"I don"t know--you see, it"s this way. Gladwin and I only found it out this afternoon--quite by accident. And we decided to save her."
"That"s enough--stop!" cried Mrs. Burton. "You"re talking all this nonsense to detain us. But I won"t stay a minute longer. Come, Sadie, we will go to the police station. I"ll never rest until I have that monster in jail."
And with another dagger glance at Barnes she swept her niece and herself out of the room and out of the house to the waiting automobile.
Barnes gripped his forehead in both hands to steady his reeling brain.
"Isn"t that just like a woman," he complained. "After explaining explicitly she"s going to have him arrested. But, by Jove! I must find Travers and warn him that the police are on his track."
Seizing his hat and stick he rushed out into the night, just in time to see Mrs. Burton"s--or rather Jabez Hogg"s--big car glide away from the curb and shoot down the avenue like a vast projectile.
CHAPTER XXV.
PHELAN MEETS HIS UNIFORM AGAIN.
About the time the Gladwin mansion was ringing with the shrill staccato outbursts of Mrs. Elvira Burton, the owner of that luxurious dwelling was leaning against the Central Park wall a few blocks away engaged in earnest conversation with a small boy.
"You ought to be in bed," the young man was saying, severely, looking down at the lad and noting how thinly he was clad and yet how little he appeared to suffer from the sting of the chill night air.
"Bed nuttin"," responded the boy, curtly. "I"m lookin" fer me dog. Did yez seen him go by--he"s a t"oroughbred an" lost one ear battlin" with a bull."
"Oh, so you"re her brother, then," laughed Gladwin.
"Who"s brudder?" asked the boy, suspiciously.
"May"s," said Gladwin, "or I should say the brother of Miss May Henny."
"Hully gee!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the boy. "Did dat kid skin out too after me an" the old man tellin" her to stay in bed an" shut up her bellerin?"
"Yes," said Gladwin, "and the young lady, with my aid, found the valuable animal you are searching for--a black dog with a white spot over the right eye and no tail."
"Hully gee!" cried the boy, ecstatically. "She found him, eh? Well, who"d a-t"ought it, an" me lookin" fer him tree hours. Where did she find him, officer? His name"s Mike--named after me old man"s boss what bites nails."
"We found him in the park in company with a disreputable friend," said Gladwin.
"A yaller mut?" asked the boy, with a contemptuous emphasis on the _mut_. "Dat"s the janitor"s dog an" he"s nottin" but a tramp. I wisht he"d fall in de river an" get et by a catfish."
"I wouldn"t wish him all that hard luck," laughed Gladwin, "for he had a large bone he was sharing with Mike. I was watching them over the park wall when May came along. I sent them all, and the bone, home in a taxicab."
"In a which?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the boy, while his eyes popped.
"In a taxi," said Gladwin, lightly.
"Aw, say," and the little chap"s jaw fell, "now I know you"re kiddin".
Where"d May git the price of a taxi, an""----
"Oh, I arranged all that," the uniformed mystery explained rea.s.suringly, "and if you"d like I"ll call one for you. You look pretty tired. I guess you"ve walked a good many miles on the trail of Mike."
The youngster tried to speak, but could not. The very thought of a ride in a taxicab froze his brain. Gladwin took him by the hand and led him to the curb.
"Now, would you prefer a yellow or a red one?" he asked. "There"s all kinds going by."
"Yaller," cried the boy. "I likes them best."
They had only a moment to wait, when one of the mystic yellow hue cruised round a corner and came toward them. Gladwin hailed it and the chauffeur stopped with a wondering look at the pair.
Gladwin had a bill ready in his hand and pa.s.sed it up to the chauffeur.
"Take this boy over to No. 287 East Eightieth street," commanded Gladwin, "and whatever you"ve got left out of the tenspot above what the meter registers, split the change with the boy. And as for you son, patting the urchin on the head, you keep your eye peeled on the meter."
"Gee! Will I?" responded the boy, and as Gladwin opened the door he hopped in and took up a perch where he could best observe the fascinating operations of the register.
The chauffeur, a bullet-headed, cross-eyed individual, squinted at the bill half a dozen times before he stowed it away in his pocket and set the meter. Then he made a swift, fierce scrutiny of Travers Gladwin"s face, shook his head, swallowed a mouthful of oaths, threw in the clutch and spurted diagonally for the cross street.
As he vanished, the uniformed similitude of Officer 666 consulted his watch, made out that it was almost 10.30 and strode rapidly in the direction of his home. He wore a smile that was fairly refulgent.
"Wouldn"t have missed this night patrol for a hundred thousand," he said inwardly--"and they say that the life of a patrolman is a monotonous drudgery."
Arriving at the stoop of his home he reconnoitered the avenue in both directions and then looked up at the black windows of the house. A sudden lull had come upon the neighborhood and there seemed not a soul stirring. He sped lightly up the stoop and let himself in. He was surprised to find the lights burning brilliantly in the drawing-room and no sign of Barnes. The heavy curtains, he saw, were carefully arranged to prevent the merest ray of light from showing outside. He took the further precaution, however, of turning off all but the single globe in one lamp.
He speculated on the disappearance of Barnes until he heard a stealthy step approaching through the corridor that led to the kitchen. Without noise he glided to the window and concealed himself behind the curtains.
He had scarcely hidden himself when the hinged panel that answered for a door opened slowly and the countenance of Michael Phelan protruded itself into the room. The Phelan shoulders and embonpoint, still in negligee, followed. Taking a cautious step forward he uttered behind his hand:
"Pst! Pst! Hey, youse there!"
There was no answer, and Phelan worked his head round like a wary weazel, muttering:
"Who was that woman, I wonder? She must have took that Slim Jim away with her. Musha! Musha! If they should call the police. Bad cess to that feller an" his five hundred dollar bill. Murther! Murther! I"m done fer!"
Travers Gladwin had stepped out of the folds of the curtain.
"Hey, there!" he blurted. "What are youse up to?"
"Howly Saint Pathrick! I"m gone now, sure!" groaned Phelan, and trembled where he stood.
"Come, come, Officer 666," laughed Gladwin, "I"m only your ghost."
Phelan exhaled a tremendous sigh of relief.
"The Lord be praised if it ain"t yez!" he exclaimed, delightedly. "But where did ye get that disguise?"
"At a hair store--Madam Flynn"s on Avenue A--do you like it?" laughed the young man. "I didn"t want any of my friends or neighbors to recognize me, you know."
"But fer the love o" heaven where have yez been all the time?" asked Phelan, sinking into a chair and breathing hard.
"Patrolling my beat--I mean your beat," returned the young man, "and keeping my eye out for my friend the burglar. Oh, I"ve had quite a party. When I got hungry I sent to the Plaza for lunch and sat on the park wall and ate it. And, by the way, I saw a friend of mine coming along in an automobile and I arrested him for speeding."