But he was far from being discouraged. "Mr. B." had had the nerve to choose the Madagascar. Very well, he would try to call his bluff6 there. Since it was his own hotel he didn't have to waste the time to get there. He could telephone ahead. He hastened to the nearest booth.
He got the desk at the Madagascar. Establishing the fact that the voice on the wire was that of Baldwin, a clerk well known to him, he said:
"This is Robinson speaking, Mr. Norman's secretary. Do you recognize my voice?"
"Yes, sir, certainly, Mr. Robinson."
"Listen carefully. There's a crook7 trying to pull a little game on Mr. Norman, and I've framed up a plant to get him with the goods. Do you get me?"
"Yes, sir."
"There's just been a package delivered to the desk there, or will be delivered in a few minutes addressed to Mr. Peter Featherstone, to be called for. No, wait a minute! That name may have been changed—but I'm sure about the package. It's a small flat package the size and shape of a bundle of greenbacks laid flat. It's wrapped in a sheet of white typewriter paper, and tied with a green string. Look and see if you have such a package there now. I'll hold the wire." Presently the answer came: "Yes, sir, we have such a package, but it's addressed to Mr. Amos Tewkesbury."
"That's all right," said Jack. "The name doesn't signify. Now I want you to keep Connolly the house detective within call, and have him arrest, as quietly as possible, whoever calls for that package. Keep the man in the room behind the office until I can get there. I'll go in by the side door and telephone down to you from our suite8. Is that all clear?"
"Perfectly9, sir."
Jack hailed a taxi and had himself carried home, that is to say to Kate's house, where Mr. Pitman had his ostensible10 domicile. It was not the sober Mr. Pitman's habit to employ taxis, but this was an urgent case. Jack had to remove the Pitman make-up, of course, before he could show himself around the Madagascar.
He hastily changed to the more elegant attire11 of the millionaire's secretary, and then made his way through the vault12 into Silas Gyde's old rooms, thence across the corridor to the rear of the state apartments. Something less than half an hour had elapsed since he had called up Baldwin.
Bobo was there, moping in a dressing-gown while he waited for lunch time, the only thing that relieved his heavy hours. He brightened a little at the sight of some one to whom he might pour out his troubles.
"I wish I were dead!" he groaned13.
Jack was in no mood to listen to him then. He ran to the telephone, and snatched the receiver from the hook.
"What's up?" said Bobo, infected with his excitement.
"Give me Mr. Baldwin at the desk," Jack said to the operator.
"Hello, Baldwin. This is Robinson. Have you got my man?"
"Yes, sir, we've got him all right!"
"Thank God! Have him quietly brought up here."
Jack hung up the receiver and did a go-as-you-please around the Dutch room, hurdling14 the chairs. Bobo gazed at him goggle-eyed.
"What on earth——!"
"I've got him!" cried Jack. "I've got him! I did it with my own little wits. Once too often he tried to fool me! He was just a little too nervy trying to pull something in my own hotel!"
"Got who? The old man himself!" cried Bobo amazed.
"Joy and deliverance!" sang Jack. "All honest millionaires can now sleep easy o' nights!"
"But what's going to become of me now?" said poor Bobo.
Jack's transports were interrupted by a ring at the outer door of the suite. He ran to it and flung it open.
Bitter disappointment awaited him.
It was not the famous, much-desired "Mr. B" that he saw outside nor was it a figure that could possibly have taken his shape. Connolly, the house detective, had his huge hand on the shoulder of a slinking, weedy youth with sallow vacuous15 face, and cigarette stained fingers; in other words, the typical loafer of the Times Square neighborhood. Baldwin was behind the pair, eager to see what would happen.
"Oh, that's not my man!" cried Jack.
There was an awkward silence.
"I followed your instructions to the letter," said Baldwin, eager to justify16 himself. "You said to arrest any man that asked for that package. This man asked for it."
"Sure," said Jack quickly. "You did right. I'm disappointed, that's all."
