Later he sauntered off on slightly unsteady legs to promenade himself in the lobby and Peac.o.c.k Alley.
Three men left the barroom when he left. They continued to keep him in view.
Although he became no drunker, he grew politer after every drink--also whiter in the face--and the bluish, bruised look deepened under his eyes.
But he was a Chesterfield in manners; he did not stare at any of the lively young persons in Peac.o.c.k Alley, who seemed inclined to look pleasantly at him; he made room for them to pa.s.s, hat in hand.
Several times he went to the telephone desk and courteously requested various numbers; and always one of the three men who had been keeping him in view stepped into the adjoining booth, but did not use the instrument.
Several times he strolled through the crowded lobby to the desk and inquired whether there were any messages or visitors for Mr. Kay McKay; and the quiet, penetrating glances of the clerks on duty immediately discovered his state of intoxication but nothing else, except his extreme politeness and the tense whiteness of his face.
Two of the three men who were keeping him in view tried, at various moments, to sc.r.a.pe acquaintance with him in the lobby, and at the bar; and without any success.
The last man, who had again stepped into an adjoining booth while McKay was telephoning, succeeded, by inquiring for McKay at the desk and waiting there while he was being paged.
The card on which this third man of the trio had written bore the name Stanley Brown; and when McKay hailed the page and perused the written name of his visitor he walked carefully back to the lobby--not too fast, because he seemed to realise that his legs, at that time, would not take kindly to speed.
In the lobby the third man approached him:
"Mr. McKay?"
"Mr. Brown?"
"A. I. O. agent," said Brown in a low voice. "You telephoned to Major Biddle, I believe."
McKay inspected him with profound gravity:
"How do," he said. "Ve" gla", m"sure. Ve" kind "f"you come way up here see me. But I gotta see Major Biddle."
"I understand. Major Biddle has asked me to meet you and bring you to him."
"Oh. Ve" kind, "m"sure. Gotta see Major. Confidential. Can" tell anybody "cep Major."
"The Major will meet us at the Pizza, this evening," explained Brown. "Meanwhile, if you will do me the honour of dining with me--"
"Ve" kind. Pleasure, "m"sure. Have li"l drink, Mr. Brown?"
"Not here," murmured Brown. "I"m not in uniform, but I"m known."
"Quite so. Unnerstan" perfec"ly. Won"do. No."
"Had you thought of dressing for dinner?" inquired Mr. Brown carelessly.
McKay nodded, went over to the desk and got his key. But when he returned to Brown he only laughed and shoved the key into his pocket.
"Forgot," he explained. "Just came over. Haven"t any clothes. Got these in Christiania. Ellis Island style. "S"all I"ve got. Good overcoat though." He fumbled at his fur coat as he stood there, slightly swaying.
"We"ll get a drink where I"m not known," said Brown. "I"ll find a taxi."
"Ve" kind," murmured McKay, following him unsteadily to the swinging doors that opened on Long Acre, now so dimly lighted that it was scarcely recognisable.
An icy blast greeted them from the darkness, refreshing McKay for a moment; but in the freezing taxi he sank back as though weary, pulling his beaver coat around him and closing his battered eyes.
"Had a hard time," he muttered. "Feel done in. ... Prisoner. .. .
Gottaway... . Three months making Dutch border.... h.e.l.l. Tell Major all "bout it. Great secret."
"What secret is that?" asked Brown, peering at him intently through the dim light, where he swayed in the corner with every jolt of the taxi.
"Sorry, m"dear fellow. Mussn" ask me that. Gotta tell Major n"no one else."
"But I am the Major"s confidential--"
"Sorry. You"ll "scuse me, "m"sure. Can"t talk Misser Brow!--"gret "ceedingly "cessity reticence. Unnerstan"?"
The taxi stopped before a vaguely lighted saloon on Fifty-ninth Street east of Fifth Avenue. McKay opened his eyes, looked around him in the bitter darkness, stumbled out into the snow on Brown"s arm.
"A quiet, cosy little cafe," said Brown, "where I don"t mind joining you in something hot before dinner."
"Tha.s.so? Fine! Hot Scotch we" good "n"cold day. We"ll havva l"il drink keep us warm "n"snug."
A few respectable-looking men were drinking beer in the cafe as they entered a little room beyond, where a waiter came to them and took Brown"s orders.
Hours later McKay seemed to be no more intoxicated than he had been; no more loquacious or indiscreet. He had added nothing to what he had already disclosed, boasted no more volubly about the "great secret," as he called it.
Now and then he recollected himself and inquired for the "Major,"
but a drink always sidetracked him.
It was evident, too, that Brown was becoming uneasy and impatient to the verge of exasperation, and that he was finally coming to the conclusion that he could do nothing with the man McKay as far as pumping was concerned.
Twice, on pretexts, he left McKay alone in the small room and went into the cafe, where his two companions of the Hotel Astor were seated at a table, discussing sardine sandwiches and dark brew.
"I can"t get a d.a.m.ned thing out of him," he said in a low voice.
"Who the h.e.l.l he is and where he comes from is past me. Had I better fix him and take his key?"
"Yess," nodded one of the other men, "it iss perhaps better that we search now his luggage in his room."
"I guess that"s all we can hope for from this guy. Say! He"s a clam.
And he may be only a jazzer at that."
"He comes on the Peer Gynt this morning. We shall not forget that alretty, nor how he iss calling at those telephones all afternoon."
"He may be a nosey newspaper man--just a fresh souse," said Brown.
"All the same I think I"ll fix him and we"ll go see what he"s got in his room."
The two men rose, paid their reckoning, and went out; Brown returned to the small room, where McKay sat at the table with his curly brown head buried in his arms.
He did not look up immediately when Brown returned--time for the latter to dose the steaming tumbler at the man"s elbow, and slip the little bottle back into his pocket.