Thus, when Lanagan, drifting indolently with the matinée throngs4 down Powell street, stopped to hold confab with “Kid” Monahan, that now retired5 King of the pickpockets6, it was natural enough that he should remark on a stick-pin of odd design that replaced the accustomed three-carat in the “King’s” silk cravat7. Gentry8 who lived by their wits and other people’s wealth, affect stones of much size. Some policemen wear them, too.
It was natural enough, that the “King,” proverbially generous, noticing the glance of interest, should say, “Here, wear it,” and with a motion as quick[Pg 122] and as deft9 as a hummingbird’s flit, transfer the pin from his tie to that of the newspaper man.
It was then for Lanagan to observe, dryly:
“Your title is certainly earned,” as he extracted the pin and offered it back. “But this being a pin of very unusual design, I am afraid I might not be able to wear it as gracefully10 while awaiting the possible appearance of its owner, as can you. Further, that little exhibition of refined ‘touch’ you just gave, excites some grave suspicions that you are back at your old tricks.”
The one-time King knew Lanagan’s outspoken12 ways. Further he knew perfectly14 that, while the police accepted his declaration, since his last time out, of fealty15 to the law, he was a two-timer. The police were using him, or thought they were, as a “stool;” Lanagan did not think so.
“If it hadn’t been for what Lombroso classified as the ‘criminal lobe,’ I might really believe you had reformed,” Lanagan had told him once. “But in view of the lynx-like quality of your ears to be all top and no bottom, I am afraid the stamp of an extremely low moral resistance is indelibly upon you.”
And Monahan had only grinned then as now, in his ingenuous16 way, uncomprehending, and exalted17 Lanagan a notch18 or two. For some minor19 favour in times gone past, Lanagan had earned and held steadfastly20 the King’s unswerving loyalty21; not an insignificant22 asset for a police reporter.
[Pg 123]“Jack,” said the King in pained sincerity23, “I’m not passing you no chance. Got it down at Small’s. Was shoved for a finner and I took it out of curiosity. Funny sticker, ain’t it? If anybody does make you though, why of course, hand it over. I like my old spark better anyhow.”
Small, be it said, was probably the thriftiest24 and crookedest fence inside the county, with the headquarters men on the pawnbroker25 detail taking orders—and percentages—from him, as faithfully as they reported to their captain of detectives. With another of those flits, the King placed back in his own necktie his customary brilliant, taken from his vest pocket. Before Lanagan could offer the other pin back the second time, his companion had left. Lanagan examined the pin critically.
It was a “funny sticker,” round, of gold and the size and thickness of a quarter. The back was plain, fitted with a patent clasp. On the face was a delicate relief of two eagles, heads out. An eye, a ruby26 for an iris27, was in the exact centre. Below the eye were two clasped hands and above, two crossed swords. Woven around the entire design was what he at first took to be a snake, but discovered, on closer scrutiny28, to be a rope. It was a delicate and unusual product of the goldsmith’s art.
Lanagan puzzled over it for an hour and then concluded:
“Russian, from the eagles; emblem29 of a secret[Pg 124] order, evidently, from the eye; the clasped hands to signify that an oath has been taken and the axe30 or the rope is the headsman, or the hangman, for a breach31 of faith. That sounds plausible32. But what particular society does it represent?”
He placed it in his tie and was recalling what he had read about Russian secret societies, when he was bumped violently by a short, swarthy individual who had, unknown to him, been following. As Lanagan straightened up he caught a quick flash, as of a message of tacit understanding, in the other’s eyes, as he gazed straight at the pin. In another moment a black flat wallet, thin and oblong, had been slipped adroitly34 into his inside coat pocket; a word which sounded like “scoraya” had been whispered in his ear, and the singular stranger had departed to the street to jump aboard a passing car, and disappear toward the ferry.
