The door was opened by a tall woman, in rather neglected attire.
“Yes, my dear, home again. As the poet says, 'There is no place like home.'”
“I should hope there wasn't,” said Mrs. Montgomery, looking about her disdainfully. “A very delightful home it makes with such a charming prospect of the back yard. I've been moping here all day.”
“You've found something to console you, I see,” said her husband, glancing at the table, on which might be seen a bottle of brandy, half-emptied, and a glass.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Montgomery; “I felt so bad I had to send out for something. It took every cent I had. And, by the way, Mrs. Flagg sent in her bill, this morning, for the last two weeks' board; she said she must have it.”
“My dear,” said Mr. Montgomery, “she shall have it.”
“You don't mean to say you've got the money, Tony!” exclaimed his wife, in surprise.
“No, I haven't got the money; but I've got what's just as good.”
“What do you say to this?” and Mr. Montgomery drew from his pocket the diamond ring, whose loss was so deeply felt by our hero.
“It was kindly presented me by a young man of the tender age of fifteen or thereabouts, who had no further use for it.”
“You did him out of it, that is. Tell me how you did it.”
Mr. Montgomery told the story. His wife listened with interest and appreciation.
“That was a smart operation, Tony,” she said.
It will be inferred, from the preceding conversation, that Mrs. Montgomery was not likely to be shocked by the lack of honesty in her husband. Her conscience was as elastic as his; and she was perfectly willing to help him spend his unlawful gains.
“How soon are you going to sell the ring?” she asked.
“I should like to dispose of it at once, Maria.”
“You will need to. Mrs. Flagg wants her bill paid at once.”
“I quite understand the necessity of promptness, my dear. Only, you know, one has to be cautious about disposing of articles obtained in this way.”
“You say you left the boy locked up. It seems to me, you'd better sell the ring before he has a chance to get out and interfere.”
“I don't know but you're right, my dear. Well, we'll get ready.”
“Yes; it will disarm suspicion if you are with me. I think I'll go as a country parson.”
“Country parsons are not apt to have diamond rings to dispose of.”