"Once the newspaper guys get hold of me, and print my picture on the front page, I'm a marked man," he was thinking, "I couldn't walk down the street then, without a crowd following. It would be a cinch for this gang to keep tab on me, and a fat chance I'd have of getting anything on them. So I've got to keep out of the papers if I can. That's decided2.
"But it's not going to be so easy. For the more of a mystery I make of myself the hotter they'll get on my trail. A paper like the Sphere, I suppose, would spend a hundred thousand to run me down. What I ought to do is to get some harmless young fellow to take the part of Jack Norman, while I lie low and do my work."
"Who could I get in our gang? There's Bill Endicott; good fellow, but too much of a talker, specially3 with a girl. He'd never do. There's Joe Welland, he's close enough—but too thick. He couldn't take a part any more than a bronze statue. They say Stan Larkin and I look alike. He might do. No! He's too hard-headed. He wouldn't do what I wanted. It's too risky4 anyhow to let one of the gang in on this. The others would have to know. I'd better keep away from them for the present."
Jack's reflections were interrupted by an appeal from alongside: "Say, fella, can you help a fella to a meal?"
He became aware for the first that he shared the bench with another. It was a fat youth of about his own age with an expression at once piteous and absurd. There is bound to be something ludicrous in the spectacle of a fat beggar. Chubby5 cheeks were designed to wear a good-natured smile. The shame-faced look that accompanied the appeal did not suggest the professional beggar in this case.
Jack had reached the point where he was glad of a diversion. His thoughts had begun to chase themselves in circles. "What's the trouble, 'Bo?" he asked in friendly fashion.
"Down on my luck, that's all. I'm an actor. Got a job to walk on in a big show called 'Ulysses.' Rehearsed three weeks and then they flivved. I had borrowed every cent I could on the job, and now I dassent be seen where my friends are. I'm done! Ain't eaten since yesterday. Say, it's Hell for a fat man to be hungry!"
Jack laughed. Moreover the word "hunger" started something insistent6 in his own internals. He dropped a further consideration of his problems until that should be satisfied.
"By Gad7! That reminds me I haven't had any dinner myself! Come on, let's see what we can find."
"You mean it!"
"Where'll we go."
"There's Little's over here on Sixth."
"To Hell with Little's! I'm fed up on beaneries. It would take a hundred of Little's little portions to fill me. No, I got money 'Bo! Us for the big eats. Let's try that swell8 French café on the south side of the square. The French know how to eat."
"Ahh! They wouldn't serve a guy like me in there!"
"Well, the clothing stores over on Broadway are open yet. Let's go and get you an outfit9. An actor's got to show his Tuppenheimers they say, before he can pull down a salary."
"Ahh! You're stringin' me!"
"Come along! I got a wad that's burning a hole in my jeans! I might as well blow it on you!"
The fat youth made up his mind that Jack had been drinking. He had an open countenance10, and upon it was clearly visible his thankfulness to Heaven for sending such a one his way. As Jack started off he took his arm, either with the idea of guiding his footsteps, or in fear that he might escape. His anxious glance, prepared for any sudden, unfavorable change in the weather, never left Jack's face. He even pretended for the sake of camaraderie11 to be a little spiffed himself.
Jack was vastly tickled12 by the whole incident. It gave him a new luxurious13 sensation of opulence14. Besides, he had reached the point where he felt he had to blow off a little steam.
"What a fool I was to worry myself to a standstill! Too much thinking is worse than none at all. If you mull over a thing too long, your thoughts begin to go round like a squirrel in a revolving15 cage. Here's the whole town open to us! We'll have us a time and forget our troubles!"
The fat youth who had no idea of the nature of these troubles made haste to agree. "You're dead right, fellow! Eat, drink and be merry, as the poet says, for to-morrow the rent falls due!"
"What's your name?" asked Jack.
"Private or professional?"
"Oh, anything you like."
"Well, I'm generally known as Guy Harmsworth."
"Some name, 'Bo!"
However, the really significant names seem to come out of the air. Jack started calling his friend 'Bo. From that it was but a little step to Bobo. In the sound of Bobo there was something subtly descriptive. It stuck. He is Bobo still.