Lanagan made it a rule to be surprised at nothing, to accept nothing as coincidence not proved so, and to ignore no trifles. He was interested; highly interested, and he wanted to know what “scoraya” meant. That there was a connection between the pin and the wallet was, to him, clear. Possibly “scoraya” might help him.
In Fogarty’s back room, hard by police headquarters, he found Petroff, Russian interpreter in the police courts.
“What does a word that sounds like ‘scoraya’ mean?” he asked.
[Pg 125]“It means ‘hurry,’ ‘at once,’ or any such meaning. It is what you Americans say, ‘get a move on,’” said Petroff.
Sitting apart Lanagan unfastened the black sealskin wallet and drew out a single sheet of paper, encased in a protection of oiled skin. There were written on the paper in a bold, strong hand, an even dozen words; words that sent his breath whistling through his teeth. It was in English, plain, clear, and signed by a name that gave even the imperturbable35 Lanagan a mighty36 start.
“Undoubtedly37,” mused38 Lanagan, “they either have a system believed infallible, or they are mighty reckless of State secrets—and they are not reckless. Therefore the system has slipped a cog, and I am the anointed bearer of the message of His Serene39 Majesty40, Nicholas. I appear to be on the knees of the gods,” he went on, as he wandered the streets, perplexed41. “It’s possible, barely possible, that I am tangled42 in some monumental hoax43. But I don’t believe it. If I don’t miss my guess I will be giving the austere44 Mr. Sampson, damned of all men of my tribe, the biggest exclusive his sweat-shop paper has turned out in this generation. But—I need more coincidences. I am plainly stumped45.”
He had stopped by Lotta’s Fountain where the traffic patrolman was endeavouring to untangle a jam of trucks and automobiles47.
Out of the very air, as though in wierd solution to his perplexity, it came again:
[Pg 126]“Scoraya!”
Lanagan wheeled to find the voice. He had thought he must turn directly upon the man. There was no one near him save the occupant of a limousine48, two feet away. The passenger was apparently49 engrossed50 in the evening paper. The window, though, was open. Lanagan watched him covertly51 from the corner of his eye.
“Humph! This is getting interesting. Here am I, a live newspaper sprout52, in the dead centre of a bustling53 and work-a-day American city, caught as sure as the sun shines, in the mysteries of a diplomatic maze54 between two great nations, and probably three, that is as twisted as a medi?val intrigue55. At this moment, the whereabouts of little me and my message, are probably of as much importance as the comings and goings of the Czar, the Mikado, or the First Gentleman himself. But the next gay cat that tries any scoraying on me, will get the third degree right in Fogarty’s back room.”
The limousine, the traffic jam relieved, pulled slowly ahead, but Lanagan could have sworn that the benign56 gentleman within, just before it did, turned fully11 upon him with a scrutiny of deliberate coolness. It was a casual thing, such as might have happened to anyone; but it appeared to Lanagan that there was a look of secret understanding in the other’s eyes, as they dropped twice to the stick-pin and returned to Lanagan’s face, as though in inquiry57. Lanagan took the number of the car,[Pg 127] 89,776, and then returned to headquarters. He wanted to see from the police register to whom machine 89,776 belonged.
When he ran through the pages to the number, the ragtime58 air he was whistling—very incorrectly—quickened in tempo59.
“89,776—owner—Boris Koshloff—2224 Pacific Avenue, San Francisco.”
“Aha! Either I am hearing scorayas in my mind, and either everybody that looks at me excites my suspicions, or else the Russian Mr. Koshloff is a link in the very plain chain that is stretching from me and my pin to His Majesty Nicholas, at St. Petersburg on one end, and the President in Washington at the other. Frankly60, it looks preposterous61 that if Koshloff is on the job, he would use his own machine. Then again—what if that is the method chosen to point my path to me? If this message is to anyone in San Francisco, they must know by this time that it has gone astray. Barring my own coincidence in bungling62 into State secrets via ‘Kid’ Monahan’s touch, and his taste for the really distinctive63 in jewelry64, it appears that everything is working out on a very remarkable65 and finished system. I shall pay Mr. Koshloff a visit. He has been too much of a figure of mystery in this city anyway.”
