"Yes. Power"s a pretty good thing to have. You can--" He looked out of the window and licked his lips in a sort of reverie. He suddenly opened and closed his hand with a gesture of crushing. "Power and money go togither?" And still smiling, with a farewell nod, he noiselessly withdrew and closed the door.
When he was gone I was conscious of a feeling of intense relief, and also of intense antagonism--a feeling I had never had for but one man before--Peck: a feeling which I never got rid of.
One evening a little later I missed Dix. He usually came home even when he strayed off, which was not often, unless as happened he went with Elsa, for whom he had conceived a great fondness, and who loved and petted him in return. It had come to be a great bond between the girl and me, and I think the whole family liked me the better for the dog"s love of the daughter. But this evening he did not appear; I knew he was not with Elsa, for I remembered he had been in my office during the afternoon, and in consequence I spent an unhappy night. All sorts of visions floated before my mind, from the prize-ring to the vivisection table. I rather inclined to the former; for I knew his powerful chest and loins and his scarred shoulders would commend him to the fancy. I thought I remembered that he had gone out of my office just before I left and had gone down the steps which led to the alley I have mentioned. This he sometimes did. I recalled that I was thinking of Miss Eleanor Leigh and had not seen or thought of him between the office and my home.
I was so disturbed about him by bedtime that I went out to hunt for him and returned to my office by the same street I had walked through in the afternoon. When I reached the building in which my office was, I turned into the alley I have mentioned and went up the back stairway. It was now after midnight and it was as black as pitch. When I reached my office, thinking that I might by a bare possibility have locked him in, I opened the door and walked in, closing it softly behind me. The window looked out on the well left for light and air, and was open, and as I opened the door a light was reflected through the window on my wall. I stepped up to close the window and, accidentally looking across the narrow well to see where the light came from, discovered that it was in the back office of Coll McSheen, in which were seated Mr. McSheen and the sour-looking man I had seen on the train with the silk hat and the paste diamond studs, and of all persons in the world, Peck! The name Leigh caught my ear and I involuntarily stopped without being aware that I was listening. As I looked the door opened and a man I recognized as the janitor of the building entered and with him a negro waiter, bearing two bottles of champagne and three gla.s.ses. For a moment I felt as though I had been dreaming. For the negro was Jeams. I saw the recognition between him and Peck, and Jeams"s white teeth shone as Peck talked about him. I heard him say:
"No, suh, I don" know nuthin" "t all about him. Ise got to look out for myself. Yes, suh, got a good place an" I"m gwine to keep it!"
He had opened the bottles and poured out the wine, and McSheen gave him a note big enough to make him bow very low and thank him volubly. When he had withdrawn Peck said:
"You"ve got to look out for that rascal. He"s an awfully smart scoundrel."
"Oh! I"ll own him, body and soul," said McSheen.
"I wouldn"t have him around me."
"Don"t worry--he won"t fool me. If he does--" He opened and closed his fist with the gesture I had seen him use the first day he paid me a visit.
"Well, let"s to business," he said when they had drained their gla.s.ses.
He looked at the other men. "What do you say, Wringman?"
"You pay me the money and I"ll bring the strike all right," said the Labor-leader, "and I"ll deliver the vote, too. In ten days there won"t be a wheel turning on his road. I"ll order every man out that wears a West Line cap or handles a West Line tool."
The "West Line"! This was what the street-car line was called which ran out into the poor section of the city where I lived, which Mr. Leigh controlled.
"That"s all right. I"ll keep my part. D----n him! I want to break him.
I"ll show him who runs this town. With his d----d airs."
"That"s it," said Peck, leaning forward. "It"s your road or his. That"s the way I figure it." He rubbed his hands with satisfaction. "I am with you, my friends. You can count on the Poole interest backing you."
"You"ll keep the police off?" said the Labor-leader.
"Will I? Watch "em!" McSheen poured out another gla.s.s, and offered the bottle to Peck, who declined it.
"Then it"s all right. Well, you"d better make a cash payment down at the start," said the Labor-leader.
McSheen swore. "Do you think I have a bank in my office, or am a faro dealer, that I can put up a pile like that at midnight? Besides, I"ve always heard there"re two bad paymasters--the one that don"t pay at all and the one "t pays in advance. You deliver the goods."
"Oh! Come off," said the other. "If you ain"t a faro dealer, you own a bank--and you"ve a bar-keeper. Mick"s got it down-stairs, if you ain"t.
So put up, or you"ll want money sure enough. I know what that strike"s worth to you."
McSheen rose and at that moment I became aware of the impropriety of what I was doing, for I had been absolutely absorbed watching Peck, and I moved back, as I did so, knocking over a chair. At the sound the light was instantly extinguished and I left my office and hurried down the stairs, wondering when the blow was to fall.
The afternoon following my surprise of the conference in McSheen"s back room, there was a knock at my door and Peck walked into my office. I was surprised to see what a man-of-fashion air he had donned. He appeared really glad to see me and was so cordial that I almost forgot my first feeling of shame that he should find me in such manifestly straitened circ.u.mstances, especially as he began to talk vaguely of a large case he had come out to look after, and I thought he was on the verge of asking me to represent his client.
"You know we own considerable interests out here both in the surface lines and in the P. D. & B. D.," he said airily.
"No, I did not know you did. I remember that Mr. Poole once talked to me about some outstanding interests in the P. D. & B. D., and I made some little investigation at the time; I came to the conclusion that his interest had lapsed; but he never employed me."
"Yes, that"s a part of the interests I speak of. Mr. Poole is a very careful man."
"Very. Well, you see I have learned my lesson. I have learned economy, at least," I laughed in reply to his question of how I was getting along in my new home. He took as he asked it an appraising glance at the poor little office.
"A very important lesson to learn," he said sententiously. "I am glad I learned it early." He was so smug that I could not help saying,
"You were always economical?"
"Yes, I hope so. I always mean to be. You get much work?"
"No, not much--yet; still, you know, I always had a knack of getting business," I said. "My trouble was that I used to disdain small things and I let others attend to them. I know better than that now. I don"t think I have any right to complain."
"Oh--I suppose you have to put in night work, too, then?" he added, after a pause.
This then was the meaning of his call. He wished to know whether I had seen him in Coll McSheen"s office the night before. He had delivered himself into my hands. So, I answered lightly.
"Oh! yes, sometimes."
I had led him up to the point and I knew now he was afraid to take a step further. He sheered off.
"Well, tell me something," he said, "if you don"t mind. Do you know Mr.
Leigh?"
"What Mr. Leigh?"
"Mr. Walter Leigh, the banker."
"I don"t mind telling you at all that I do not."
"Oh!"
I thought he was going to offer me a case; but Peck was economical. He already had one lawyer.
"I had a letter of introduction to him from Mr. Poole," I said. "But you can say to Mr. Poole that I never presented it."
"Oh! Ah! Well--I"ll tell him."
"Do."
"Do you know Mr. McSheen?"
I nodded "Yes."
"Do you know him well?"
"Does any one know him well?" I parried.
"He has an office in this building?"