"Poor old fellow!" he murmured. "He thought of me a lot! He was good to me. And I never knew. If I had known him I might have made his last days easier. I might have prevented what happened."
Hard on these softer feelings rose a slow tide of anger. "Oh, the devils! To think up such a fiend's game! And then to get away with it! It's too much for an honest man to stand! I wish I could pay them off! ... I will pay them off. I have power now. That shall be my job. If I live I'll square this account!"
He registered his vow4 with an involuntary glance upward at his mother's portrait. It seemed to him that the wistful face softened5 on him in approval.
The impulse to action brought Jack to his feet. Peeping through the curtains he saw that darkness had fallen outside.
"Good Lord!" he thought astonished. "How long have I been here!"
His watch informed him that it was eight o'clock. He picked up the lamp, and with a last look around the strange room turned to leave. He had a feeling that that place marked a turning point in his life. He would never again be quite the light-hearted boy that had entered it.
He had forgotten the dog. The little beast seeing his purpose, and terrified of being left alone again, threw himself against Jack's legs in a desperate appeal to be taken along.
Jack stooped to caress6 him. "Poor old fellow!" he said. "I wonder how long it is since you saw the light of the sun. I can't take you now, honest I can't. But you be patient. I'll be back to-morrow."
But the tiny animal thrust himself into Jack's embrace and would not be denied. Jack finally picked him up and thrust him in his coat pocket. He settled down quite contentedly7, only his nozzle and his bright eyes showing.
"Well I guess you must be accustomed to this mode of travel," said Jack. "I'm going to call you Jumbo because that's not your name."
Carefully locking all the doors behind him, he left the lamp in the hotel sitting-room8, and made his way out by the private entrance. His impulse was to seek his own hall bedroom, the nearest thing to home that he knew, and there alone, amidst familiar surroundings, to try to bring some order out of his whirling thoughts.
Jack's boarding house was in the West Forties near Eighth avenue, in the center of that vast colony of boarders. His way from the Madagascar lay up Broadway for three short blocks, then westward9 for a long one. He passed through the throng10 hurrying theaterward without seeing anybody; he forgot that he had had no dinner; he forgot that his pocket was full of money and was tempted11 by none of the alluring12 show-windows.
The burden of his thoughts was: "It's a big job! A big job! I can't afford to make any mistake at the start!"
In front of a corner newsstand he was brought up all standing13 by a glimpse of the staring headlines of the night editions.
HEIR TO THE GYDE MILLIONS
FOUND IN A HALL BEDROOM
A POOR BOY IS ENRICHED BEYOND THE DREAMS OF
AVARICE14
Old Romance in the Dead Millionaire's Life Revealed
Jack bought several papers, and standing in a doorway15 out of the press of the crowd, experienced the first wonderful thrill of finding himself famous. There is nothing else quite like it. How you became famous is a secondary matter. To find yourself on the first page is enough: to see the shape of your name in print. Many a good head has been turned for life by it.
All the papers offered sensational16 versions of Jack's story, more or less accurate. It had apparently17 been given out at Delamare's office in the first place, and so far they had it pretty straight. But they went on to embroider18 it. The more reckless sheets even printed interviews which caused Jack to grind his teeth, they made him out such a fool. One paper printed an alleged19 photograph, but it was a safely fuzzy photograph that might have been taken for almost anybody. They had discovered the address of his boarding-house, but in his absence his landlady20, Mrs. Regan, had refused to be drawn21 out.
"Good old girl!" thought Jack.
The soberer sheets promised an interview in later editions.
"They're looking for me now!" thought Jack.
Being human, Jack could not but feel a pleasurable thrill, but his head was not quite turned. He glanced at the hurrying passers-by whimsically.
"They wouldn't rush by so fast if they knew this was he," he thought. But he had no intention of calling their attention to the fact. Silas Gyde's reference to the danger of too much publicity22 was present in his mind.
He turned into his own street keeping a wary23 eye ahead. Mrs. Regan's boarding house was three-quarters of the way down the block, one of a long row of dwellings24 with little grass plots in front and iron railings. Sure enough by the light of a street lamp Jack made out the figures of a group of men at her gate. As he came closer he saw that several of them carried cameras with flash light attachments25.