Boris Koshloff, a wealthy Russian portrait painter, had dropped into San Francisco with introductions, some months before. He had earned a[Pg 128] high repute for the elegance66 of the soirées given at his house, and had figured in the public prints, moreover, in other ways. On one occasion, a burglar, found prowling within the Koshloff’s drawing room, had been shot and killed by Koshloff, who thereupon was lionised to a considerable extent by the neurotic67 and sentimental68 elements of his circle. He had figured again, when a household servant had fallen from his second story window, receiving frightful69 injuries. Although during his raving70 in delirium71 the servant had cried frequently “spare me! spare me!” and had led some cynical72 reporters on the hospital beat to suspect foul73 play, nothing was ever proved in face of Koshloff’s explanation that the servant fell in cleaning windows. After the man recovered sufficiently74, he was removed by Koshloff to a private hospital, and there he passed from the scope of the newsgatherers and hence from public attention.
Now, it might be well to say here, and before the reader is too far carried away by the story, that the curious chronicles of the happenings about to be recorded must rest for all time, for their authentication75, in five quarters: the Russian government, the American Department of State, Jack Lanagan, “King” Monahan, and myself.
It is not probable that either the Russian or American governments would affirm the truth of the facts recorded. As for the rest—the extraordinary series of complications following the receipts of[Pg 129] the stick-pin, the use of such a device as the stick-pin, as the connecting link in a grave international crisis, the use of the personal courier rather than cipher-code—they must all be accepted on my word, the word of Lanagan, or the word of “King” Monahan, who first received the pin. To such as are unwilling76 to accept that proof, the story must be read solely77 as a bit of fiction.
Lanagan strolled back to the Enquirer78. I had just finished several yards of real estate junk for the business office, and was as grouchy79 as the brother of the tribe always is, when assigned to do business office write-ups.
“Fine line for an able-bodied reporter,” said Lanagan cynically80, looking over my shoulder. “Turn that rot in and come with me and be a real reporter. I’ll give you a story that will make the A. P. wires hum to the four corners of the earth—provided my hunch81 don’t go altogether wrong.”
He spoke13 to Sampson, telling him that there was a bare chance of something turning up on the Russo-Japanese situation, and asked for me to be detailed82 to accompany him.
“Good,” replied Sampson, “get after it. We haven’t broken a story on that yet. The eastern papers are having a lot of stuff on the Secretary of State, though. He has dropped out of sight; the A. P. is bringing in a story broken by the Sun, that his supposed sickness was the bunk83, and that as a matter of fact he has been out of Washington[Pg 130] for a week. Supposed to be in New York on some confab with the Russian Ambassador who is at the Waldorf-Astoria. The Ambassador denies any such conference. It’s a hot yarn84. Try to turn up an end on it out here.”
Lanagan suggested supper and as we lingered over our coffee and cigars, he briefly85 outlined the situation. I read the astounding86 message and must confess that I was stirred to a very unprofessional pitch of excitement. Before taking a car for Pacific Avenue, we dropped in at police headquarters where Lanagan met Chief Leslie, that shrewd thief-taker, and they were in earnest talk for ten minutes. In his police reporting Lanagan had the superlative advantage of Leslie’s confidence. That famous chief had indeed as high a regard for Lanagan’s work as for that of his own men. Leslie stood many a “roast” from the opposition87 papers for his habit of programming with Lanagan, and for turning over his men to the service of the newspaper man more than once.
As we rode to our destination Lanagan instructed me to take a position, well concealed88, opposite the Koshloff house, wait until midnight, and then if he did not appear, telephone to headquarters where Brady and Wilson, two of Leslie’s best men, would be in readiness with the police automobile46. We were to force the house.
