After supper Jasper told his story briefly, and confirmed the favorable impression he had already begun to make. Mr. Fitch cast aside his lingering remnant of suspicion, and promised his good offices in procuring him employment.
"After you have seen this man and paid him the money," he said, "come to my counting-room, and we will talk over your affairs."
The evening was spent socially, little Harry, of course, being the central object of interest. The little fellow appeared to have taken a great fancy to Jasper, and was unwilling to have him go the next day. He was not reconciled till Jasper promised to come back.
CHAPTER XXIII.
WHERE JASPER FOUND d.i.c.k.
To find the address given by the kidnapper was not difficult. It was only necessary to look over a plan of the city, which Jasper did in Mr.
Fitch"s counting-room.
"Come back when your business is over," said the merchant.
"I will," said Jasper.
He set out with one hundred and fifty dollars in his pocket for 132 S---- Street.
We will precede him.
It was a shabby house of two stories, with a wide front. It looked dilapidated and neglected, but except that it was in an unsavory neighborhood there was nothing to draw attention to it, or lead to the impression that it was the haunt of lawbreakers and desperate characters.
In a back room sat three men, one of whom we recognize as the kidnapper, d.i.c.k, alias Mark Mortimer. Of the other two, one was under twenty-five, with a reckless, dare-devil look, as of one who would stop at little in his criminal schemes. He had more than once been engaged in burglary, but as yet had escaped detection.
The third was a stout, square-built man, of middle age, with a heavy, brutal face, such as might belong to a prize-fighter. He, too, was a burglar, an accomplished counterfeiter, a gambler, who supplemented luck by various swindling devices, in which he was an adept. This man was known as Slippery Bill, while his young companion was Jack, with a choice of last names.
The three men were playing a game of euchre, with a pack of greasy cards. The time was half-past eleven in the forenoon.
"It"s most time for the boy to come," said d.i.c.k, looking toward the clock.
"How do you know but he"ll give you the slip?" suggested Jack.
"If he did I"d break his neck!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, hastily. "But he won"t.
Leastways he won"t if he can help it."
"It strikes me, d.i.c.k," said Bill, "that you ought never to have asked him to come here."
"Why not?"
"Who"s to tell but he may bring company?" continued the stout man.
"What kind of company?"
"The police."
"He won"t," said d.i.c.k.
"How do you know?"
"I"ll trust him. He"s a good "un."
"How long have you known him, that you speak with so much confidence?"
inquired the younger man.
"Since yesterday morning," answered d.i.c.k, cornered.
The two men burst into a boisterous laugh.
"Why, d.i.c.k, you"re as innocent as a baby. You haven"t knowed this chap more"n twenty-four hours, and you"ll stake your life on him."
"Laugh as much as you like," said d.i.c.k, stubbornly. "I ought to speak up for my own nephew."
"Your nephew!" exclaimed his two companions, in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"What I say. He"s my sister"s son."
"A minute ago you said you never saw him till yesterday," said the stout man, suspiciously.
"No more I did. My sister lives at the East."
"Has she sent him to you to be brought up in the way he should go?"
asked Jack, with a sneer.
"No; the boy"s run away. He came across me by chance."
"That"s better," said Bill, partially rea.s.sured. "He won"t be likely to betray you--not now--but he may inform against this place."
"I"ll answer for him."
"Are you going to let him go as soon as he brings the money, or will he stay with you?"
"Oh, he"ll go. I can"t take care of a lad like him. I"ve other fish to fry."
"Suppose we keep him and train him up to our business?"
"He ain"t the right sort for that."
"Shows the white feather, eh?"
"No; he"s as brave as any boy I ever saw."
"What"s the matter, then?"
"He"s too honest and virtuous."