His first impulse was to flee, but recollecting26 that they could not possibly know yet what he looked like, he walked boldly up to the group, and asked the New Yorker's stock question of a street crowd:
"Somepin the matter here?"
One replied: "This where Jack Norman lives. We're waitin' for him to come home."
He was already so famous no further explanation was deemed necessary.
"Gee27!" said Jack with a glance at the shabby fa?ade. "I guess he'll soon be moving."
A laugh greeted this witty28 sally.
"Oh boy!" groaned29 one youth. "Think of having a hundred millions handed you, just like that. It's too much!"
A photographer said: "Well, I'm gonna ast him for one million. He'd never miss it."
"What like fellow is he?" asked Jack.
"Same aged guy as us."
"Worked for twelve per until this morning. Say his old boss was sore as a pup when he heard what he come in for."
"They say he's a bad actor all right."
"Sure, a whale! They say he's already burned up Broadway from Herald30 Square to the Circle."
"You're wrong, fellow! I heard his roll's as adhesive31 as rubber tape. Same as the old man's before him. Wouldn't even pry32 off a nickel to give the poor boy who told him the news."
"Say, when a guy once gets in the papers, scandal begins!" said Jack disgustedly. Seeing Mrs. Regan at her parlor33 window, and fearful that she might give him away, he walked on.
From a drug-store on Eighth avenue he telephoned back to Mrs. Regan, asking her to come to him there. "Don't let anything on to those guys at the gate," he warned her. "I want to keep out of sight for a few days."
She came into the store in a breathless state of fluster34. She was a good-hearted Irishwoman of considerable energy of character and a racy style of speech. But at present she was considerably35 overcome.
"Oh, Mr. Norman! Oh, Mr. Norman!" she gasped36.
"Easy with my name!" warned Jack. "I'm going to be Mr. Robinson for awhile now."
"Is it true what they say in the papers?"
"More or less."
"Oh law! To think of anything like this happening in my house! And the third floor rear hall at that! But that's always the way ain't it, like a story like? The telephone's been going like a Big Ben ever since twelve o'clock, asking for you. And you such a pleasant ordinary young fellow—not to say ordinary-like, but not stuck up at all, just like one of us!" She paused for breath.
"Easy, Mrs. Regan," whispered Jack. "That clerk's got ears like a water pitcher37."
"I'll be careful. What did you want of me, Mr. Nor—Robinson?"
"First, I want you to know my friend Jumbo," said Jack, handing him over. "Let him have my eats while I'm away."
"Laws! Ain't he cute!"
"I'll telephone in every little while for news. Please pack up my things for me. I'll tell you later where to send them."
"You're going to leave!" cried Mrs. Regan. "But of course it's natural," she added quickly.
"Don't you make any mistake," said Jack. "I'm not going to forget any of the friends who knew me when I was poor."
"I done my best for you! But with prices the way they is——!"
"I know. Now I want you to promise not to give out a thing about me, no descriptions of me, no information of any kind. I know it will be hard to resist those taking young reporters, but I ask it as a favor."
"Oh, Mr. N—Robinson! Go on! At my age!— It's little they'll get out of me, I can tell you!"
"I knew I could bank on you. I'll tell you all about it some day. I've got to beat it now."
"Good-by. Oh—wait! I almost forgot. I'm that excited! A messenger boy left a note for you at the door this evening. I brought it along."
Jack took the note and left. Mrs. Regan, a little disappointed at not being taken further into his confidence, turned in the other direction. When she was out of sight, Jack stopped under a street lamp and examined what she had given him.
It was a cheap, flimsy envelope much soiled. The address was scrawled38 in an illiterate39 hand. He opened it, and this was what he read:
"Jack Norman:
"We don't call you dear sir, because this ain't no friendly letter. We know all about you. We're the gang what croaked40 old Silas Gyde, and we're going to get you next, see? You needn't think you're going to be let to blow in his tainted41 money. You millionaires are a dirty disgrace, and we're going to rid the country of you. You can't hide away from us. We are everywhere. Gun, knife, bomb or dope: it's all the same to us. And if you show this to the police you'll only get yours quicker.
"The Red Gang."
Jack's young face turned grim. "So it's begun!" he thought. "Well, I'm just as glad they didn't keep me in suspense42. I'm ready to start. We'll see who's got the best set of wits!"
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softened
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caress
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contentedly
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alluring
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landlady
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publicity
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