“For it’s just possible,” said Lanagan lightly, “that I can’t escape delivering my packet. If they[Pg 131] once drop to me, it may be interesting. That ‘burglar’ shot by Koshloff takes on rather a new importance. Likewise that foreigner, who was all broken up in an accidental fall from Koshloff’s second story window. I rather look forward to a run in with this gentleman of mystery and his retinue89 of ‘scorayers.’ But don’t wait after midnight. Brady will have a search warrant on some ’phony charge or other, and you can tear right in.”
We parted company several blocks from the Koshloff mansion90. It was nearing nine-thirty. I found a hiding-place almost directly opposite, slipped in, and in a few moments saw Lanagan walk briskly up the stairs of the Russian’s house. He was whistling a bit of ragtime; as usual off key. His insouciance91 cheered me. Frankly, I was nervous; a weakness I cannot seem to overcome. I have never failed Lanagan yet at a crisis, and I suppose, on results, am as brave as he. But in my own heart I know I am not. Possibly gifted with a little more imagination than he, I can see further; picture the slab92 at the morgue, the gang in the police reporter’s room chipping in for a floral piece while somebody tries to relieve the strain by saying something funny; Johnny O’Grady or Jim Bradley, or some of the others of the old guard delegated to the pleasant detail of carrying the news home; it was always the same. I always had that faculty93, as Hamlet says, of thinking too precisely94 on the event.
[Pg 132]The door opened to Lanagan’s ring, and he passed from my sight to be ushered95 along the main hall, down a flight of steps, through another long hall, carpeted richly, with niches96 here and there holding exquisite97 statuary, to a billiard-room panelled in richest mahogany. From the conduct of his guide it was apparent that he was expected. In the billiard-room two smooth-shaven, trim, keen-eyed men were playing a desultory98 game. Surmise99 was bulking large within Lanagan’s breast. He had seen that same type before. Secret service was stamped as indelibly upon them as his vocation100 is stamped upon the upper office man.
A light tattoo101 on a panelling, an answering tattoo, another staccato and the panel slid back and the odour of black cigars was heavy on the air as Lanagan stepped into a small compartment102, the panel slipping noiselessly shut behind him as his guide disappeared. At a table were seated two men, facing him.
One of the two he recognised: Koshloff. But the other! Lanagan looked hard. There could be no mistake; those features had been looming103 from the front pages of the papers too frequently for any mistake. Lanagan stood without speaking, but before his mind’s eye was dancing the front page of to-morrow’s Enquirer. He would lay a seven column lead across that page that would carry around the world.
It was Koshloff who spoke.
[Pg 133]“You have the packet? Yes? Would you present it?”
Then, in a low voice to the other, as Lanagan calmly placed the sealskin wallet upon the table, Koshloff murmured:
“Assuredly my superiors must know their business. But I cannot comprehend the disappearance104 of Carlos and the transfer of the pin and packet to the stranger. It must be in order, however. Our system has never failed.”
He turned a shrewd gaze upon Lanagan, studying him intently.
“When do you return?” he asked finally.
“Just as soon as I am permitted to,” replied Lanagan with perfect truth.
“Strange,” muttered Koshloff in the other’s ear. “Peculiar. It is the answer. We have no choice. It must be in order.”
Without more ado the packet was opened and Koshloff presented the slip in silence to his companion. That man, of massive, intellectual forehead and deep set, penetrating105 eyes, scanned it carefully and pondered long, Koshloff watching him with half closed but eager eyes.
“Tell your Imperial Master,” said the other, turning sharply upon Lanagan and speaking with clean incisiveness106, “that you met the Secretary of State in person, and that the Secretary, speaking for his excellency the President, says, that the answer of the President is—yes.”
[Pg 134]The Secretary of State, ten days disappeared from Washington, out here on the western fringe of the continent, pledging the attitude of the United States in the threatened Russo-Japanese conflict and not a line in any paper in the world to indicate the whereabouts of the Secretary, his business, or the definite attitude of the United States in the impending107 conflict!
It was the story of a newspaper man’s lifetime.