As they entered the big clothing store Jack said: "Get the best. I'll stand for it."
Bobo thus encouraged, proved to have a very nice taste in wearing apparel. They bought hurriedly, for the pangs16 of hunger were pressing. But when the main articles, suit, hat, shoes, were out of the way both young men plunged17 in the smaller and more luxurious articles; shirts of heavy silk that crinkled richly between thumb and finger; wonderful cravats18 that would almost stand alone. Few youngsters attain19 their desires in this direction, and Bobo and Jack, long denied, fairly wallowed. They each bought a valise to carry away their surplus purchases.
In half an hour Bobo was transformed. To call Bobo fat was merely to indicate his type. He was not all over the place, but a well set-up youngster of a rather melting style of beauty, which promised obesity20 later perhaps, but in youth was not unpleasing. At least not in his new clothes.
When finally Jack produced the roll of yellow backs to pay for what they had bought, Bobo's look of anxiety disappeared and was not seen again. A little sigh escaped him. It was as if he had said:
"It is not a dream."
Bobo leaving the outfitters was metamorphosed in more than his apparel. He stuck his chest out now, and looked passers-by in the eye. A stage-English accent crept into his unadorned Manhattanese. Jack seeing him cast sheep's-eyes at a stand of walking-sticks, purchased him a yellow malacca, such as his own soul had hankered after earlier in the day. It was the finishing touch. Bobo swung it with a delightful21 arrogance22. He even adopted a certain condescension23 of tone towards Jack who had no stick.
"I say, old chap, these togs are really not half bad for ready-made, what! Not what a London tailor would turn out of course. But they fit, because I happen to have a normal figure."
"Perfect forty-six," murmured Jack.
They returned for their dinner to the famous café on Bryant Square. It was the first eating-place in New York that dared to veil its interior from the vulgar gaze. Those alluring24, closely-drawn pink curtains cause the envious25 poor to suspect the delightful worst. It is not so well known in the provinces as flashier resorts, but it is certainly the place where most New Yorkers go first when they get money.
When they finally penetrated26 the mystery the plainness of the interior was rather disappointing, and the place was almost empty for it was half way between the dinner and the supper hours. But the food when it came justified27 the café's great reputation.
Jack had ordered blindly from the French carte-de-jour, choosing the most expensive dish from each subdivision; Petite Marmite; Cotelotte des Ecrivisses au diable; Filet28 Mignon au Moelle: pommes de terre Florizel; Choux-fleur hollandaise; plombière, etc. The result was eminently29 satisfactory. Bobo groaned30 with delight. It appeared that Bobo had a special and particular talent for eating.
"Don't wake me! Don't wake me!" he prayed. "Many's the time I've dreamed of this, but it was always snatched away just as I sat down. Say, are we going to have coffee and cigars?"
"Sure thing. Fifty centers."
"O Lord, let me sleep till then and afterwards. You can do what you like to me!"
"You seem to have a nice taste in fancy eats," said Jack.
"A nice taste! I was born with the tongue of an epicure31, a delicate tongue, a high-toned tongue! For me to be obliged to eat in lunch wagons32 and beaneries was a crime against nature!"
"Well, how would you like to keep this up for a while?" said Jack with an offhand33 air.
"Hey?" said Bobo opening his eyes.
Jack studied him. "He's something of a fool," he thought. "But maybe that's what I need. I couldn't control a hard-headed guy. And he's an actor. He ought to be able to play a part. And he'd be grateful for his meals, I could do what I wanted with him. Anyhow I have to take a chance, and I might do worse."
"What d'ye mean, keep it up?" demanded Bobo.
"This is only a sample," said Jack. "How would you like the real thing for a while; a suite34 of rooms at the Madagascar; a yacht, a motor car—— Oh, half a dozen motors; all the clothes you wanted from the best tailor in America; as for the eats—all you'd have to do would be press a button and give your order."
Bobo turned a little pale. "What are you getting at?"
"Supposing a man offered you this, would you be willing to put yourself in his hands?"
"Say, if it was on the level, he could do what he wanted with me!" said Bobo fervently35.
"All right!" said Jack. "It's a go!"
