I suppose I looked puzzled.
"I mean not a second time," he added hastily. "I know what you"re thinking of, and I got five thousand dollars for it. But now I mean to stick by the men that pay my wages."
"But you"ve told me enough about each of the three to put any one of them in jail."
"Of course, I have," cried Schnitzel triumphantly.
"If I"d let down on any one crowd you"d know I was working for that crowd, so I"ve touched "em all up. Only what I told you about my crowd--isn"t true."
The report we finally drew up was so sensational that I was of a mind to throw it overboard. It accused members of the Cabinet, of our Senate, diplomats, business men of national interest, judges of the Valencia courts, private secretaries, clerks, hired bullies, and filibusters. Men the trust could not bribe it had blackmailed. Those it could not corrupt, and they were pitifully few, it crushed with some disgraceful charge.
Looking over my notes, I said:
"You seem to have made every charge except murder."
"How"d I come to leave that out?" Schnitzel answered flippantly. "What about Coleman, the foreman at Bahia, and that German contractor, Ebhardt, and old Smedburg? They talked too much, and they died of yellow-fever, maybe, and maybe what happened to them was they ate knockout drops in their soup."
I disbelieved him, but there came a sudden nasty doubt.
"Curtis, who managed the company"s plant at Barcelona, died of yellow-fever," I said, "and was buried the same day."
For some time Schnitzel glowered uncertainly at the bulkhead.
"Did you know him?" he asked.
"When I was in the legation I knew him well," I said.
"So did I," said Schnitzel. "He wasn"t murdered. He murdered himself. He was wrong ten thousand dollars in his accounts. He got worrying about it and we found him outside the clearing with a hole in his head. He left a note saying he couldn"t bear the disgrace. As if the company would hold a little grafting against as good a man as Curtis!"
Schnitzel coughed and pretended it was his cigarette.
"You see you don"t put in nothing against him," he added savagely.
It was the first time I had seen Schnitzel show emotion, and I was moved to preach.
"Why don"t you quit?" I said. "You had an A1 job as a stenographer. Why don"t you go back to it?"
"Maybe, some day. But it"s great being your own boss. If I was a stenographer, I wouldn"t be helping you send in a report to the State Department, would I? No, this job is all right. They send you after something big, and you have the devil of a time getting it, but when you get it, you feel like you had picked a hundred-to-one shot."
The talk or the drink had elated him. His fish-like eyes bulged and shone. He cast a quick look about him. Except for ourselves, the smoking-room was empty. From below came the steady throb of the engines, and from outside the whisper of the waves and of the wind through the cordage. A barefooted sailor pattered by to the bridge. Schnitzel bent toward me, and with his hand pointed to his throat.
"I"ve got papers on me that"s worth a million to a certain party," he whispered. "You understand, my notes in cipher."
He scowled with intense mystery.
"I keep "em in an oiled-silk bag, tied around my neck with a string. And here," he added hastily, patting his hip, as though to forestall any attack I might make upon his person, "I carry my automatic. It shoots nine bullets in five seconds. They got to be quick to catch me."
"Well, if you have either of those things on you," I said testily, "I don"t want to know it. How often have I told you not to talk and drink at the same time?"
"Ah, go on," laughed Schnitzel. "That"s an old gag, warning a fellow not to talk so as to _make_ him talk. I do that myself."
That Schnitzel had important papers tied to his neck I no more believe than that he wore a shirt of chain armor, but to please him I pretended to be greatly concerned.
"Now that we"re getting into New York," I said, "you must be very careful. A man who carries such important doc.u.ments on his person might be murdered for them. I think you ought to disguise yourself."
A picture of my bag being carried ash.o.r.e by Schnitzel in the uniform of a ship"s steward rather pleased me.
"Go on, you"re kidding!" said Schnitzel. He was drawn between believing I was deeply impressed and with fear that I was mocking him.
"On the contrary," I protested, "I don"t feel quite safe myself. Seeing me with you they may think I have papers around _my_ neck."
"They wouldn"t look at you," Schnitzel rea.s.sured me. "They know you"re just an amateur. But, as you say, with me, it"s different. I _got_ to be careful. Now, you mightn"t believe it, but I never go near my uncle nor none of my friends that live where I used to hang out. If I did, the other spies would get on my track. I suppose," he went on grandly, "I never go out in New York but that at least two spies are trailing me.
But I know how to throw them off. I live "way down town in a little hotel you never heard of. You never catch me dining at Sherry"s nor the Waldorf. And you never met me out socially, did you, now?"
I confessed I had not.
"And then, I always live under an a.s.sumed name."
"Like "Jones"?" I suggested.
"Well, sometimes "Jones,"" he admitted.
"To me," I said, ""Jones" lacks imagination. It"s the sort of name you give when you"re arrested for exceeding the speed limit. Why don"t you call yourself Machiavelli?"
"Go on, I"m no dago," said Schnitzel, "and don"t you go off thinking "Jones" is the only disguise I use. But I"m not tellin" what it is, am I? Oh, no."
"Schnitzel," I asked, "have you ever been told that you would make a great detective?"
"Cut it out," said Schnitzel. "You"ve been reading those fairy stories.
There"s no fly cops nor Pinks could do the work I do. They"re pikers compared to me. They chase petty-larceny cases and kick in doors. I wouldn"t stoop to what they do. It"s being mixed up the way I am with the problems of two governments that catches me." He added magnanimously, "You see something of that yourself."
We left the ship at Brooklyn, and with regret I prepared to bid Schnitzel farewell. Seldom had I met a little beast so offensive, but his vanity, his lies, his moral blindness, made one pity him. And in ten days in the smoking-room together we had had many friendly drinks and many friendly laughs. He was going to a hotel on lower Broadway, and as my cab, on my way uptown, pa.s.sed the door, I offered him a lift. He appeared to consider the advisability of this, and then, with much by-play of glancing over his shoulder, dived into the front seat and drew down the blinds. "This hotel I am going to is an old-fashioned trap," he explained, "but the clerk is wise to me, understand, and I don"t have to sign the register."
As we drew nearer to the hotel, he said: "It"s a pity we can"t dine out somewheres and go to the theatre, but--you know?"
With almost too much heartiness I hastily agreed it would be imprudent.
"I understand perfectly," I a.s.sented. "You are a marked man. Until you get those papers safe in the hands of your "people," you must be very cautious."
"That"s right," he said. Then he smiled craftily.
"I wonder if you"re on yet to which my people are."
I a.s.sured him that I had no idea, but that from the avidity with which he had abused them I guessed he was working for the Walker-Keefe crowd.
He both smiled and scowled.
"Don"t you wish you knew?" he said. "I"ve told you a lot of inside stories, Mr. Crosby, but I"ll never tell on my pals again. Not me!
That"s _my_ secret."