"I envy you, my boy. I am not making fun of you," said the captain, with keen understanding.
"Thank you, Cap," said Bob quietly. "You guessed right both times.
It"s my first sweetheart."
He b.u.t.toned his coat and started for the door.
"You"d better step around to Doc MacFarland"s on your rounds this evening and let him look you over. It won"t take but a minute, and I don"t expect him around the station. You"re not on peg-post to-night, so you can do it."
"All right, Cap."
Burke saluted and left the station, falling into line with the other men who were marching out on relief.
A half hour later he dropped into the office of the police surgeon, and was greeted warmly by the old gentleman.
MacFarland was smoking his pipe in comfort after the cares and worries of a busy day.
"Any more trouble with the gangsters, Burke?" he asked.
Bob, after a little hesitation decided to tell him about the adventure of the night before.
"I want your advice, Doc, for you understand these things. Do you suppose there"s any danger of Lorna"s going out with those fellows again? You don"t suppose that they were actually going to entice her into some house, do you?"
MacFarland stroked his gray whiskers.
"Well, my boy, that is not what we Scotchmen would call a vera canny thought! You speak foolishly. Why, don"t you know that is organized teamwork just as fine as they make it? Those two fellows, Baxter, I think you said, and Craig, are typical "cadets." They are the pretty boys who make the acquaintance of the girls, and open the way for temptation, which is generally attended to by other men of stronger caliber. This fellow Shepard is undoubtedly one of the head men of their gang. If Jimmie the Monk is mixed up in it that is the connecting link between these fellows and the East Side. And it"s back to the East Side that the trail nearly always leads, for over in the East Side of New York is the feudal fastness of the politician who tells the public to be d.a.m.ned, and is rewarded with a fortune for his pains. The politician protects the gangster; the gangster protects the procurer, and both of them vote early and often for the politician."
Bob sighed.
"Isn"t there some way that this young girl can be warned about the dangers she is running into? It"s terrible to think of a thing like this threatening any girl of good family, or any other family for that matter."
"You must simply warn her sister and have her watch the younger girl like a hawk."
MacFarland cleaned out his pipe with a scalpel knife, and put in another charge of tobacco.
He puffed a blue cloud before Bob had replied.
"I wish there were some way I could get co-operation on this. I"m going to hunt these fellows down, Doc. But it seems to me that the authorities in this city should help along."
"They are helping along. The District Attorney has sent up gangster after gangster; but it"s like a quicksand, Burke--new rascals seem to slide in as fast as you shovel out the old ones."
"I have the advantage now that they don"t know who is looking after Lorna," said Bobbie. "But it was a hard job getting them off my track."
"That was good detective work--as good as I"ve heard of," said the doctor. "You just keep shy now. Don"t get into more gun fights and fist sc.r.a.ps for a few days, and you"ll get something on them again.
You know your catching them last night was just part of a general law about crime. The criminal always gives himself away in some little, careless manner that hardly looks worth while worrying about. Those two fellows never dreamed of your following them--they let the name of the restaurant slip out, and probably forgot about it the next minute.
And Jimmie the Monk has given you a clue to work on, to find out the connection. Keep up your work--but keep a bullet-proof skin for a while."
Bob started toward the door. A new idea came to him.
"Doctor, I"ve just thought of something. I saw a picture in the paper to-night of a big philanthropist named Trubus, or something like that, who is fighting Raines Law Hotels, improper novels, bad moving pictures and improving morals in general. How do you think it would do to give him a tip about these fellows? He asks for more money from the public to carry on their work. They had a big banquet in his honor last night."
MacFarland laughed, and took from his desk a letter, which he handed to Bob with a wink. The young officer was surprised, but took the paper, and glanced at it.
"There, Burke, read this letter. If I get one of these a day, I get five, all in the same tune. Isn"t that enough to make a man die a miser?"
Officer 4434 took the letter over to the doctor"s student lamp and read with amus.e.m.e.nt:
"DEAR SIR--The Purity League is waging the great battle against sin.