Bobo stared. "Say, fellow, what kind of a pipe are you giving me? Do you mean you are offering me—— Are you crazy?"
"Did you read the afternoon papers?" asked Jack.
Bobo nodded. "Fellow left his on a bench beside me."
"You've never asked me my name."
"What is it?"
"Jack Norman."
Bobo stared speechless. "On the level?" he gasped36.
Jack took a couple of letters from his pocket and showed him the superscriptions.
"Jack Norman!" said Bobo. "Then what were you loafing in the park by yourself for?"
"Trying to get accustomed to the idea."
Bobo had no more to say. He had lost the condescending37 air.
"Here's the situation," said Jack. "For certain reasons which I will explain to you, I want to keep under cover for a while. I want to keep my picture out of the papers. I don't want to be pointed38 out and followed wherever I go. Well, the easiest way to escape notice is for me to get some fellow to take my place, see?"
"But everybody who knows you will know I'm not the real guy."
"That's all right. We won't be moving in the same circles as I used to. Want to do it?"
"Do I want to do it——!"
"Wait a minute. It's only fair to warn you that old Silas Gyde was croaked39 by a gang of blackmailers, and they're after me now."
Bobo paled and hesitated.
"But I mean to meet all their demands until we nail them, so there's not much danger."
Bobo's face cleared. "Will I do it——" he began again.
"Hold on! There are two conditions. You must promise to do everything I tell you. And second, you are not to marry any woman under false pretences40."
"I promise," said Bobo.
"Good! It's a bargain. From this moment you are John Farrow Norman, the newly-made millionaire, and I am plain Jack Robinson, your secretary."
They shook hands across the table.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
jack
|
|
| n.插座，千斤顶，男人；v.抬起，提醒，扛举；n.（Jake）杰克 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
specially
|
|
| adv.特定地；特殊地；明确地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
risky
|
|
| adj.有风险的，冒险的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
chubby
|
|
| adj.丰满的，圆胖的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
insistent
|
|
| adj.迫切的，坚持的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
gad
|
|
| n.闲逛；v.闲逛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
swell
|
|
| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
outfit
|
|
| n.（为特殊用途的）全套装备，全套服装 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
camaraderie
|
|
| n.同志之爱，友情 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
tickled
|
|
| （使）发痒( tickle的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）愉快，逗乐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
luxurious
|
|
| adj.精美而昂贵的；豪华的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
opulence
|
|
| n.财富，富裕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
revolving
|
|
| adj.旋转的，轮转式的；循环的v.（使）旋转( revolve的现在分词 )；细想 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
pangs
|
|
| 突然的剧痛( pang的名词复数 )； 悲痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
plunged
|
|
| v.颠簸( plunge的过去式和过去分词 )；暴跌；骤降；突降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
cravats
|
|
| n.（系在衬衫衣领里面的）男式围巾( cravat的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
19
attain
|
|
| vt.达到，获得，完成 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
obesity
|
|
| n.肥胖，肥大 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
delightful
|
|
| adj.令人高兴的，使人快乐的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
arrogance
|
|
| n.傲慢，自大 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
condescension
|
|
| n.自以为高人一等，贬低(别人) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
alluring
|
|
| adj.吸引人的，迷人的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
envious
|
|
| adj.嫉妒的，羡慕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
penetrated
|
|
| adj. 击穿的，鞭辟入里的 动词penetrate的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
justified
|
|
| a.正当的，有理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
filet
|
|
| n.肉片；鱼片 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
eminently
|
|
| adv.突出地；显著地；不寻常地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
groaned
|
|
| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
epicure
|
|
| n.行家，美食家 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
wagons
|
|
| n.四轮的运货马车( wagon的名词复数 )；铁路货车；小手推车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
offhand
|
|
| adj.临时，无准备的；随便，马虎的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
suite
|
|
| n.一套(家具)；套房；随从人员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
fervently
|
|
| adv.热烈地，热情地，强烈地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
gasped
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
condescending
|
|
| adj.谦逊的,故意屈尊的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
croaked
|
|
| v.呱呱地叫( croak的过去式和过去分词 )；用粗的声音说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
pretences
|
|
| n.假装( pretence的名词复数 )；作假；自命；自称 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |