When mother died, she gave me the ring, telling me to keep it always.

That is as much of the ring's history as is known to me." "And that is just enough to make the thing a decided mystery.

I have heard of magic rings used by East Indian fakirs and magicians.

Perhaps this is one of those rings." Frank smiled a bit, and shook his head.
"Hardly that, I think," he said.

"From its appearance, I should say this ring was made by some crude workman in the West." "In, that case, what can there be about it that is mysterious or valuable ?" "You have asked me something I cannot answer." "Let's look at the thing." Bart held out his hand, and Frank removed the ring from his finger, handing it over.
"It slips off altogether too easily," said Hodge.