e did you get the
ring?"

"I've told you already."

"You said your grandmother left it to you; but I don't believe it."

"I can't help what you believe. Just hand it over."

"I have a strong suspicion, my young friend, that it is stolen."

"It's a lie!" said Sam, angrily.

"I'm not sure about that. I think I'll call a policeman."

Here Henry Martin interfered.

"Did you think it was stolen when you advanced money on it?" he
asked.

"Yes, I did," said the pawnbroker. "Your friend's story was too
thin."

"Then," said Henry, quietly, "you've got yourself into trouble. You
can be arrested for receiving stolen goods."

The pawnbroker turned pale. He knew very well that he was in a
dilemma.

"My friend didn't tell you the truth," continued Henry. "He found the
ring, and now he has found the owner. He wants to return it, and that
is why he is here. Unless you give it up, I will myself call a
policeman."

Henry's quiet, assured manner produced its effect. With great
reluctance the pawnbroker produced the ring, the charges were paid,
and the two boys retired triumphant.

CHAPTER IX.

RESTORING THE RING.

"Now," said Henry, "we had better go down to Wall Street and see the
advertiser at once. If we can restore the ring to-night we shall avoid
the risk of losing it."

"What makes you say we?" asked Sam, uneasily. "You don't expect any of
the reward, do you?"

"I only expect you to pay me back what you owe me, Sam. The ring was
found by you, and you are entitled to the reward."

Sam looked relieved.

"Of course I'll pay you all I owe you, as soon as I get the
twenty-five dollars," he said.

"Have you got the advertisement? Can you tell the name and number of
the advertiser?"

"Yes, his name is John Chester, and his office is at No. 49 Wall
Street."

"Good. We must go down directly, or he will be gone."

The boys hurried to the office, which was on the third floor of the
building. A young man, of eighteen or nineteen, was in sole
possession. It may be remarked, by the way, that Mr. Chester was a
lawyer, and this young man had just entered the office as student.

"That can't be Mr. Chester," said Henry, in a low voice, as the young
man turned upon their entrance, and fixed his eyes inquiringly upon
them.

"I'll ask," said Sam.

"Are you Mr. Chester?" he inquired.

The youth looked flattered at being mistaken for his employer.

"Mr. Chester has gone home," he answered, consequentially;