"Who is to pay it?"
"The State, you know, has offered a small reward; the Colossus Company is to pay twenty thousand dollars, and the remainder will be paid by the Colton estate."
"Who const.i.tutes the Colton estate?"
"Brooks, mainly."
Richmond put his hand to his mouth. "That"s what I thought," said he.
"Do you know Brooks very well?" he asked after a short silence.
"Not very."
"What do you think of him?"
"I despise him."
"I thought so. As the French say, whom does it benefit?"
They looked at each other, but said nothing. There could be no mistake as to who was benefited. After a time Henry remarked: "I see that Flummers has gone to Omaha to identify a suspect."
"He did go, but I heard some of the boys say that he returned this morning. Is your work all done for to-day?"
"Yes, about all."
"Suppose we go over to the club."
"All right. Wait a moment."
Henry stepped into Miss Drury"s room. "You must; forgive me," he said, in a low tone.
"What for?" she asked, in surprise.
"For so rudely inviting you to dinner when my sister had not even called on you."
"Oh, that"s nothing," she replied, laughing. "Such mistakes are common enough with men, I should think."
"Not with sensible men. What have you here?"
"Oh, some stupid paragraphs about women."
"They"ll keep till to-morrow."
"But Mr. Mitch.e.l.l said he wanted them to-day."
"Tell him if he calls for them that I want them to-morrow. You"d better go home and rest."
"Rest? Why, I haven"t done anything to make me tired."
"Well, you don"t know how soon you may be tired, and you"d better take your rest in advance. All right, John," he said in a louder tone, "I"m with you."
When they entered the office of the Press Club, a forensic voice, followed by laughter, bore to them the intelligence that Mr. Flummers was in the front room, declaiming his recent adventures. They found the orator measuredly stepping the short distance between this round table and the post on which was fixed the b.u.t.ton of the electric bell.
Led by fondness to believe that some one, moved to generosity, might ask him to ring for the drinks, he showed a disposition to loiter whenever he reached the post, and the light of eager expectancy and the shadow of sore disappointment played a trick pantomime on his countenance.
"Oh, ho, ho, here come two of my staff. John, I have been talking for an hour, and the bell is rusting from disuse."
"Why don"t you ring it on your own account?"
"Oh, no; you can"t expect one man to do everything."
"Go on with your story."
"But is there anything in it?"
"If you mean your story, I don"t think there"s much in it."
"If you cut it short enough," said Mortimer, "we"ll all contribute."
"There spoke a disgruntled Englishman," Flummers exclaimed. "Having no humor himself, he scowls on the--the"--He scalloped the air, but it failed to bring the right word. "Jim, you"d better confine yourself to the writing of encyclopedias and not meddle with the buzz-saw of--of sharp retort."
"He appears to have made it that time," said Whittlesy.
"Now, Whit, it may behoove some men to speak, but it doesn"t behoove you. Remember that I hold you in the hollow of my hand."
"Let us have the story," said Henry.
"But is the laborer worthy of his hire--is there anything in it?"
"Yes, ring the bell."
"That"s the stuff."
"Flummers," some one remarked, a few moments later, "I don"t think that I ever saw you drunk."
Flummers tapped his forehead and replied: "The brain predominates the jag. But I must gather up the flapping ends of my discourse. I will begin again."
"Are you going to repeat that dose of b.l.o.o.d.y rot?" Mortimer asked.
"Jim, I pity you. I pity any man that can"t see a point when it"s held under his nose."
"Or smell one when it"s held under his eye," someone suggested.
"You fellows are pretty gay," said Flummers. "You must have drawn your princely stipends this week." He hesitated a moment, pressed his hand to his forehead, cut a fish-hook in the air and resumed his recital:
"When I reached Omaha it was snowing. The heavens wore a feathery frown."
"He didn"t fill," said Whittlesy.
Flummers condemned him with a look and continued: "The wind whetted itself to keenness on a bleak k.n.o.b and came down to shave its unhappy customers."