"I haven't done anything," whined18 the prisoner. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Shall I let him go, sir?" boomed Connolly.
Jack roused himself. "Not on your life," he said. "He's got to give an account of himself. Bring him in and shut the door." To the weedy youth he said: "Who sent you here?"
The answer came voluble and craven: "I don't know who the guy was. I never seen him before. Honest, I didn't know there was anything crooked19 in it. I'm no crook, boss."
"Describe the man who sent you here."
The answer came readily: "A medium old guy, stoutish20, not real fat. Had his hair brushed in a funny way, old-fashioned-like, and a little chin whisker."
"That's my man!" said Jack grimly. "Where did you meet him?"
"I was standin' in front of the pitcher21 theater on Seventh below Forty-Second with some other fellows when a big black limousine22 car came along and stopped at the curb23. We all took notice of it, it was such a long car, long as an ambulance. The door opened a little way, and an old guy leaned out and held up a finger to me.
"He asks me if I want to earn a dollar, and I says sure. So he tells me to go to the desk of the Madagascar, and ask for a package for Mr. Amos Tewkesbury, and bring it to him. But he said he wouldn't be in the car when I got back. He said he'd be standing24 on the northwest corner of Forty-Second Street and Seventh, and I wasn't to stop when I saw him, but just slip him the package, and take the dollar he'd be holding in his hand. That's all. I didn't see no wrong in it."
"Maybe he's lying, sir," said Connolly.
Jack shook his head. "Sounds like my man," he said.
"What'll I do with him, sir?"
"Let him have the package and let him go," said Jack.
To the prisoner he said sternly: "Your story may be true, but this is an ugly business you've mixed yourself up in. You'd have a hard time proving your innocence25 in court. The only way you can square yourself is by helping26 us pinch this crook."
The sallow youth turned a shade paler. "He's stronger than me, and he's heeled," he muttered.
"I don't want you to lay hands on him. I'll take care of that. You follow your instructions just as he gave them to you. Hand him the package without stopping. Go quickly, and don't look behind you."
To Connolly Jack said: "Take a taxi to the corner of Eighth and Forty-Second, and walk back on Forty-Second. You've heard the description of the man I want, and the car he rides in. If he gives me the slip, and tries to escape towards the West, nab him."
It was still raining. Jack snatched up an umbrella and, opening it with his penknife, made a little triangular27 cut midway in the silk.
"My disguise," he said.
The sallow youth, clasping the package, hurried out of the hotel with Jack at his heels. Jack raised the umbrella and held it low over his head. Thus while his face was hidden from the passersby28, he could still see ahead through the little hole. The stretch of pavement between the Madagascar and Forty-Second street was as thronged29 as it is twenty hours out of the twenty-four, even in the rain.
They had crossed Forty-Third street and were within two hundred feet of the appointed place. Jack was peering eagerly ahead through his peep-hole, when suddenly his umbrella was knocked sideways, and a clawlike hand clutched his wrist. A cracked voice squalled:
"Stop him! He snatched my pocketbook!"
It was a bent30 little old woman in a queer rusty31 bonnet32 over a brown wig33. She wore glasses so thick, that her eyes were like little points far behind them. She redoubled her cries.
"He's a thief! He stole my pocketbook!"
Jack crimsoned34 with anger and mortification35. He was helpless. To knock the old woman out of the way would only have been to convict himself of her preposterous36 charge. In five seconds a great crowd was pushing and shoving around them.
"All my money! All my money!" wailed37 the old woman, and actually two tears rolled down her withered38 cheeks. It was the perfection of acting39.
A loud murmur40 of sympathy went up from the crowd, and violent threats were made in Jack's face. He ground his teeth in impotent rage. Anything he might have said would only have made matters worse. He retained the presence of mind to keep his mouth shut.
"Hold him!" cried the old woman. "I'll get a policeman!"
Half a dozen pairs of hands seized Jack roughly. The old woman threaded her way with surprising celerity through the crowd.
Jack permitted himself to say: "You'll never see her again. It's a frame-up to let her and her partner make a getaway."