“Carry the verbal message, or transmit it to your relief,” instructed Koshloff. “Conditions may not make packets safe by the time you reach the Orient. You may go. You have funds? Your pin is safe?”
“I have,” said Lanagan, who, with two days to go to pay day, had about sixty-five cents. He indicated the pin with a gesture and turned on his heel for the panel, to be stopped by a sudden muffled108 uproar109 from the billiard-room, a sound of excited, shrill110 cries, of scuffling.
Neither the Secretary nor Koshloff moved a muscle; neither did Lanagan. He was thoroughly111 in possession of himself. Two panels swiftly and noiselessly slid open at the farther wall of the room, and two smooth-shaven, trim, keen-eyed men stepped into the room alertly and took their places beside the Secretary’s chair.
“Mr. Secretary travels with the entire secret service bureau,” Lanagan found time to comment to himself.
[Pg 135]There came a tattoo on the panel from the billiard-room. The Secretary held up his hand for silence and motioned one of the secret service agents, who stepped noiselessly to the panel and listened. The tapping came again.
“Answer,” commanded the Secretary. “It is over, whatever it was.”
The panel slid open. Through the aperture112 came one of the billiard players, flashing a quick, steely glance upon Lanagan.
“Balked, by the eternal!” shot through Lanagan’s mind. “The owner of that pin has shown up. It’s now or never.” He stepped casually113 to the panel; it was a fine chance. Once through there, he could make a fight for the front door,—and the seven column exclusive in the Enquirer.
Directly before him, fairly filling the space of the panel, was the other billiard player. It was quick action. Lanagan shot out his right for the man’s jaw114; but his arm got about half way. A grip like an iron clamp had him just above the elbow. He was whirled face about, a secret service man on either side.
As though nothing had happened, the man who had first entered through the panel door spoke:
“There is a person outside somewhat excited who wishes to speak to Mr. Koshloff. He said to say it was Carlos.”
Koshloff leaped for the doorway115 and in a moment[Pg 136] more had dragged fairly by the hair of his head, a wild-eyed, dark-visaged person who, when he straightened up, perceived the pin in Lanagan’s tie and made a tigerish spring for him, a dirk gleaming in a half arc as he leaped. But the right fist of one of the secret agents met him en route, and the frenzied116 Carlos was disarmed117. He staggered to his feet, striving vainly to get at Lanagan.
“Thief! Robber! Death to him! Death to him who dares rob the messenger of His Imperial Majesty, Nicholas!”
“The gentleman appears to be teething,” remarked Lanagan.
Koshloff pressed a button and two swart giants appeared. He indicated Carlos with a nod. “He wore the pin, but he has failed in his obligation. He must receive discipline.” The miserable118 wretch119 fell to his knees with upraised hands, supplicating120.
“Ah, no, Sire! My wife! My babies! Ten minutes too late, or I would have had it back and this sneak121 thief’s life!”
But Koshloff frowned impatiently and in a second more Carlos was whisked away, a wierd scream floating back wearily from some hidden corridor to indicate the terror that gripped him. There was something in that scream of fear of more than the knout. As it rang through Lanagan’s ears, he recalled the crossed axes and the hangman’s noose122 of the pin. It was clear enough. There[Pg 137] would be another burglar killed. He wheeled upon Koshloff.
“Professor Koshloff, or whoever or whatever you are,” he said in a tone of deadly acidity123, “that man is turned up out of here unharmed by so much as a scratch, or I’ll have you snaked into the city prison within twenty-four hours, and some other very general suspicions will incidentally be given an airing. You may be the right eye or the right hand of His Serene Majesty Nicholas, but I’m Jack Lanagan of the San Francisco Enquirer, and in my own particular bailiwick, something of a czar myself. You’re a long way from Russia right now. You’re in little old San Francisco. Did you get me?”
