Ten minutes elapsed; the closet door opened, and a ragged, dirty looking individual entered the library. The boy jumped to his feet in astonishment, and exclaimed--
"Why, old fellow, how the devil came _you_ here?"
"Hush," said Frank--"I am the man who accompanied you thro" the Vaults last night, and I am also the gentleman who bailed you to-day. Now listen; you can do me a service. You know that the Dead Man, Fred Archer and myself are to enter this house to-night; the two burglars little think that I am the master of the house. It is my intention to entrap those two villains. Take this pistol; conceal yourself in that closet, and remain quiet until you hear the noise of a struggle; then rush to the scene of the conflict, and aid me and the officers in capturing the two miscreants. Rather than either of them should escape, shoot him thro" the head. I am inclined to think that you will prove faithful to me; be honest, and in me you have secured a friend. But I must enlist another person in our cause."
He rang a bell, and Dennis, the Irish footman, made his appearance. This individual was not surprised to see his master arrayed in that strange garb, for he had often a.s.sisted him in similar disguises. Dennis was a large, raw-looking Hibernian, yet possessing an honest open countenance.--Frank explained to him in a few words the state of the case, and the nature of the service required of him; and honest Dennis was delighted with the opportunity of displaying his personal prowess, and fidelity to his master.
"Och, be the powers!" he exclaimed--"it"s nather a sword nor a pistol I want at all, but only a nate little bit of shillalab in my fist, to bate the thieves of the worruld, and scatter them like the praste scatters the divil wid holy water."
"Very well," said Frank--"now, _Kinchen_, you will take your station in the closet, for fear you should be seen by the servants, and you, Dennis, will bring him up some refreshments, and then attend to your ordinary duties as usual. Say not a word to anybody in regard to this affair, and give the other servants to understand that I have gone out, and will not return until tomorrow morning. I shall now leave the house, and at about midnight you may expect me, accompanied by the burglars."
Saying this, Frank quitted the mansion by a private stair-case. Turning into Ca.n.a.l street, he walked towards the Bowery, and not far from where that broad thoroughfare joins Chatham street, he ascended the steps of a dwelling-house, and knocked gently at the door; it was soon opened by the young courtezan with whom Frank had pa.s.sed the night at the commencement of this tale. She did not recognize the visitor in his altered garb, until he had whispered a few words in her ear, and then uttering an exclamation of pleasure, she requested him to follow her up-stairs.
Frank complied, and after seating himself in the well-remembered chamber, related to the young woman, as briefly as possible, the circ.u.mstances under which he had met her husband, Fred Archer, and the share he was to take in the burglary. He concluded by saying--
"I am sure, Mrs. Archer, that you will rejoice in the prospect of getting rid of such a husband. Once convicted and sent to the State Prison, he has no further claim upon you. You will be as effectually separated from him as though you were divorced."
"I shall be most happy," said Mrs. Archer--"to escape from the tyrannical power of that bad man. He has used me brutally of late, and I have often suffered for the common necessaries of life. Oh, how gladly would I abandon the dreadful trade of prost.i.tution and live a life of virtue!"
"And so you shall, by Heavens!" cried Frank, in the warmth of his generous nature. "Take courage, madam, and after the affairs of tonight are settled, your welfare shall be my special care. I will endeavor to procure you a comfortable home in some respectable family, where--"
At this moment the street door was opened, and some one was heard ascending the stairs.
"It is my husband!" whispered Mrs. Archer, and pointing to the bed, she requested Frank to conceal himself behind the curtains; he did so, and in a moment more, Fred Archer entered the room, and threw himself into a chair.
"Well, by G----!" he exclaimed--"it seems impossible for a man to make a living these times! Here I am, without a cursed cent in my pocket.
Maria, what money have you in the house?"
"I have no money, Frederick," replied his wife.
"No money--you lie, cursed strumpet! What do you do with the gains of your prost.i.tution?"
"As G.o.d is my witness," replied the wretched woman, bursting into tears--"I have not received a cent for the past week; I have even suffered for food; and the lady threatens to turn me out of doors this very night, if the rent is not paid. I know not what to do."
"Do!--why, d----n you, do as other w----s do; go and parade Broadway, until you pick up a flat--ha, ha, ha!" and the ruffian laughed brutally.