"Shut up, you thief!" they roared. "Shut up, or we'll smash your hat over your eyes." Those behind who had little idea of what was going on roared out of sympathy.
But the temper of a crowd is subject to abrupt41 changes. A minute passed and the old woman did not return. It suddenly struck the people that the well-dressed Jack, proud, angry and silent, did not much resemble a purse-snatcher. Jack, feeling the change, said scornfully:
"Do you see her coming back? I tell you it's a frame-up."
The men who had hold of Jack became uncertain, and finally let go. Jack elbowed his way out, and none sought to stop him now. The crowd dissolved. The whole incident had occupied less than two minutes, but that was long enough to do the mischief42. The packet presumably had been handed over, and both messenger and principal swallowed up.
Jack hastened over the remaining distance to the corner of Forty-Second street. Neither the sallow youth nor the old gentleman with the imperial was visible of course. Jack hesitated at a loss which way to turn. There was a chance that the old man, having received the money, had turned Westward43 and so might be intercepted44 by Connolly, but it was a faint one.
While Jack stood there the traffic officer at that important crossing gave the signal for the East and West-bound traffic to cross, and a double line of cars darted45 across Seventh Avenue. Fourth in the line of those bound East Jack saw the long black limousine that had been so often described to him.
As it flashed by he had a glimpse of a silk-hatted head with gray hair brushed forward of the ears, ruddy complexion46, gray moustache and imperial. Alongside was the rusty black bonnet and the brown wig. The man's head was down, and his attitude suggested he was counting something in his lap. The woman's glance followed his.
It was Jack's first glimpse of his quarry47, and his hunting instinct was spurred to action. He made a zig-zag dash across the street under the very wheels of motors and trolley48 cars. The black limousine was out of his reach, but by great good luck he found a taxicab standing by the curb with its engine running.
He flung himself in, crying: "Four times your fare if you can keep that car in sight. A hundred dollars if I am able to arrest the couple in it!"
The taxi leaped ahead. Jack lowered the front window, and leaning forward, pointed17 out the right car to the chauffeur49. In a wild spurt50 down Forty-Second street they gained half a block on the limousine. They just managed to get across Sixth avenue before the whistle blew. At Fifth the whole line was held up for perhaps half a minute. The press was so great here, Jack could not see the black car, but he had carefully marked its position, about six cars ahead.
When the whistle blew for the East and West traffic to resume they saw it turn down Fifth with a burst of speed. They followed. In and out of the close traffic the big car threaded its way with a wonderful exhibition of sang-froid on the part of the chauffeur. Jack had a good chauffeur too. But a race through such a crowd is purely51 a matter of luck. They never succeeded in getting within less than five car lengths of their prize. Jack saw that the black car now bore a Georgia license52. He made note of the number.
At Thirty-Fourth street the line was held up again. The whistle had just blown, and this promised to be a longer stoppage. Jack jumped out of the taxi, and ran ahead down the line with fast beating heart.
The black limousine was empty.
Jack gritted53 his teeth. "The devil's own luck favors him," he thought. "They must have left the car during the block on Forty-Second."
The chauffeur had not seen him. Jack did not approach him, thinking it better to take a chance of following him to his garage. The line got in motion again, and Jack swung himself aboard his taxi as it passed.
At Twenty-Eighth street the whistle blew just as the black car was crossing. It continued blithely54 down the avenue, the chauffeur waggling a derisive55 hand outside his car. Jack would have risked defying the whistle, but his way was effectually blocked by other cars in front and on both sides.
"My luck again!" he groaned.
They were held up there while a ten-horse truck bearing a steel girder crawled across the Avenue. When the whistle gave them leave to move again, the limousine had disappeared into a side street. They saw it no more.
Jack had the license number, but an investigation56 instituted by telegraph only proved as he expected, that that number had been issued to some one giving a mythical57 address in Atlanta. As for notifying the New York police, he knew very well that within half an hour the license tags on the black limousine would be changed.
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