The catlike quality of Lanagan’s eyes to glow under the stress of anger or great excitement, exhibited itself. His face in anger was not what was calculated to put infants to slumber124. He had forgotten the Secretary for the moment; the agents had all withdrawn125. He was recalled to him when that person, taking his cigar from his teeth and gazing upon its ash contemplatively, said in even tones:
“I think possibly you are unduly126 exercising yourself. Something of a Czar?” The smooth voice went on. “Indeed, and it is a pleasure to meet the Czar of the bailiwick of San Francisco,” and the Secretary bowed profoundly and gravely. “Now let us talk business, Mr. Lanagan.
“As for Carlos, his case is absolutely ex-territorial[Pg 138] so far as we are concerned. Please inform me how you came by that packet and pin—eavesdropping in matters of State? Do you young men of the press hold nothing sacred? Not your country’s peace or the peace of other nations?”
“So far as that goes,” retorted Lanagan, coolly, “and not condescending127 to take note of your ‘eavesdropping,’ we young men of the press have a duty to our papers which our papers in turn owe to the people. In this case it is a clear duty. By what right do you or any other man, president or not, arrogate128 to yourself the power to hold this secret caucus129, resting your country’s stand in this grave affair entirely130 upon the judgment131 of one or two men? You are the servant of the people. Let the whole people know where you are now and what you are doing. Get the sentiment of your country before you plunge132 into this agreement. I personally most emphatically disagree with the answer you are sending back. The public are as likely to think my way as yours.”
The Secretary looked bored. “It is not possible.”
“With this exception,” grimly. Lanagan turned for the panel and sought the spring. “It is ten minutes after twelve,” he said laconically133. “I must leave here. Open the door, if you please.”
Neither man moved. The Secretary said:
“We have not quite covered our ground. You have not answered my question.”
[Pg 139]“The pin I received from a friend who claimed to have taken it from a pawnshop. The packet was put in my pocket by a swarthy man who met me on the street and who said ‘scoraya.’ So did another chap in Koshloff’s automobile. I wanted to see the thing through that so accidentally came my way.
“Now, when I came in here I did not come alone. I am fully aware that nations, planning wars to cost hundreds or thousands of lives, would not scruple134 at one. My friends should be breaking in here now. I told them to give me until twelve o’clock.
“So far as your man Carlos is concerned, I can only surmise that he was to meet a courier at the steamer, but had his pin stolen from him. The courier then wandered the streets seeking the pin, and by happy chance tumbled against me wearing it, and likewise wandering the streets. The other ‘scoraya’ boy I presume was one of Koshloff’s secret service men, sent out to see that the messenger reached here safely. He must have likewise picked me up on the matinée promenade135 by accident.”
“Correctly reasoned,” murmured Koshloff. “And I believe you have cleared the situation. A most remarkable series of coincidences; but then, anything may happen in this remarkable city of yours.”
“Do I go peaceably?” asked Lanagan, glancing[Pg 140] at his watch. His voice hardened a trifle. It was twelve-thirty.
“After—ah—a bit,” purred Koshloff, and the next instant was gazing coolly into Lanagan’s police Colt.
Koshloff lifted his hand with an indolent gesture, to push the muzzle136 to one side, took a look into Lanagan’s eyes, thought better of it, and turned with mock deprecation to the Secretary. That gentleman was watching Lanagan with frank admiration137.
“We’ve got a place for you, Mr. Lanagan,” he said, heartily138, “any time you care to come to Washington.”
Lanagan was nettled139. Here were keen, quick-witted, level-headed men poking140 quiet fun at his spectacular display. Because they were of the quick intuitions of the exceptional mind, they fathomed141 his mind and knew that he would not shoot. Lanagan felt rather boyish for a fleeting142 second; got himself in perspective, as it were, and grinned at the grotesqueness143 of the situation. Then that seven-column scare head in the Enquirer—the exclusive that was to hum around the world, focussed before him.
“Open that door!”
