pgw.piccadillyjim-第49章
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He had almost reached the bed; and had just begun to wonder how on earth; now that he was there; he could open the proceedings tactfully and without alarming the boy; when he was saved the trouble of pondering further on this problem。 A light flashed out of the darkness with the suddenness of a bursting bomb; and a voice from the same general direction said 〃Hands up!〃
When Mr。 Crocker had finished blinking and had adjusted his eyes to the glare; he perceived Ogden sitting up in bed with a revolver in his hand。 The revolver was resting on his knee; and its muzzle pointed directly at Mr。 Crocker's ample stomach。
Exhaustive as had been the thought which Jimmy's father had given to the possible developments of his enterprise; this was a contingency of which he had not dreamed。 He was entirely at a loss。
〃Don't do that!〃 he said huskily。 〃It might go off!〃
〃I should worry!〃 replied Ogden coldly。 〃I'm at the right end of it。 What are you doing here?〃 He looked fondly at the lethal weapon。 〃I got this with cigarette…coupons; to shoot rabbits when we went to the country。 Here's where I get a chance at something part…human。〃
〃Do you want to murder me?〃
〃Why not?〃
Mr。 Crocker's make…up was trickling down his face in sticky streams。 The mask; however; prevented Ogden from seeing this peculiar phenomenon。 He was gazing interestedly at his visitor。 An idea struck him。
〃Say; did you e to kidnap me?〃
Mr。 Crocker felt the sense of relief which he had sometimes experienced on the stage when memory had failed him during a scene and a fellow…actor had thrown him the line。 It would be exaggerating to say that he was himself again。 He could never be pletely at his case with that pistol pointing at him; but he felt considerably better。 He lowered his voice an octave or so; and spoke in a husky growl。
〃Aw; cheese it; kid。 Nix on the rough stuff!〃
〃Keep those hands up!〃 advised Ogden。
〃Sure! Sure!〃 growled Mr。 Crocker。 〃Can the gun…play; bo! Say; you've soitanly grown since de last time we got youse!〃
Ogden's manner became magically friendly。
〃Are you one of Buck Maginnis' lot?〃 he enquired almost politely。
〃Dat's right!〃 Mr。 Crocker blessed the inspiration which had prompted Jimmy's parting words。 〃I'm wit Buck。〃
〃Why didn't Buck e himself?〃
〃He's woiking on anudder job!〃
To Mr。 Crocker's profound relief Ogden lowered the pistol。
〃I'm strong for Buck;〃 he said conversationally。 〃We're old pals。 Did you see the piece in the paper about him kidnapping me last time? I've got it in my press…clipping album。〃
〃Sure;〃 said Mr。 Crocker。
〃Say; listen。 If you take me now; Buck's got to e across。 I like Buck; but I'm not going to let myself be kidnapped for his benefit。 It's fifty…fifty; or nothing doing。 See?〃
〃I get you; kid。〃
〃Well; if that's understood; all right。 Give me a minute to get some clothes on; and I'll be with you。〃
〃Don't make a noise;〃 said Mr。 Crocker。
〃Who's making any noise? Say; how did you get in here?〃
〃T'roo de libery windows。〃
〃I always knew some yegg would stroll in that way。 It beats me why they didn't have bars fixed on them。〃
〃Dere's a buzz…wagon outside; waitin'。〃
〃You do it in style; don't you?〃 observed Ogden; pulling on his shirt。 〃Who's working this with you? Any one I know?〃
〃Naw。 A new guy。〃
〃Oh? Say; I don't remember you; if it es to that。〃
〃You don't?〃 said Mr。 Crocker a little disposed。
〃Well; maybe I wouldn't; with that mask on you。 Which of them are you?〃
〃Chicago Ed。's my monaker。〃
〃I don't remember any Chicago Ed。〃
〃Well; you will after dis!〃 said Mr。 Crocker; happily inspired。
Ogden was eyeing him with sudden suspicion。
〃Take that mask off and let's have a look at you。〃
〃Nothing doin'。〃 How am I to know you're on the level?