"You are doubtless aware that in this glorious work it is necessary for us to defray office and other expenses. Whatever t.i.the of your blessings can be donated to our Rescue Fund will be bread cast upon the waters to return tenfold.
"A poor widow, whose only child is a beautiful girl of seventeen, has been taken under the care of our gentle nurses. This unfortunate woman, a devout church attendant, has been prostrated by the wanton conduct of her daughter, who has left the influence of home to enter upon a life of wickedness.
"If you will contribute one hundred dollars to the support of this miserable old creature, we will have collected enough to pay her a pension from the interest of the fund of ten dollars monthly. Upon receipt of your check for this amount we will send you, express prepaid, a framed membership certificate, richly embossed in gold, and signed by the President, Treasurer and Chaplain-Secretary of the Purity League. Your name will be entered upon our roster as a patron of the organization.
"Make all checks payable to William Trubus, President, and on out-of-town checks kindly add clearing-house fee.
""Charity shall cover the mult.i.tude of sins.""--I Peter, iv. 8.
"Yours for the glory of the Cause, "WILLIAM TRUBUS, "President, The Purity League of N. Y."
As Officer Burke finished the letter he looked quizzically at Dr.
MacFarland.
"How large was your check, doctor?"
"My boy, I came from Scotland. I will give you three guesses."
"But, doctor, I see the top of the letter-head festooned with about twenty-five names, all of them millionaires. Why don"t these men contribute the money direct? Then they could save the postage. This letter is printed, not typewritten. They must have sent out thousands about this poor old woman. Surely some millionaire could give up one monkey dinner and endow the old lady?"
"Burke, you"re young in the ways of charity. That old woman is an endowment herself. She ought to bring enough royalties for the Purity League to buy three new mahogany desks, hire five new investigators and four extra stenographers."
The old doctor"s kindly face lost its geniality as he pounded on the table with rising ire.
"Burke, I have looked into this organized charity game. It is a disgrace. Out of every hundred dollars given to a really worthy cause, in answer to hundreds of thousands of letters, ninety dollars go to office and executive expenses. When a poor man or a starving woman finally yields to circ.u.mstances and applies to one of these richly-endowed inst.i.tutions, do you know what happens?"
Burke shook his head.
"The object of divine a.s.sistance enters a room, which has nice oak benches down either side. She, and most of them are women (for men have a chance to panhandle, and consider it more self-respecting to beg on the streets than from a religious corporation), waits her turn, until a dizzy blonde clerk beckons condescendingly. She advances to the rail, and gives her name, race, color, previous condition of servitude, her mother"s great grandmother"s maiden name, and a lot of other important charitable things. She is then referred to room six hundred and ninety. There she gives more of her autobiography. From this room she is sent to the inspection department, and she is investigated further. If the poor woman doesn"t faint from hunger and exhaustion she keeps up this schedule until she has walked a Marathon around the fine white marble building devoted to charity. At last she gets a ticket for a meal, or a sort of trading stamp by which she can get a room for the night in a vermin-infested lodging house, upon the additional payment of thirty cents. Now, this may seem exaggerated, but honestly, my boy, I have given you just about the course of action of these scientific philanthropic enterprises. They are spic and span as the quarterdeck of a millionaire"s yacht."
MacFarland was so disgusted with the objects of his tirade that he tried three times before he could fill his old briar pipe.
"Doctor, why don"t you air these opinions where they will count?" asked Bobbie. "It"s time to stop the graft."
"When some newspaper is brave enough to risk the enmity of church people, who don"t know real conditions, and thus lose a few subscribers, or when some really charitable people investigate for themselves, it will all come out. The real truth of that quotation at the bottom of the Purity League letter should be expressed this way: "Charity covers a mult.i.tude of hypocrites and grafters." And to my mind the dirtiest, foulest, lowest grafter in the world is the man who does it under the cloak of charity or religion. But a man who proclaims such a belief as mine is called an atheist and a destroyer of ideals."
Burke looked at the old doctor admiringly.