Koshloff arose then. There is something singularly compelling about a blue-nosed revolver six inches from your temple, regardless of any psychological conviction you may have that the man is not[Pg 141] going to use it. But whether Lanagan would have carried the situation through successfully cannot be answered. For at that moment there came a tapping on the panel. Koshloff stopped at a signal from Lanagan. The tapping came again. The Secretary spoke:
“The situation is becoming strained, however diverting it may be to all of us. For my part, here are three men, all presumably of minds trained to meet sudden exigencies144, and yet no one of us can solve this one. But other matters seem to be pressing.” The tapping was becoming more insistent145. “Let us call a truce146, Mr. Lanagan, of precisely ten minutes. At the end of that time I give you my word we will return matters to just their present condition. It is agreeable?”
“Absolutely,” said Lanagan, pocketing his revolver.
Koshloff sprang across the room and tapped. He was answered to his satisfaction, for the panel slid open, and after a whispered consultation147 with one of the secret service men, Koshloff stood from before the panel and—
I, Norton, my hands neatly148 manacled behind me, was ushered into the room.
Never will I forget the look on Lanagan’s face. For at least three seconds, he was jolted149 out of his traditional immobility. His look was mingled150 alarm, surprise and amusement.
“Poor Norrie!” half-banteringly, half-serious.[Pg 142] “Poor old blunderbuss. I have certainly got him in a fine mess, him and his sick wife at home.”
I was so glad to see that nothing had happened to him, that I paid little attention to the other two for the moment. I was telling him how I waited until 12:15 and had just determined151 on telephoning headquarters for Brady and Wilson when, standing33 as I supposed well concealed, I was suddenly pinioned152 by two figures that seemed to start up from the earth, handcuffed and hustled153 across the street into the room where we now were.
“I must compliment you on your organisation,” said Lanagan ironically, bowing toward Koshloff. Around that gentleman’s bearded lips played the faintest trace of a mocking smile. I could fancy how that smile ground into the proud soul of Lanagan.
The Secretary was growing impatient.
“The ten minutes, Mr. Lanagan?” he queried154.
Lanagan turned and looked at me a long time. “You should have obeyed orders,” he said finally. “I told you to give me until twelve; not twelve-fifteen.”
It was the first time in his life Lanagan had ever criticised me, and it cut to the quick. I knew then how bitter his disappointment was.
“What is your ‘proposition?’” he said, turning abruptly155 to the Secretary, whom I had at once recognised as well as Koshloff.
“I haven’t any ‘proposition,’ Mr. Lanagan. It[Pg 143] is simply that neither the Russian government nor our government can afford to let the world power know that the Secretary of State journeyed, incognito156, across the American continent, to reach a diplomatic agreement with Russia. Don’t you realise what the publication of that unprecedented157 thing would mean?”
“My only proposition is a declaration. You hear most important information. It would undoubtedly make a splendid news sensation to-morrow morning. But you cannot possibly see the great dangers you would involve your country in. You might as well sit on a barrel of giant powder, and drop your cigar and expect to save so much as a collar button, as to print that story now and avoid war.
“My being here was absolutely a matter imperative158 for certain sufficient reasons. It was necessary that I present myself to Mr. Koshloff in person. That is all.
“I know newspaper men. Among the Washington correspondents I number many warm friends. I will take the judgment upon myself of placing you both upon your honour. If I permit you to go free from here, your lips are inviolately159 sealed for all time, upon the contents of that telegram. So far as I am concerned, that cannot be used until such time as this trouble has been adjusted; or, let me say, until the present administration is out of power at Washington.”
[Pg 144]Into the stillness that followed I could distinctly hear Lanagan’s teeth grind together. Those remarkable eyes of his seemed fairly to emit a stream of fire, they blazed so fiercely upon Koshloff and the Secretary. He threw a sweeping160 glance around the room. It was a look for all the world like you see in the eyes of a caged tiger when he is aroused. For my part, there was a quick drop some place under my diaphragm. I was thinking of my sick wife, and the consequences to her of being held a State’s prisoner.
