Paul.

"No such lady lives here," was the answer.

It occurred to Paul as very possible that Mr. Montgomery might pass
under a variety of names. He accordingly said, "Perhaps I have got the
name wrong. The lady I mean is tall. I come with a message from her
husband, who is a stout man with black hair and whiskers. He gave me
this number."

"Perhaps you mean Mr. Grimsby. He and his wife live here."

"Probably that is the name," said Paul.

"I will give Mrs. Grimsby your message," returned the landlady, whose
curiosity was excited to learn something further about her boarders.

"Thank you," said Paul; "but it is necessary for me to see the lady
myself."

"Well, you can follow me, then," said the landlady, rather ungraciously.

She led the way upstairs, and knocked at the door of Mrs. Grimsby, or
as we will still call her, Mrs. Montgomery, since that name is more
familiar to the reader, and she was as much entitled to the one as the
other.

Mrs. Montgomery opened the door, and regarded our hero suspiciously, for
her mode of life had taught her suspicion of strangers.

"Here's a boy that wants to see you," said the landlady.

"I come with a message from your husband," said Paul.

Mrs. Montgomery remembered Paul as the boy who was the real owner of the
diamond ring, and she eyed him with increased suspicion.

"Did my husband send you? When did you see him."

"Just now, at Tiffany's," answered Paul, significantly.

"What is his message?" asked Mrs. Montgomery, beginning to feel uneasy.

Paul glanced at the landlady, who, in the hope of gratifying her
curiosity, maintained her stand by his side.

"The message is private," he said.

"I suppose that means that I am in the way," remarked the landlady,
sharply. "I don't want to pry into anybody's secrets. Thank Heaven, I
haven't got any secrets of my own."

"Walk in, young man," said Mrs. Montgomery.

Paul entered the room, and she closed the door behind him. Meanwhile the
landlady, who had gone part way downstairs, retraced her steps, softly,
and put her ear to the keyhole. Her curiosity, naturally strong, had
been stimulated by Paul's intimation that there was a secret.

"Now," said Mrs. Montgomery, impatiently, "out with it! Why does my
husband send a message by you, instead of coming himself?"

"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 ro