Two days before, Silas Gyde, the millionaire miser3 and usurer, had been blown to pieces in the street by a bomb. The assassin, arrested, proved to be not one of those who had a grievance4 against the old money lender (there were supposed to be many such) but a maniac5 of anarchistic6 proclivities7. His name was Emil Jansen. He was already on the way to an asylum8 for the criminal insane.
The main facts of the case having been given in previous issues, space in the paper to-day was largely devoted9 to anecdotes10 illustrating11 the extraordinary eccentricities12 of the dead man. It was said that with an income of perhaps six millions a year, he spent no more than six hundred. He bought his clothes at an immigrant outfitters' on Washington street, and even so had not had a new suit in two years. To keep himself from spending money it was his habit to go about with empty pockets, and borrow what few cents he needed from bootblacks, newsboys and applewomen to whom he was well known. But he was scrupulous13 in repaying these debts. Every day, even when he had become old and feeble, he turned up at the office of a certain corporation for the sake of a free lunch provided to the directors, though he had to walk a mile from the Wall street district where all his business was transacted14. It was at the door of this office that he had met his end. And so on. And so on.
Silas Gyde died a bachelor, and had left no kin15 so far as was known. His wealth was said to be well in excess of a hundred million dollars. The paper gave a tempting16 list of the gilt-edge securities he was supposed to own; but nothing was known for sure, for though continually engaged in litigation, he had left no personal attorney; he had not sufficiently18 trusted any man. No one could say, now, where he had kept his wealth or how he had intended to dispose of it.
Young Jack Norman read of the millions with the kind of aching gusto that a hungry man pictures a good dinner. Jack's earnings19 were twelve dollars a week. He knew little about sociology or economics, but he could not but feel a dim dissatisfaction with the scheme of things that restricted him, with all a youth's capacity for living largely, to twelve dollars weekly, while it provided the old man with the tastes of a hermit20 crab21, with a hundred thousand.
Twelve dollars a week meant that Jack's still boyish appetite daily had to be less than satisfied by the fare of a second rate boarding house; it meant that he had to wear cheap clothes when the instinct of his years was to array himself like Solomon; it meant that his lip must curl with envy as the pleasures of the town passed him by; hardest of all to bear, it meant that the joys of honorable courtship were denied him. A fellow must have money to take a girl out in town.
Jack's case was not peculiar22. The same expression of sullen23 wistfulness might have been read in many a young face on the same train. What distinguished24 this face from the others was a latent fire in the eyes which suggested that, given the opportunity, the possessor had the capacity to play a larger part in life than twelve dollars a week permitted.
He got off at Worth street and made his way East to Centre where he worked as book-keeper in Fisher's sash and blind factory. Walking the street, like many another young head that morning, his was light with dreams.
"If I had Silas Gyde's money I wouldn't be pounding the concrete like this. I'd be fluffing down to Wall street in my Rolls-Royce. Or my yacht would be putting me ashore25 at the Battery. Or a special train up from Lakewood. First thing I'd do would be to tell Fisher to go to Hell. Oh, that would be worth a million!
"I'd say to Fisher: 'Who do you think you are, you little two-spot bankrupt carpenter with your business in your wife's name! One would think you were William K. Astorbilt, the airs you give yourself. Why I could buy you out for the price of what I spend for a meal!'"
As he turned in at the door of Fisher's place Jack's eyes involuntarily sought a window in the establishment of the hardware jobber26 opposite. As present the window was tenantless27; later it would be sanctified by a chestnut28 head bending over a typewriter. Jack's dreams were diverted into another channel.
"If I had Silas Gyde's money she wouldn't have to pay for her own lunch when she eats with me. And I could take her out nights. Oh! Automobile29, dress-suit, box seats at the Opera, supper at the Bienvenu and a dance! Lord! And they say old Gyde lived on my salary!"
The offices of the Fisher factory were on the second floor. As Jack turned in from the hall, Fisher himself was standing30 at the door of his private office; hands in pockets, cigar rolling between thick lips, hat on the back of his head, on his face the customary brutal31 sneer32.
"You're late!" he rasped. "Can't you get out of bed in the mornings?"
This was a regular performance at Fisher's. The boss took his pleasure that way, and the office employees were hardened to it. But at the moment Jack was exalted33. In his imagination he was still the master of millions.
"The clock's fast," he said curtly34, meeting Fisher square in the eye.
"You lie!" said that gentleman.
By way of answer Jack pulled out his watch and compared it with the wall clock. The glance was not complimentary35 to Fisher's battered36 time-piece. Fisher purpled with rage.
"You —— ——! Don't give me any of your lip!"
"Who do you think you are?" said Jack coolly. The words were fatally ready to his tongue. "You little two-by-four sash and blind maker37 with your business in your wife's name! Better pay your bills before you talk that way to honest men!"
Behind the fright in the eyes of the thin office-boy and the pale typist, gleamed a wondering delight. Never had such words been heard in that place!
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" roared Fisher on the verge38 of apoplexy. "Get out before I throw you out!"
"As to that," said Jack, "you're not man enough," and he took a step nearer the boss.
Fisher precipitately39 retired40 into his private office, slamming the door behind him. The office boy tittered, and clapped a scared hand over his mouth. Jack turned on his heel, and coolly lit a cigarette—lit it and blew a whole cloud of smoke, there in those sacred precincts! The eyes of the other two regarded him with a kind of adoration41.
