In appearance he was smooth-shaven, with long locks that hung behind wide, protruding ears. He had the unhealthy skin of bad blood, and his eyes, as though the daylight hurt them, constantly opened and shut. He was like hundreds of young men that you see loitering on upper Broadway and making predatory raids along the Rialto. Had you pa.s.sed him in that neighborhood you would have set him down as a wire-tapper, a racing tout, a would-be actor.
As I worked it out, Schnitzel was a spy because it gave him an importance he had not been able to obtain by any other effort. As a child and as a clerk, it was easy to see that among his a.s.sociates Schnitzel must always have been the b.u.t.t. Until suddenly, by one dirty action, he had placed himself outside their cla.s.s. As he expressed it: "Whenever I walk through the office now, where all the stenographers sit, you ought to see those slobs look after me. When they go to the president"s door, they got to knock, like I used to, but now, when the old man sees me coming to make my report after one of these trips he calls out, "Come right in, Mr. Schnitzel." And like as not I go in with my hat on and offer him a cigar. An" they see me do it, too!"
To me, that speech seemed to give Schnitzel"s view of the values of his life. His vanity demanded he be pointed at, if even with contempt. But the contempt never reached him--he only knew that at last people took note of him. They no longer laughed at him, they were afraid of him. In his heart he believed that they regarded him as one who walked in the dark places of world politics, who possessed an evil knowledge of great men as evil as himself, as one who by blackmail held public ministers at his mercy.
This view of himself was the one that he tried to give me. I probably was the first decent man who ever had treated him civilly, and to impress me with his knowledge he spread that knowledge before me. It was _sale_, shocking, degrading.
At first I took comfort in the thought that Schnitzel was a liar. Later, I began to wonder if all of it were a lie, and finally, in a way I could not doubt, it was proved to me that the worst he charged was true.
The night I first began to believe him was the night we touched at Cristobal, the last port in Valencia. In the most light-hearted manner he had been accusing all concerned in the nitrate fight with every crime known in Wall Street and in the dark reaches of the Congo River.
"But, I know him, Mr. Schnitzel," I said sternly. "He is incapable of it. I went to college with him."
"I don"t care whether he"s a rah-rah boy or not," said Schnitzel, "I know that"s what he did when he was up the Orinoco after orchids, and if the tribe had ever caught him they"d have crucified him. And I know this, too: he made forty thousand dollars out of the Nitrate Company on a ten-thousand-dollar job. And I know it, because he beefed to me about it himself, because it wasn"t big enough."
We were pa.s.sing the limestone island at the entrance to the harbor, where, in the prison fortress, with its muzzle-loading guns pointing drunkenly at the sky, are buried the political prisoners of Valencia.
"Now, there," said Schnitzel, pointing, "that shows you what the Nitrate Trust can do. Judge Rojas is in there. He gave the first decision in favor of the Walker-Keefe people, and for making that decision William T. Scott, the Nitrate manager, made Alvarez put Rojas in there. He"s seventy years old, and he"s been there five years. The cell they keep him in is below the sea-level, and the salt-water leaks through the wall. I"ve seen it. That"s what William T. Scott did, an" up in New York people think "Billy" Scott is a fine man. I seen him at the Horse Show sitting in a box, bowing to everybody, with his wife sitting beside him, all hung out with pearls. An" that was only a month after I"d seen Rojas in that sewer where Scott put him."
"Schnitzel," I laughed, "you certainly are a magnificent liar."
Schnitzel showed no resentment.
"Go ash.o.r.e and look for yourself," he muttered. "Don"t believe me. Ask Rojas. Ask the first man you meet." He shivered, and shrugged his shoulders. "I tell you, the walls are damp, like sweat."
The Government had telegraphed the commandant to come on board and, as he expressed it, "offer me the hospitality of the port," which meant that I had to take him to the smoking-room and give him champagne. What the Government really wanted was to find out whether I was still on board, and if it were finally rid of me.
I asked the official concerning Judge Rojas.
"Oh, yes," he said readily. "He is still _incommunicado_."
Without believing it would lead to anything, I suggested:
"It was foolish of him to give offence to Mr. Scott?"
The commandant nodded vivaciously.
"Mr. Scott is very powerful man," he a.s.sented. "We all very much love Mr. Scott. The president, he love Mr. Scott, too, but the judges were not sympathetic to Mr. Scott, so Mr. Scott asked our president to give them a warning, and Senor Rojas--he is the warning."
"When will he get out?" I asked.