His hand went to his pocket and he half drew his revolver; but it was rather a subconscious161 act, I think, than any deliberate design to use it. For Government, after all, is a potent162 thing. We fight for it and die for it. It has a splendid and natural influence not to be lightly tossed from us. And here sat one of Government’s highest representatives. Lanagan’s hand dropped to his side.
“That is better,” said the Secretary. “For really, Mr. Lanagan, you cannot move from this room until we say the word. You are as helpless as though you were shackled163. It is late and we have important work to do. Your answer?”
It was almost pitiable to see Lanagan then. He of a score of brilliant newspaper victories, the genius of his craft, who found no situation too difficult to solve, that striking figure in the newspaper life of the West who knew no duty save to his paper, who embodied164 the best and the highest ideals that[Pg 145] tradition gives to the gentlemen of the Fourth Estate, was beaten.
The glow had left his eyes and his voice was dispirited, as he said:
“You have my word, Mr. Secretary, but on one condition: that Carlos’ life be spared, and that you start him back with your answer. It was no fault of his. There is only one man in town who could have got that pin from him, and I can hardly blame Carlos for losing it, once Kid Monahan wanted it.”
“That condition must be granted, Mr. Koshloff,” said the Secretary. Koshloff hesitated. “The wearer of the pin understands the penalty,” he began, curtly165. “I know. But in this case I personally request it.” “It is granted,” said Koshloff, definitely.
Lanagan was morose166 and savage167. The Secretary proffered168 cigars, which Lanagan impatiently refused.
“There is one thing that I would like, however,” he said with but faint show of graciousness, “and that is this pin. It will not be worn. I would like it as a memento169; as something tangible170 to exhibit some day when I may tell this story, as proof, in support of, possibly, one of the most unusual experiences of myself or any other newspaper man.”
“There are but two in existence,” said Koshloff soberly. “This one belongs to our Ambassador at Washington. It was sent to me for use in receiving the imperial message. The other—is in the[Pg 146] possession of the Czar, and will be worn by the receiving courier at St. Petersburg. The penalty attaching to the loss of the pin, either to myself or my agents are—well, they are somewhat stringent171 and, with the single exception of Carlos, have always been enforced.”
Lanagan snapped the patent clasp and handed the pin to Koshloff.
“You see, if I lost it,” with the slightest inflection on the pronoun, “there would be no Czar of this ‘particular bailiwick’ to pardon me as you pardoned Carlos, Mr. Koshloff.”
We walked the long distance back to town and dropped in at ——. Lanagan had not addressed a word to me. I knew better than to attempt to draw him into conversation. I could feel that he was working the thing over and over again in his mind. He suddenly burst forth172 passionately173:
“I could have beaten them! I could have beaten them! And they didn’t convince me at that, that the story should not have been printed! There’s too much of this one-man-for-the-nation stuff in our government, anyhow.”
It was months before Lanagan told me that it was because of my wife’s feeble health that he feared to take the risk of having us both bottled up for a month, by man?uvring further for freedom; and had added: “Merely another argument to prove that your true reporter should not marry.”
And as if to justify174 the truth of Lanagan’s assertion[Pg 147] to me that the story should have been printed, within three days the Japanese fleet, scorpion-like, had struck and crippled that unsuspecting and unready Russian flotilla.
“Yah!” Lanagan had cried to me in furious disgust, as he ripped the front page of the Enquirer with its seven-column war head to tatters, “Statesmen! Diplomats175! Give me one live reporter, and I’ll teach the whole gang of them the right way! Do you suppose for one single, solitary176, coruscating177 second, that if those Japs knew the Secretary was hobnobbing with the Russian envoy178 right here in San Francisco, that the blow would have been struck? Well, I tell you No! I wouldn’t even have had to print the message. The story of the meeting was enough.”
Well, the time limit set by the Secretary has long since expired, so here is the suppressed story of the Ambassador’s Stick-Pin, the finest, biggest, cleanest in its elements of any of his whole career, as Lanagan mourned to me more than once.
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