From behind the partition Fisher was still shouting: "Get out! You're fired!"
"Much obliged," said Jack. "It was worth it."
But even while he spake the brave words his heart was sinking like a stone in deep water. It was Wednesday, and his salary was always spent in advance of course. All he possessed42 in the world was a dollar twenty and his watch—fortunately out of hock for the time being. By this time, he thought Fisher was probably sorry too, and would take him back at a word of contrition—but with those admiring eyes on him, he could not speak it.
"So long, Kids," he said airily, and started for the door.
"Oh, wait a minute," said the boy. "Here's a letter for you this morning."
Jack thrust it carelessly into his pocket and went on down-stairs. At the street door he stopped at a loss. Turned loose on the street at nine o'clock of a working morning, which way was one to turn? He glanced across the street again, the window was still vacant. Anyway, he couldn't very well see her, jobless as he was. Better just drop of sight. This thought cost him a shrewd pang43. He started walking quickly in the direction opposite to that whence she would presently come.
He remembered the letter and took it out. Letters were not so frequent in his life that he could afford to disdain44 them. This was a business envelope, large, square, and made of thick, fine paper. "National New York Bank" was neatly45 embossed on the flap. It was addressed in long-hand, an untidy but powerful scrawl46.
"Some high-class ad," thought Jack. "Want to sell me bonds, I suppose." He chuckled47 with bitter humor.
Inside he found this communication in the same hand:
"Dear Mr. Norman:
"Will you please call me up at my office to-morrow morning. I shall arrive there about nine-thirty. The number of my private phone is —— Broad. You will not find it in the book.
"Very truly yours,
"Walter Delamare."
Jack, being a true American youth, regarded this skeptically. "What kind of a con17 is he handing me?" he thought. "Who the deuce is Walter Delamare?"
The name rang familiarly in his ears. He glanced at the note head again. Under the name of the bank was printed: "Office of the President." Of course! Walter Delamare, President of the National New York Bank. His name was in the papers every day. It wielded49 a magic influence in the nation.
Jack still suspected a hoax50 of some kind, though the expensive note paper and the scrawly51, characteristic hand were impressive. He examined the latter with fresh care. It was surely real handwriting, not process work.
"Oh well, it's worth a nickel for a telephone call," he thought. "I have nothing to lose."
He had nearly half an hour to kill before nine-thirty, and no twenty-five minutes ever passed more slowly. He walked down to Wall street and had a look at the outside of the National New York Bank, an imposing52 colonnade53 a whole block long. He circumnavigated it three times, and at nine thirty-one, precisely54, went into a cigar store and called up the number that had been given him.
After a due interval55 he heard a voice at the other end of the wire that certainly sounded like that of a man of mark—crisp, serene56, potent57; humorous and kindly58, too.
"Mr. Norman?"
"Yes, sir."
"This is Delamare. You are prompt. Can you come down to see me this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
"Can you come right away? Later I shall be very busy."
"Yes, sir."
"Good! Better taxi down. And by the way, it would be better if you sent in an assumed name. I will explain why when I see you. Call yourself—let me see—call yourself Mr. Robinson."
"Yes, sir."
"Very well. I shall be expecting you. Good-by."
Jack issued from the telephone booth a little dazed. A great captain of finance asking him, the humble59 bookkeeper, to call! Putting Jack on an equal footing by referring to himself as "Delamare"! A mystery suggested by the use of an assumed name! What could it all mean! On the one hand the skeptic48 in Jack whispered: "Some one is putting up a game on you!" On the other hand the dear hidden ego60 in us all that only needs a little appreciation61 to show its head said: "Why shouldn't Walter Delamare have private business with you as well as anybody?"
Jack had only to walk across the street to the bank. The argument within him showed itself in a kind of defiant62 sheepishness as he passed the great portal and found himself under the far-flung vaulted63 ceiling. It had been designed to impress, and impressive it was. With its rare marbles and mural paintings it was more like a palace than a place of sober business. It was not yet the opening hour, but many elegant clerks were already starting to work behind the brass64 grills65. Shabby Jack eyed their cravats66 and fine linen67 wistfully.
He asked one of the uniformed attendants the way to Mr. Delamare's office, half expecting a roar of laughter to go up. But nothing of the sort occurred. He next found himself opposed by a silvery-haired old gentleman whose exquisite68 courtesy was the same to all.
"Whom do you wish to see?"
"Mr. Delamare."
"Mr. Delamare can be seen only by appointment."
"I have an appointment."
The courteous69 old gentleman permitted himself a glance of surprise. "What name shall I say?"
"Mr. Robinson."
"Very good, sir."
He returned with an air of slightly heightened respect. "Please step this way, sir."
"It is all right," thought Jack. "Nobody is hoaxing70 me."
He followed his conductor down a mahogany and plate glass corridor.
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anarchistic
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tempting
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con
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sufficiently
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earnings
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hermit
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crab
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peculiar
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distinguished
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jobber
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tenantless
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chestnut
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automobile
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sneer
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exalted
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curtly
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complimentary
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verge
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precipitately
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retired
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adoration
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possessed
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disdain
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skeptic
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scrawly
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colonnade
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precisely
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appreciation
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