"I"ve changed my mind," he said. "I"ll keep the ring. Just give it back to me."
CHAPTER XVI
THE JEWELER"S PRICE
But to give it back was not Eliakim"s intention. Should he buy it at twenty dollars, he would make at least two hundred, and such bargains were not to be had every day. He decided to give Paul his price.
"I will give you twenty dollars," he said; "but it is more than the ring is worth."
"I have concluded not to take twenty dollars," said Paul. "You may give it back."
"You agreed to take twenty dollars," said Eliakim, angrily.
"That was when I first came in. You said you wouldn"t give it."
"I have changed my mind."
"So have I," said Paul. "You had a chance to get it, but now it"s too late."
Eliakim was deeply disappointed. Generally he had his own way with his customers, who, being in urgent need of money, were obliged to accept such terms as he chose to offer. But now the tables were turned, and Paul proved more than a match for him. He resolved to attempt intimidation.
"Boy, where did you get this ring?" he asked, in a significant tone.
"Honestly," said Paul. "That"s all you need to know."
"I don"t believe it," said the old man, harshly. "I believe you stole it."
"You may believe what you like, but you must give it back to me," said Paul, coolly.
"I"ve a great mind to call a policeman," said Eliakim.
"If you did," said Paul, "I"d tell him that you were anxious to get the ring, though you believed it to be stolen. Perhaps he might have something to say to you."
Eliakim perceived the force of Paul"s argument, for in law the receiver of stolen goods is as bad as the thief, and there had been occasions when the p.a.w.nbroker had narrowly escaped punishment for thus indirectly conniving at theft.
"If you say you got it honestly, I"ll buy it of you," he said, changing his tune. "What will you take?"
"I don"t care about selling to-day," answered Paul.
"I"ll give you twenty-five dollars."
"I can"t sell without consulting my mother. It belongs to her."
Reluctantly Eliakim gave back the ring, finding his wiles of no effect.
"Bring your mother round to-morrow," he said. "I"ll give you a better price than you will get anywhere else."
"All right," said Paul. "I"ll tell her what you say."
The old p.a.w.nbroker followed Paul with wistful glances, vainly wishing that he had not at first depreciated the ring to such an extent, that his subsequent advances had evidently excited his customer"s suspicion that it was more valuable than he supposed. He felt that he had lost it through not understanding the character of the boy with whom he had to deal.
"Well, Paul, what news of the ring?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, as he re-entered the room.
"I was offered twenty-five dollars for it," said Paul.
"Did you sell it?"
"No, mother."
"Why not?" asked Jimmy. "Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money."
"I know it," said Paul; "but the ring is worth a great deal more."
"What makes you think so, Paul?"
"Because the offer was made by a p.a.w.nbroker, who never pays quarter what an article is worth. I am sure the ring is worth a hundred dollars."
"Yes, I am sure it is worth all that."
"A hundred dollars!" repeated Jimmy, awestruck at the magnitude of the sum.
"What shall we do about it, Paul?" asked his mother. "A hundred dollars will do us more good than the ring."
"I know that, mother. What I propose is, to carry it to Ball & Black"s, or Tiffany"s, and sell it for whatever they say it is worth. They are first-cla.s.s houses, and we can depend upon fair treatment."
"Your advice is good, Paul. I think we will follow it. When will you go?"
"I will go at once. I have nothing else to do, and I would like to find out as soon as I can how much it will bring. Old Henderson wanted me to think, at first, that it was only imitation, and offered me twenty shillings on it. He"s an old cheat. When he found that I wasn"t to be humbugged, he raised his offer by degrees to twenty-five dollars. That was what made me suspect its value."
"If you get a hundred dollars, Paul," said Jimmy, "you can buy out the stand."
"That depends on whether mother will lend me the money," said Paul. "You know it"s hers. She may not be willing to lend without security."
"I am so unaccustomed to being a capitalist," said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling, "that I shan"t know how to sustain the character. I don"t think I shall be afraid to trust you, Paul."
Once more, with the ring carefully wrapped in a paper and deposited in his pocketbook, Paul started uptown. Tiffany, whose fame as a jeweler is world-wide, was located on Broadway. He had not yet removed to his present magnificent store on Union Square.
Paul knew the store, but had never entered it. Now, as he entered, he was struck with astonishment at the sight of the immense and costly stock, unrivaled by any similar establishment, not only in the United States, but in Europe. Our hero walked up to the counter, and stood beside a richly-dressed lady who was bargaining for a costly bracelet.
He had to wait ten minutes while the lady was making her choice from a number submitted to her for inspection. Finally she selected one, and paid for it. The clerk, now being at leisure, turned to our hero and asked:--
"Well, young man, what can I do for you?"
"I have a ring which I should like to show you. I want to know how much it is worth."
"Very well. Let me see it."
When Paul produced the diamond ring, the clerk, who had long been in the business, and perceived its value at once, started in surprise.