Havoc1! The bedding was strewn across the floor, mattress2 and bolster3; the pillows had been shaken from their cases. All the drawers in the bureau and commode had been pulled out and their paper linings4 tossed about. The two kit-bags had been slashed5 completely across and their entire contents scattered6. Even the pockets of the coats and trousers had been turned inside out. Nothing had escaped.
Beaten! Until to-night he had had a perfect defense7. He tried to reach back to analyze8 the cause which had emboldened[Pg 163] him to leave the security of the car, but it wasn't reachable. The want of sleep? The craving9 for exercise? Mere10 bewilderment? He couldn't solve it; just one of those moves which continue to render human beings fallible. Why hadn't he left the envelope in the safe? What idiocy11 had inveigled12 him to carry it to his room? A lone13 hand. He had tried the superhuman. One trained mind against three or four trained minds, and the odds14 had been too great. He had left the realm of absolute mathematics for the impositive, chance, with this tragic15 result.
With infinite care he had contrived16 a web; so had they. They had broken through his, and now he found himself in theirs. Flight. They would be gone like the winds. They had done something more than beaten him at the game; they had shattered his self-confidence. Doubt; all his future moves would be under the shadow of doubt. Should he do this, or should he do that, or should he ask advice? The commander of a destroyer should have supreme17 confidence in himself; and at present it did not look as if John Mathison would go abroad with that. He might re-establish this [Pg 164]quality, but only by passing successfully through some vital conflict.
Hallowell! Old Bob Hallowell! It was as if he had broken faith with his friend.
"Mat!... Malachi!"
Thunderstruck, Mathison jumped to his feet, while Murphy, the detective, looked wildly about for the third man. Mathison seized him by the arm.
"For God's sake, hush18! Be still! It's that little green bird."
"Mat!... Malachi!" It was the same wailing19 accent of that dreadful night in Manila. It was Hallowell himself speaking!
Malachi, tremendously agitated20, was climbing up to his swing and down to his perch21. The incredible had happened. Suggestion. Once before the bird had witnessed a confusion in the making, something like this.
"Mat!... Malachi!" he wailed22.
Then came a jumble23 of phrases in polyglot24, sailors' oaths, scraps25 of Hindustani and Spanish. But after a few minutes he began to mutter in parrakeetese. That peculiar26 cell in Malachi's head had closed up again. Mathison urged and coaxed27 in[Pg 165] vain. Malachi rolled his yellow eyes and continued to mutter. The irony28 of it lay in the fact that his fear had subsided29. Wasn't this his master?
"Well, I—be—damn!" exploded Murphy. "A talking parrot! Say"—wrathfully—"why did you give me that bunk30 about being Ellison?"
"Quickest way I could get back to this room. All this was accomplished31 while they were holding me down-stairs."
"A frame-up! I knew the moment you held out your hands that you weren't Ellison. The forefinger32 of his right hand is missing. Look at those grips! Bo, what did you have?"
"They got it."
"All right. Come on. I'll send out a general alarm. We'll run a comb over the town. Off your train, too, I'll gamble. Get a move on!"
"Thanks, Mr. Murphy; but it wouldn't do a bit of good. The damage is done. And ten to one they've already boarded a freight."
"Going to let 'em put it over without a kick?"
"The thing they took was valuable only so long as it remained in my possession.[Pg 166] The Chinese have a saying—you can't pour water into a shattered jar."
"Are you trying to get my goat?"
"No. I'm stating bald facts."
"You're a queer kind of a guy. What was it, a diamond toothpick?" Murphy began to wander around the room. "A frame-up, and a bully33 one. The only way they could get you out of this room for a while until your identity was established. Why didn't you set up a holler?"
Mathison shook his head and sat down. "Am I your prisoner?"
"Prisoner my eye! Only, I'm naturally a curious cuss. Crook34 stuff?"
"Not in the sense you mean."
"Would it do any good to arrest them?"
"You couldn't arrest them."
"The hell I couldn't! What are they, pro-Germans from that dear Chicago?"
"No."
"Well, I'll nose about."
"It won't do you any good."
"You don't know this Roland woman?"
"Never saw her before in my life."
"Then you saw her?" quickly.
"Go ahead and see what you can find," said Mathison, curtly35.
[Pg 167]
The infernal beauty of her! It would haunt him as long as he lived. The strength of those beautiful hands! This havoc all inside of an hour! Mathison lighted his pipe.
Murphy did not touch anything. He seemed to be thinking rather than observing. By and by he went to the window, opened it, and stepped outside. He was absent perhaps ten minutes. He came back, stamped the snow from his shoes, and put away the pocket-lamp.
"Find anything?"
"You're not much on the gab-fest, are you?" said Murphy, amiably36. "Two women! One of 'em wore arctics and the other sandals; and the one with the sandals wrecked37 the place! Bo, was it love-letters—divorce stuff? Good-lookers?"
