspect anything. He'll be sure to come."
Probably the reader has already suspected that Mr. Felix Montgomerywas not a jeweler from Syracuse, nor had he any claim to the name underwhich he at present figured. He was a noted confidence man, who lived bypreying upon the community. His appearance was in his favor, and it washis practice to assume the dress and air of a respectable middle-agedcitizen, as in the present instance. The sight of the diamond ring hadexcited his cupidity, and he had instantly formed the design of gettingpossession of it, if possible. Thus far, his plan promised success.
Meanwhile, Paul
loitered away the time in the City Hall Park for halfan hour or more. He did not care to go home until his negotiation wascomplete, and he could report the ring sold, and carry home the money.
"Won't mother be astonished," he thought, "at the price I got for thering? I'm in luck this morning."
When the stipulated time had passed, Paul rose from the bench on whichhe was seated, and walked to Lovejoy's Hotel, not far distant.
"Has Mr. Felix Montgomery a room here?" he asked.
"Yes," answered the clerk. "Did you wish to see him?"
"Yes, sir."
"He mentioned that a boy would call by appointment. Here, James, showthis boy up to No. 237--Mr. Montgomery's room."
A hotel servant appeared, and Paul followed him up several flights ofstairs till they stood before No. 237.
"This is the room, sir," said James. "Wait a minute, and I'll knock."
In answer to the knock, Mr. Montgomery himself opened the door.
"Come in," he said to Paul; "I was expecting you."
So Paul, not suspecting treachery, entered No. 237.