Philip, proud in the knowledge that he was cleared of all dishonor, was at no loss for words now.
"First, I wish to thank you, sir," he said. "You have acted most kindly toward me, and, when I am older, I hope to be permitted to acknowledge your thoughtfulness better than is possible to-day. I will endeavor to take care of myself. I am going now to see Mr. Isaacstein. I do not expect that he will send for a policeman again. If he does, I will bring him before you."
The magistrate himself laughed at this sally.
"You are a strange boy," he said. "I think you are acting wisely.
But--er--you have no money--that is, in a sense. Hatton Garden is some distance from here. Let me--er--lend you a cab fare."
"Thank you, sir," said Philip, and Mr. Abingdon, unable to account for the interest he felt in the boy, quite apart from his inexplicable story, gave him five shillings and shook hands with him.
CHAPTER VII.
_A Business Transaction._
Outside the police court, Philip drew as invigorating a breath of fresh air as the atmosphere of Clerkenwell permitted. He knew that an inspector of police and a couple of constables were gazing at him curiously through an office window, and the knowledge quickened his wits.
It was worth even more than his liberty to realize that, in all reasonable probability, his meteor was safe as yet. The police had failed in their quest; whom else had he to fear? The company had informed his mother that her tenancy of Johnson"s Mews would not be disturbed before the thirty-first. Of course, her death was known to the firm, but their written promise to her was verbally confirmed to Philip by the manager. It was now the twenty-fifth. He had five clear days, perhaps six, in which to make all his arrangements. The forced seclusion of the prison had helped him in one way--it gave him a program, a detailed plan. Each step had been carefully thought out, and Isaacstein"s office was the first stage in the campaign.
A prowling hansom pa.s.sed. Philip whistled.
"Where"s the fare?" demanded the cabman, angrily, looking up and down the street.
"Drive me to Holborn Viaduct, quick," said the boy, with his foot on the step.
Cabby eyed him with scorn.
"What"s the gyme?" he growled. "D"yer tyke me for a mug, or what?"
"Oh, don"t talk so much," cried Philip, impatiently. "Are you afraid I won"t pay you? See! If you lose no more time, I will give you this," and he held up a two-shilling piece for the cabman"s edification.
It is difficult to surprise your true c.o.c.kney whip. The man carefully folded the evening paper he had been reading, stuffed it under the strap which held his rug and cape, and chirruped to his horse:
"Kim up, lazy bones! We"ve got a millionaire crossin"-sweeper inside.
What, ho! Any bloomin" perfession is better"n drivin" a keb."
The run was shorter than Philip antic.i.p.ated, but, true to his promise, he proffered the two shillings.
The cabman looked at him. Something in the boy"s face seemed to strike him as curious, and, notwithstanding Philip"s rags, his skin was scrupulously clean.
"Gow on," he cried. "I"ll make yer a present of that trip. "Ope it"ll giv yer a fresh stawt in the world. Kim up, will yer!" And the hansom swung away into the traffic, leaving the boy standing on the pavement on the north side of the viaduct. He made a mental note of the cab"s number. It was easy to remember--three 8"s and a 9--and walked on toward Hatton Garden.
Meanwhile the cabman, after varying luck, drove to his yard, changed horses, secured a fare to a theater, and joined the Haymarket rank while he took a meal in the cabmen"s shelter.
"What"s to-day"s bettin" on the National?" he asked a friend.
The evening paper was pa.s.sed and he cast an eye over its columns.
Suddenly he rapped out a string of expressions that amazed his companions.
"What"s the matter, Jimmie? Missed a twenty to one chance at Lincoln?"
"Great Scott! I thought he"d lift the roof off."
"Go easy, mate. There"s lydies outside."
But the cabman still swore and gazed round-eyed at the sheet. And this is what he read:
"The boy, Philip Morland, whose possession of a collection of meteoric diamonds of great value has created so much sensation, was brought up on remand to-day at the Clerkenwell Police Court, and released. Mr. Abingdon thought fit to hear the case in camera, so this ragged urchin is wandering about London again with a pocketful of gems. He was last seen entering a cab in the neighborhood of the police court, and inquiry by our representative at the Hatton Garden offices of Mr. Isaacstein, the diamond merchant, whose name has figured in connection with the case, elicited the information that Morland called there about 3 P.M. Mr. Isaacstein positively refused to make any further statement for publication, but it is probable that developments in this peculiar and exciting affair will take place at any moment."
In a word, the journalistic world was exceedingly wroth with both Mr.
Abingdon and the Jew for balking it of a very readable bit of news. No effort would be spared to defeat their obvious purpose. Philip must be discovered by hook or by crook, and badgered incessantly until he divulged the secret of the meteor.
At last the cabman became lucid.
"I"m done," he groaned. "My brains are a fuzzball. "Ere! Some one drink my beer. I"m goin" in fer cow-cow. I "ad this young spark in my keb to-d"y an" didn"t know it. "E offered me two bob, "e did, an" I stood "im a drive as a treat, "e looked sich a scarecrow."
"Who"s next?" cried a raucous voice at the door.
"I am," roared the disappointed one.
"Well, look sharp. There"s a hold gent a-wavin" "is humbreller like mad----"
"Keep "im. Don"t let "im go. I"ll be there in "arf a tick. Who knows!
P"raps it"s Rothschild."
Meanwhile Philip did not hesitate an instant once he reached Isaacstein"s office. A new note in his character was revealing itself.
Always resolute, fearless and outspoken, now he was confident. He pushed open the swing door with the manner of one who expects his fellows to bow before him. Was he not rich--able to command the services of men--why should he falter? He forgot his rags, forgot the difficulties and dangers that might yet beset his path, for in very truth he had achieved but little actual progress since he first entered that office five days earlier.
But he had suffered much since then, and suffering had strengthened him.
Moreover, he had taken the measure of Isaacstein. There was a score to be wiped off before that worthy and he entered into amicable business relations.
The instant the immature Jew behind the grille set eyes on Philip, he bounded back from the window and gazed at him with a frightened look.
Had this young desperado broken out of prison and come to murder them all?
"Help! help!" he shouted. "Murder!"
Clerks came running from the inner office, among them the elderly man who interfered in Philip"s behalf on the last occasion.
"Make that idiot shut up," said Philip, calmly, "and tell Mr. Isaacstein I am here."
The office boy was silenced, and the excitement calmed down. Yes, the diamond merchant was in. If Philip would walk upstairs to the waiting room, his presence would be announced.
"Thank you," he said; "but kindly see that this urchin does not let others know I am here. I don"t want a crowd to be gathered in the street when I come out."
Such cool impudence from a ragam.u.f.fin was intolerable, or nearly so. But Isaacstein ruled his minions with a rod of iron, and they would fain wait the little man"s pleasure ere they ventured their wrath on the boy.
Besides, they were afraid of Philip. Like most people in London, they had read the newspaper reports of the police court proceedings, and they were awed by his strangely incomprehensible surroundings.