"There was only one woman," wearily.
"Two. My job is noticing things. When I say that two women went up and down that fire-escape I know what I'm talking about."
Mathison shrugged39. It wasn't worth while arguing.
"The woman with the arctics came first, then the woman with the sandals. While the latter was in the room tidying up things the other was hiding behind the [Pg 168]fire-escape stairs. Easy on a night like this with the snow high on the steps. All in the tracks as plain as the nose on your face. Arctics came from the room below; sandals got out of the parlor40."
Mathison listened politely. "Very interesting; all in the tracks." He had determined41 not to dissent42. The man had a right to his theories; but it happened that John Mathison knew all the facts.
"Bo, this is queer business," said the detective. "What you've lost don't seem to curl your hair any. Love-letters! The fool woman is always writing them and then bawling43 to heaven to get them back.... For the love o' Mike, what's this? Is this coat yours?"
"Yes."
"You are an officer in the United States navy?"
"I am."
"Well, well! Now there's some reason to all these fireworks. War stuff!"
"You might call it that."
"Need any help?"
"You might tell them in the office to send up two pairs of shoe-strings and a leather-punch. I'll have to patch up those bags."
[Pg 169]
Murphy pushed back his hat. "Well, I'll be tinker-dammed!" Then he laughed. "I'd like to play poker44 with you. Two pairs of shoe-strings! That'll kill 'em cold in the office. They'll think I've forgotten my handcuffs. War stuff! No use asking you what it was the woman took."
"No."
"Well, it's your funeral."
"Exactly. And when you order the shoe-strings you might send out for an oak wreath with a purple ribbon."
"Glad you struck the town. There wasn't even a movie to-night. Bo, I'll give you all the help I can without asking questions. I know a fighting-man when I see him. A fighting-sailor with a talking parrot! Well, I'll shoot that order for the shoe-strings. And when the bird began to talk I thought there was some one else in the room!"
"There was," said Mathison, in an odd voice.
"Huh? Spirits? You don't look like a man who would waste any time with the ouija-board. Well, here's for the shoe-strings and the punch."
When the clerk received the order he made the sender repeat it.
[Pg 170]
"Shoe-strings!" he yelled.
"What now?" demanded the house detective, surlily.
"Murphy wants two pairs of shoe-strings and a leather-punch! I tell you, the whole house has gone bug45. You run up. Murphy's been hypnotized or he has had a punch of dope. Here, boy; run down to the Macedonian shoeblack and get two pairs of shoe-strings and a punch. Hustle46!"
"Shoe-strings!" Michaels the house detective ran for the elevator. But when he reached room 320 he was told emphatically—through the door—to take his bonehead down-stairs again. "Cahoots!" he murmured. And all the rest of his life he was going to hold to the belief that Ellison and Murphy had divided up the loot.
At eleven o'clock Mathison and Detective Murphy came down into the lobby. Murphy carried the parrot-cage. There was a grin on his face as he left the elevator, but it vanished as he neared the desk.
"My bill," said Mathison. He had decided47 to return to the train.
"What?" The poor clerk stared at Murphy for the key to this riddle48.
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"The bill, the bill! Give the gentleman his bill, you dub49!"
In turning, the clerk knocked over the desk-telephone. As he stooped to recover it he bumped his head against the corner of the cashier's cage. When he finally presented the bill he was a total wreck38.
"Was it ...?" he faltered50.
"No, it wasn't," snapped Murphy. "We've all been flimflammed."
"But those names!"
"Can't you recognize Jack51 Barrymore when you see him? He's traveling incog."
"But he said he was the other fellow!"
"Well, Jack likes his joke."
"I wanted to get back to my room," interposed Mathison, taking pity on the clerk's bewilderment. "There's been a misunderstanding all round. Keep the change and buy yourself some cigars with it."
As Mathison and the detective disappeared through the revolving52 doors the clerk turned to the cashier. "Keep your eye on things for a while. I'm going out and root up a drink. I might understand something of this if I was full of hootch."
When Mathison and the detective entered the car George the porter was moving about[Pg 172] sleepily. "What's de mattah wid dat hotel?" he demanded, reproachfully.
"Too much excelsior, George, and not enough feathers."
"Well, I had de bed made up, case yo' did come back.... Lan' sakes, what's happened t' dem satchels53?"
"The chef ran amuck54 with the cleaver," explained Murphy, owlishly. He turned to Mathison. "Here's that cannon55 of yours. Take care of yourself. Gee56! if you were a crook and I was chasing you, what a lot of fun we'd have!"
"Thanks for the compliment. Truthfully, I had expected to spend the night in jail."
The porter's ears twitched57.
The two men shook hands, and Mathison vanished behind the door of his compartment58. George eyed the door speculatively59. Jail. He tiptoed to No. 2 and knocked.
"What is it?" came through the crack.
"He's come back!" George whispered.
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