After a pause, he added--
"Well, I"ve got an appointment tonight, at eleven o"clock; a little job is to be done, that will fill my pocket with shiners. But don"t you expect to get a farthing of the money--no, d----n you, you must earn your living as other prost.i.tutes earn it. Good bye--I"m off."
He departed, and Frank emerged from his hiding place. "What a beastly scoundrel that fellow is!" he thought, as he gazed with pity at the weeping and wretched wife. He was about to address her with some words of comfort, when a loud knocking was heard on the chamber door. Mrs.
Archer started, and whispered to Frank that it was the landlady, come to demand her rent--she then in a louder tone, requested the person to walk in.
A stout, vulgar looking woman entered the room and having violently shut the door and placed her back to it, said--
"I"ve come, Missus, or Miss, or whatever you are, to see if so be you can pay me my rent, as has now been due better nor four weeks, and you can"t deny it, either."
"I am sorry to say, madam," replied Mrs. Archer,"that I am still unable to pay you. My husband has left me no money, and--"
"Then you will please to bundle out of this house as soon as possible,"
retorted the woman, fiercely. "What am I to let my furnished rooms to a lazy, good-for-nothing hussy like you, as is too proud to work and too good to go out and look for company in the streets, and can"t pay me, an honest, hard-working woman, her rent! Am I to put up with--"
"Silence, woman!" interrupted Frank--"do not abuse this unfortunate female in this manner! Have you no sympathy--no pity?"
"And who are _you_, sir?" demanded the virago, dreadfully enraged--"how dare _you_ interfere, you dirty, ragged, vagabond? Come, tramp out of this, both of you, this very instant, or I shall call in them as will make you!"
Frank made no reply, but very composedly drew from his pocket a handful of silver and gold; at the sight of the money, the landlady"s eyes and mouth opened in astonishment--and her manner, from being most insufferably insolent, changed to the most abject servility.
"Oh, sir," she said, simpering and curtsying--"I am sure I always had the greatest respect for Mrs. Archer, and I hope that neither you nor her will think hard of me for what I said--I only meant--"
"That will do," cried Frank, contemptuously--and having inquired the amount due, paid her, and then desired her to withdraw, which she did, with many servile apologies for her insolent rudeness.
The young gentleman then prevailed upon Mrs. Archer to accept of a sum of money sufficient to place her beyond immediate want, and promised to call upon her again in a few days and see what could be done for her future subsistence. She thanked him for his kindness with tears in her eyes; and bidding her farewell, he left the house, and proceeded towards the Five Points.
He had no difficulty in finding the "forty-foot cave," the entrance of the Dark Vaults; but, previous to descending, curiosity prompted him to step into the _crib_ of b.l.o.o.d.y Mike, to see what was going on. He found the place crowded with a motley collection of vagrants, prost.i.tutes, negroes and petty thieves; Ragged Pete was engaged in singing a shocking obscene song, the others joined in the chorus. Clothed in filthy rags, and stupidly drunk, was the man whom Frank had seen the night before so handsomely dressed; b.l.o.o.d.y Mike, who had "peeled" his coat, had since become the possessor of all his other genteel raiment, giving the poor wretch in exchange as much "blue ruin" as he could drink, and the cast-off garments of a chimney-sweep!
b.l.o.o.d.y Mike welcomed Frank with enthusiasm, and introduced him to the company as the "gintleman that had thrated all hands last night." At this announcement, the dingy throng gave a loud shout of applause, and crowded about him to shake his hand and a.s.sure him how glad they were to see him. These demonstrations of regard were anything but pleasing to our hero, who threw a dollar upon the counter, inviting them all to drink; and, while they were crowding around the bar to receive their liquor, he made his escape from the _crib_, and sought the entrance to the Dark Vaults. Having reached the bottom of the "forty-foot cave" in safety, he proceeded cautiously along the dark pa.s.sage which he had before traversed, and pa.s.sing thro" the first Vault, soon emerged into the cavern of the desperadoes. Here he was met by Fred Archer and the Dead Man, who had been waiting for him.
"Ah, old fellow," said the latter worthy--"here you are; it"s somewhat before the appointed time, but so much the better. Put it down and drink a b.u.mper of brandy to the success of our enterprise."
The three seated themselves at the table, and remained over an hour drinking, smoking and conversing. Frank partook very sparingly of the liquor, but the others drank freely. At last the Dead Man arose, and announced that it was time to go. He then began to make his preparations.
