the drums of jeopardy-第4章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!
He walked the streets; his glance constantly roving。 But apparently
no one paid the least attention to him。 Finally he returned to the
railway station; and at six o'clock that evening he left the platform
of the 125th Street Station; and appraised covertly the men who
accompanied him to the street。 He felt assured that they were all
Americans。 Probably they were; but there are still some stray fools
of American birth who cannot accept the great American doctrine as
the only Ararat visible in this present flood。 Perhaps one of these
accompanied Hawksley to the street。 Whatever he was; one had upon
order met every south…going train since seven o'clock that morning;
when Quasimodo; paying from the gold hidden in his belt; had sent
forth the telegraphic alarm。 The man hurried across the street and
followed Hawksley by matching his steps。 His business was merely to
learn the other's destination and then to report。
Across the earth a tempest had been loosed; but Ariel did not ride
it; Caliban did。 The scythe of terror was harvesting a type; and
the innocent were bending with the guilty。
Suddenly Hawksley felt young; revivified; free。 He had arrived。
Surmounting indescribable hazards and hardships he walked the
pavement of New York。 In an hour the mutable quicksands of a great
city would swallow him forever。 Free! He wanted to stroll about;
peer into shop windows; watch the amazing electric signs; dally;
but he still had much to accomplish。
He searched for a telephone sign。 It was necessary that he find
one immediately。 He had once spent six weeks in and about this
marvellous city; and he had a vague recollection of the
blue…and…white enamel signs。 Shortly he found one。 It was a
pay station in the rear of a news and tobacco shop。
He entered a booth; but discovered that he had no five…cent pieces
in his purse。 He hurried out to the girl behind the cigar stand。
She was exhibiting a box of cigars to a customer; who selected
three; paid for them; and walked away。 Hawksley; boiling with
haste to have his affair done; flung a silver coin toward the girl。
〃Five…cent pieces!〃
〃Will you take them with you or shall I send them?〃 asked the girl;
earnestly。
〃I beg pardon!〃
〃Any particular kind of ribbon you want the box tied with?〃
〃I beg your pardon!〃 repeated Hawksley; harried and bewildered。
〃But I'm in a hurry … 〃
〃Too much of a hurry to leave out the bark when you ask a favour?
I make change out of courtesy。 And you all bark at me Nickel!
Nickel! as if that was my job。〃
〃A thousand apologies!〃 … contritely。
〃And don't make it any worse by suggesting a movie after supper。
My mother never lets me go out after dark。〃
〃I rather fancy she's quite sensible。 Still; you seem able to
take care of yourself。 I might suggest …〃
〃With that black eye? Nay; nay! I'll bet somebody's brother gave
it to you。〃
〃Venus was not on that occasion in ascendancy。 Thank you for the
change。〃 Hawksley swung on his heel and reentered the booth。
A great weariness oppressed him。 A longing; almost irresistible;
came to him to go out and cry aloud: 〃Here I am! Kill me! I am
tired and done!〃 For he had recognized the purchaser of the cigars
as one of the men who had left the 125th Street Station at the same
time as he。 He remembered distinctly that this man had been in a
hurry。 Perhaps the whole dizzy affair was reacting upon his
imagination psychologically and turning harmless individuals into
enemies。
〃Hello!〃 said a man's voice over the wire。
〃Is Mr。 Rathbone there?〃
〃Captain Rathbone is with his regiment at Coblenz; sir。〃
〃Coblenz?〃
〃Yes; sir。 I do not expect his return until near midsummer; sir。
Who is this talking?〃
〃Have you opened a cable from Yokohama?〃
〃This is Mr。 Hawksley!〃 The voice became excited。
〃Oh; sir! You will come right away。 I alone understand; sir。 You
will remember me when you see me。 I'm the captain's butler; sir
… Jenkins。 He cabled back to give you the entire run of the house
as long as you desired it。 He advised me to notify you that he had
also prepared his banker against your arrival。 Have your luggage
sent here at once; sir。 Dinner will be at your convenience。〃
Hawksley's body relaxed。 A lump came into his throat。 Here was a
friend; anyhow; ready to serve him though he was thousands of miles
away。
When he could trust himself to speak he said: 〃Sorry。 It will be
impossible to accept the hospitality at present。 I shall call in
a few days; however; to establish my identity。 Thank you。 Good
evening。〃
〃Just a moment; sir。 I may have an important cable to transmit to
you。 It would be wise to leave me your address; sir。〃
Hawksley hesitated a moment。 After all; he could trust this perfect
old servant; whom he remembered。 He gave the address。
As he came out of the booth the girl stretched forth an arm to
detain him。 He stopped。
〃I'm sorry I spoke like that;〃 she said。 〃But I'm so tired! I've
been on my feet all day; and everybody's been barking and growling;
and if I'd taken in as many nickels as I've passed out in change the
boss would be rich。〃
〃Give me a dozen of those roses there。〃 She sold flowers also。
〃The pink ones。 How much?〃 he asked。
〃Two…fifty。〃
He laid down the money。 〃Never mind the box。 They are for you。
Good evening。〃
The girl stared at the flowers as Ali Baba must have stared at the
cask with rubies。
〃For me!〃 she whispered。 〃For nothing!〃
Her eyes blurred。 She never saw Hawksley again; but that was of
no importance。 She had a gentle deed to put away in the lavender
of recollection。
Outside Hawksley could see nothing of the man who had bought the
cigars。 At any rate; further dodging would be useless。 He would
go directly to his destination。 Old Gregor had sent him a duplicate
key to the apartment。 He could hide there for a day or two; then
visit Rathbone's banker at his residence in the night to establish
his identity。 Gregor could be trusted to carry the wallet and the
pouch to the bank。 Once these were walled in steel half the battle
would be over。 He would have nothing to guard thereafter but his
life。 He laughed brokenly。 Nothing but the clothes he stood in。
He never could claim the belongings he had been forced to leave in
that hotel back yonder。 But there was loyal old Gregor。 Somebody
would be honestly glad to see him。 The poor old chap! Astonishing;
but of late he was always thinking in English。
He hailed the first free taxicab he saw; climbed in; and was driven
downtown。 He looked back constantly。 Was he followed? There was
no way of telling。 The street was alive with vehicles tearing
north and south; with frequent stoppage for the passage of those
racing east and west。 The destination of Hawksley's cab was an
old…fashioned apartment house in Eightieth Street。
Gregor would have a meal ready; and it struck Hawksley forcibly
that he was hungry; that he had not touched food since the night
before。 Gregor; valeting in a hotel; pressing coats and trousers
and sewing on buttons! Groggy old world; wasn't it? Gregor;
pressing the trousers of the hoi polloi! Gregor; who could have
sent New York mad with that old Stradivarius of his! But Gregor
was wise。 Safety for him lay in obscurity; and what was more
obscure than a hotel valet?
He did not seek the elevator but mounted the first flight of stairs。
He saw two doors; one on each side of the landing。 He sought one;
stooped and peered at the card over the bell。 Conover。 Gregor's
was opposite。 Having a key he did not knock but unlocked the door
and stepped into the dark hall。
〃Stefani Gregor?〃 he called; joyously。 〃Stefani; my old friend; it
is I!〃
Silence。 But that was understandable。 Either Gregor had not
returned from his labours or he was out gathering the essentials
for the evening meal。 Judging from the variety of odours that swam
the halls of this human warren many suppers were in the process of
making; and the top flavour was garlic。 He sniffed pleasurably。
Not that the smell of garlic quickened his hunger。 It merely sent
his thought galloping backward a score of years。