Part 50 (1/2)

”Most certainly, sir,” Mr. Rosenbaum replied, and, in compliance with the request, handed to Mr. Mannering the gem which the latter had himself disposed of less than three months before in one of the large Western cities. Nothing could escape the piercing eyes now fastened upon that face with its strange pallor, its swiftly changing expression. Unconscious of this scrutiny, Mr. Mannering regarded the gem silently, then removed his gla.s.ses for a closer inspection. Having satisfied his curiosity, he returned the stone to Mr. Rosenbaum, and as he did so, found the eyes of the latter fixed not upon the gem, but upon his own face. Something in their glance seemed to disconcert him for an instant, but he quickly recovered himself, and, replacing the colored gla.s.ses, remarked with a forced composure,--

”That is a magnificent stone. May I ask when and where you found it?”

”I picked it up in one of your cities some three months ago, maybe, more or less.”

”You bought it in this country, then? Why may you not expect to match it here?”

”Simply on the theory, my dear sir, that the lightning never strikes twice in the same place.”

”Well, sir,” said Mr. Mannering, calmly, ”I will show you a stone so perfect a match for that, you yourself could not distinguish between the two.”

”You have such a diamond!” Mr. Rosenbaum exclaimed; ”why then are you wasting time with these?” and he pushed the smaller diamonds from him with a gesture of contempt. ”Why did you not produce it in the first place?”

”Because,” replied Mr. Mannering, his composure now fully restored, ”I do not propose to produce it until I know somewhere near what you will give for it.”

”My dear sir,” Mr. Rosenbaum's tones became eager, ”as I have already told you, if I can match this stone,” placing it on the table between them, ”I will pay you a small fortune; money would be no object; you could have your own price.”

Without further words, Mr. Mannering drew forth a small package, which he carefully opened, and, taking therefrom an exact duplicate of the wonderful gem, placed it upon the table beside the latter.

With a smile which the other did not see, Mr. Rosenbaum bent his head to examine the stones; he had recognized his man in the brief instant that their eyes had met, and now, within his grasp, lay, as he well knew from the description which he carried, two of the finest diamonds in the famous Mainwaring collection of jewels, stolen less than six months before; his triumph was almost complete.

Meanwhile, Mr. Johnson, who had overheard much of their conversation, was congratulating himself upon the near success of his own schemes, when the officiousness of a waiter overthrew the plans of all parties and produced the greatest confusion. Catching sight of the gentleman waiting in No. 4, he ignored the cas.h.i.+er's instructions and entered the box to take his order. Mr. Johnson's reply, low and brief though it was, caught the quick ear of Mr. Rosenbaum, who muttered under his breath,--

”The hoodoo! confound him!”

At the same instant a draught lifted the curtain to NO. 3, revealing to the astonished Mannering a view of Mr. Johnson's profile in the opposite box. His own face grew white as the table-cloth before him; he reached wildly for the diamond, but both gems were gone, and Rosenbaum confronted him with a most sinister expression.

”My diamond!” he gasped.

”The diamonds are safe,” replied the other in a low tone, ”and you,”

addressing Mannering by his true name, ”the more quiet you are just now the better.”

The elder man's face grew livid with rage and fear, and, rising suddenly to his feet, his tall form towered far above Rosenbaum.

”Wretch!” he hissed, with an oath, ”you have betrayed me, curse you!”

and, dealing the smaller man a blow which floored him, he rushed from the box.

In an instant Rosenbaum staggered to his feet, and, pausing only long enough to make sure of the safety of the jewels, rushed from the cafe, reaching the street just in time to see his man jump into a cab, which whirled swiftly and started down the street at break-neck speed. Two cabmen, talking at a short distance, hurried to the scene, and, calling one of them, Mr. Rosenbaum hastily took a second cab and started in pursuit of the first, but not before he had caught a glimpse of Mr. Johnson making active preparations to follow them both.

”Hang that fellow!” he muttered, as he heard wheels behind him.

”This is the third time he has spoiled the game; but I've got the winning hand, and he'll not beat me out of it!”

By this time the first cab, having turned a corner a short distance ahead, was out of sight, but Rosenbaum, convinced from the direction taken of its destination, and knowing a more direct route, shouted to the driver what streets to follow, and to come out upon the alley near No. 545 Jefferson Street.

”The old fellow will think I've lost the trail when he finds he's not followed,” he soliloquized, amid the joltings of the vehicle, ”and maybe it will throw the hoodoo off the track.”

But Mr. Johnson had no intention of being thrown off. He had seen cab No. 2 a take a different course, and, having lost sight of No. 1, decided that a bird in the hand would be worth two in the bush, and that he would follow up the ”pal.”