Retiring for a short time to an inner cavern, he returned with his arms full of various articles. First, there were three large horse pistols, two of which he gave to his companions, retaining one for himself; then he produced three cloaks to be worn by them, the better to conceal any booty which they might carry off. There was also a dark lantern, and various implements used by burglars. The Dead Man then proceeded to adjust a mask over his hideous face, which so completely disguised him, that not one of his most intimate acquaintances would have known him.
The mask was formed of certain flexible materials, and being colored with singular truthfulness to nature, bore a most wonderful resemblance to a human face. The Dead Man, who, without it, carried in his countenance the loathsome appearance of a putrefying corpse, with it was transformed into a person of comely looks. All the preparations being now complete, the party took up their line of march, under the directions of the Dead Man. To Frank"s surprise, that worthy did not lead the way out of the cavern by means of the "forty-foot cave," but proceeded in a different course, along a pa.s.sage, dark and damp, its obscurity but partially dispelled by the dim rays of the dark lantern, which was carried by the leader. After traversing this pa.s.sage for a considerable distance, the Dead Man suddenly paused, and said to Frank--
"You are not acquainted with the Secret Outlet to these Vaults--and as you are not yet a Knight of the Round Table, I dare not trust you, a stranger, with the knowledge of it, until you join us, and prove yourself to be trustworthy. Therefore, we must blindfold you, until we reach the streets above. This is a precaution we use by every stranger who goes out this way."
"But why do you not leave the Vaults by the "forty-foot cave" thro"
which I entered?" demanded Frank, who was fearful of some treachery.
"Because," answered the Dead Man--"there are police officers in disguise constantly lurking around the entrance of that cave, ready to arrest the first suspicious character who may come forth. You were not arrested last night, because you were unknown to the police--but I, or Fred here, would be taken in a jiffy."
"How would they know _you_ in the disguise of that mask?" asked Frank.
"They might recognise me by my form--my gait--my air--my speech--d.a.m.n it, they would almost know me by my smell! At all events, I prefer not to risk myself, while there is a safe outlet here. But, if you hesitate, you can return the way you came, and we will abandon the undertaking."
"No," said Frank--"I will proceed."
The Dead Man bound a handkerchief tightly over Frank"s eyes, and led him forward some distance; at length he was desired to step up about a foot, which he did, and found himself standing upon what appeared to be a wooden platform. The other two took their places beside him, and then he heard a noise similar to that produced by the turning of an iron crank; at the same time he became sensible that they were slowly ascending.
Soon a dull, sluggish sound was heard, like the trickling of muddy water; and a foetid odor entered the nostrils, similar to the loathsome exhalations of a stagnant pool. Up, up they went, until Frank began to think that they must have attained a vast height from the place whence they had started; but at last the noise of the crank ceased, the platform stood still, and the Dead Man, after conversing for a short time in whispers with some person, took hold of Frank"s arm, and led him forward thro" what appeared to be an entry. A door was opened, they pa.s.sed out, and Frank, feeling the keen air, and snow beneath his feet, knew that they were in the open streets of the city. After walking some distance, and turning several corners the bandage was removed from his eyes, and he found himself in Pearl street, the Dead Man walking by his side, and Fred following on behind.
They soon turned into Broadway, and in less than ten minutes had reached the mansion of Mr. Sydney. The streets were silent and deserted for the hour was late; and the Dead Man whispered to his companions--
"We can now enter the house un.o.bserved. In case of surprise, we must not hesitate to _kill_, sooner than be taken. I will now give the signal."
He gave a low and peculiar whistle, and after the lapse of a few moments, repeated it. Instantly, the hall door was noiselessly opened by a person whom Frank recognized as Davis, the butler. The Dead Man beckoned the two others to follow him into the hall, which they did, and the door was closed.
Five minutes after they had entered the house two men who had been concealed behind a pile of bricks and rubbish on the opposite side of the street, crossed over, and pa.s.sing around to the rear of the house, obtained access to the garden thro" the back gate which had been purposely left unfastened for them. These two men were police officers, who had been for some time on the watch for the burglars. They entered the house thro" the kitchen window, and stationed themselves upon the stairs, in readiness to rush to the a.s.sistance of Frank, as soon as he should give the appointed signal.
Meantime, the Dead Man had raised the slide of his dark lantern, and by its light he led the way into the back parlor, followed by the others.