The commandant held up the gla.s.s in the sunlight from the open air-port, and gazed admiringly at the bubbles.
"Who can tell," he said. "Any day when Mr. Scott wishes. Maybe, never.
Senor Rojas is an old man. Old, and he has much rheumatics. Maybe, he will never come out to see our beloved country any more."
As we left the harbor we pa.s.sed so close that one could throw a stone against the wall of the fortress. The sun was just sinking and the air became suddenly chilled. Around the little island of limestone the waves swept through the sea-weed and black manigua up to the rusty bars of the cells. I saw the barefooted soldiers smoking upon the sloping ramparts, the common criminals in a long stumbling line bearing kegs of water, three storm-beaten palms rising like gallows, and the green and yellow flag of Valencia crawling down the staff. Somewhere entombed in that blotched and mildewed masonry an old man of seventy years was shivering and hugging himself from the damp and cold. A man who spoke five languages, a just, brave gentleman. To me it was no new story. I knew of the horrors of Cristobal prison; of political rivals chained to criminals loathsome with disease, of men who had raised the flag of revolution driven to suicide. But never had I supposed that my own people could reach from the city of New York and cast a fellow-man into that cellar of fever and madness.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Schnitzel, you certainly are a magnificent liar"]
As I watched the yellow wall sink into the sea, I became conscious that Schnitzel was near me, as before, leaning on the rail, with his chin sunk on his arms. His face was turned toward the fortress, and for the first time since I had known him it was set and serious. And when, a moment later, he pa.s.sed me without recognition, I saw that his eyes were filled with fear.
When we touched at Curacoa I sent a cable to my sister, announcing the date of my arrival, and then continued on to the Hotel Venezuela. Almost immediately Schnitzel joined me. With easy carelessness he said: "I was in the cable office just now, sending off a wire, and that operator told me he can"t make head or tail of the third word in your cable."
"That is strange," I commented, "because it"s a French word, and he is French. That"s why I wrote it in French."
With the air of one who nails another in a falsehood, Schnitzel exclaimed:
"Then, how did you suppose your sister was going to read it? It"s a cipher, that"s what it is. Oh, no, _you"re_ not on a secret mission! Not at all!"
It was most undignified of me, but in five minutes I excused myself, and sent to the State Department the following words:
"Roses red, violets blue, send snow."
Later at the State Department the only person who did not eventually pardon my jest was the clerk who had sat up until three in the morning with my cable, trying to fit it to any known code.
Immediately after my return to the Hotel Venezuela Schnitzel excused himself, and half an hour later returned in triumph with the cable operator and ordered lunch for both. They imbibed much sweet champagne.
When we again were safe at sea, I said: "Schnitzel, how much did you pay that Frenchman to let you read my second cable?"
Schnitzel"s reply was prompt and complacent.
"One hundred dollars gold. It was worth it. Do you want to know how I doped it out?"
I even challenged him to do so. ""Roses red"--war declared; "violets blue"--outlook bad, or blue; "send snow"--send squadron, because the white squadron is white like snow. See? It was too easy."
"Schnitzel," I cried, "you are wonderful!"
Schnitzel yawned in my face.
"Oh, you don"t have to hit the soles of my feet with a night-stick to keep me awake," he said.
After I had been a week at sea, I found that either I had to believe that in all things Schnitzel was a liar, or that the men of the Nitrate Trust were in all things evil. I was convinced that instead of the people of Valencia robbing them, they were robbing both the people of Valencia and the people of the United States.
To go to war on their account was to degrade our Government. I explained to Schnitzel it was not becoming that the United States navy should be made the cat"s-paw of a corrupt corporation. I asked his permission to repeat to the authorities at Washington certain of the statements he had made.
Schnitzel was greatly pleased.
"You"re welcome to tell "em anything I"ve said," he a.s.sented. "And," he added, "most of it"s true, too."
I wrote down certain charges he had made, and added what I had always known of the nitrate fight. It was a terrible arraignment. In the evening I read my notes to Schnitzel, who, in a corner of the smoking-room, sat, frowning importantly, checking off each statement, and where I made an error of a date or a name, severely correcting me.
Several times I asked him, "Are you sure this won"t get you into trouble with your "people"? You seem to accuse everybody on each side."
Schnitzel"s eyes instantly closed with suspicion.
"Don"t you worry about me and my people," he returned sulkily. "That"s _my_ secret, and you won"t find it out, neither. I may be as crooked as the rest of them, but I"m not giving away my employer."