"It really has a story.
You say you found this on the Bowery, in a pawnshop. Indeed! Well, of
course, you know Mr. Lockwood could not have left it there."
Miss Catherwaight shook her head vehemently and smiled in deprecation.
"This medal was in his safe when he lived on Thirty-fifth Street at
the time he was robbed, and the burglars took this with the rest of
the silver and pawned it, I suppose. Mr. Lockwood would have given
more for it than any one else could have afforded to pay." He paused a
moment, and then continued more rapidly: "Henry Burgoyne is Judge
Burgoyne. Ah! you didn't guess that? Yes, Mr. Lockwood and he were
friends when they were boys. They went to school in Westchester
County. They were Damon and Pythias and that sort of thing. They
roomed together at the State college and started to practise law in
Tuckahoe as a firm, but they made nothing of it, and came on to New
York and began reading law again with Fuller & Mowbray. It was while
they were at school that they had these medals made. There was a mate
to this, you know; Judge Burgoyne had it. Well, they continued to live
and work together. They were both orphans and dependent on themselves.
I suppose that was one of the strongest bonds between them; and they
knew no one in New York, and always spent their spare time together.
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