Mr。 Crocker played a daring card。
〃All right;〃 he said; making a move towards the door。 〃It's up to youse。 If you t'ink I'm not on de level; I'll beat it。〃
〃Here; stop a minute;〃 said Ogden hastily; unwilling that a promising business deal should be abandoned in this summary manner。 〃I'm not saying anything against you。 There's no need to fly off the handle like that。〃
〃I'll tell Buck I couldn't get you;〃 said Mr。 Crocker; moving another step。
〃Here; stop! What's the matter with you?〃
〃Are youse in' wit me?〃
〃Sure; if you get the conditions。 Buck's got to slip me half of whatever he gets out of this。〃
〃Dat's right。 Buck'll slip youse half of anyt'ing he gets。〃
〃All right; then。 Wait till I've got this shoe on; and let's start。 Now I'm ready。〃
〃Beat it quietly。〃
〃What did you think I was going to do? Sing?〃
〃Step dis way!〃 said Mr。 Crocker jocosely。
They left the room cautiously。 Mr。 Crocker for a moment had a sense of something missing。 He had reached the stairs before he realised what it was。 Then it dawned upon him that what was lacking was the applause。 The scene had deserved a round。
Jimmy; vigilant in the gallery; heard the library door open softly and; peering over the rail; perceived two dim forms in the darkness。 One was large; the other small。 They crossed the room together。
Whispered words reached him。
〃I thought you said you came in this way。〃
〃Sure。〃
〃Then why's the shutter closed?〃
〃I fixed it after I was in。〃
There was a faint scraping sound; followed by a click。 The darkness of the room was relieved by moonlight。 The figures passed through。 Jimmy ran down from the gallery; and closed the windows softly。 He had just fastened the shutters; when from the passage outside there came the unmistakeable sound of a footstep。
CHAPTER XXII
IN THE LIBRARY
JIMMY'S first emotion on hearing the footstep was the crude instinct of self…preservation。 All that he was able to think of at the moment was the fact that he was in a questionable position and one which would require a good deal of explaining away if he were found; and his only sensation was a strong desire to avoid discovery。 He made a silent; scrambling leap for the gallery stairs; and reached their shelter just as the door opened。 He stood there; rigid; waiting to be challenged; but apparently he had moved in time; for no voice spoke。 The door closed so gently as to be almost inaudible; and then there was silence again。 The room remained in darkness; and it was this perhaps that first suggested to Jimmy the forting thought that the intruder was equally desirous of avoiding the scrutiny of his fellows。 He had taken it for granted in his first panic that he himself was the only person in that room whose motive for being there would not have borne inspection。 But now; safely hidden in the gallery; out of sight from the floor below; he had the leisure to consider the newer's movements and to draw conclusions from them。
An honest man's first act would surely have been to switch on the lights。 And an honest man would hardly have crept so stealthily。 It became apparent to Jimmy; as he leaned over the rail and tried to pierce the darkness; that there was sinister work afoot; and he had hardly reached this conclusion when his mind took a further leap and he guessed the identity of the soft…footed person below。 It could be none but his old friend Lord Wisbeach; known to 〃the boys〃 as Gentleman Jack。 It surprised him that he had not thought of this before。 Then it surprised him that; after the talk they had only a few hours earlier in that very room; Gentleman Jack should have dared to risk this raid。
At this moment the blackness was relieved as if by the striking of a match。 The man below had brought an electric torch into play; and now Jimmy could see clearly。 He had been right in his surmise。 It was Lord Wisbeach。 He was kneeling in front of the safe。 What he was doing to the safe; Jimmy could not see; for the man's body was in the way; but the electric torch shone on his face; lighting up grim; serious features quite unlike the amiable and slightly vacant mask which his lordship was wont to present to the world。 As Jimmy looked; something happened in the pool of light beyond his vision。 Gentleman Jack gave a muttered exclamation of satisfaction; and then Jimmy saw that the door of the safe had swung open。 The air was full of a penetrating smell of scorch