  “Oh, Mr. Burton, sir. We didn’t know you were coming,” the store manager said feebly, while straightening out his tie. The old man replied, “Bring the Ritz out. The First Lady wants to have the ring immediately. I will personally be delivering it to her.” The store manager disappeared for a while then came back with a small black box. He handed the box to the old man, who stored the box in his jacket pocket. Mr. Burton nodded to the store manager then went out into the street and blended in with the five o’clock throng.
About a block away from Burton & Co., the old man turned to a tiny side-street. He removed his hat and released the smile he had been suppressing. After hastily combing his fingers through his thick black hair, Luke Lee emerged from the side-street and headed straight to the restaurant where his best girl was waiting with a look of expectation on her face. 
