Death Points A Finger Part 1
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Death Points a Finger.
by Will Levinrew.
Chapter I
The tempo was increasing to its highest pitch for the day. That highly complicated organism, a daily newspaper, which is apparently conceived in the wildest disorder, was about to "go to bed." Twenty typewriters were hammering out their finis.h.i.+ng touches and concluding paragraphs to new stories. New leads were being written to old stories.
News machines, telegraph machines, two tickers were adding their quota to the infernal din. Male and female voices were punctuating the grimy air with yells of "copy boy". The men at the horseshoe shaped copy desk were echoing the cry. Boys rushed up to some of the typewriters, and, almost before the type bars ceased their clicking on the last words of a sentence, s.n.a.t.c.hed out the sheet of copy paper from the machine.
The floor, tables, desks, chairs presented an appearance that would have made the owner of a respectable junk shop blush.
Discarded copy paper and newspapers, cigarette stubs, burnt matches, strewed the floors. Coats and hats dumped anywhere, littered the desks and battered chairs.
As an obligato to the din, there came from deep in the bowels of the building the rumbling of the huge presses that were throwing out the papers of an earlier edition; a rumble that was felt as well as heard.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the din ceased; "dead line" had been reached. One lone typewriter came to a chattering halt. Men and women rose from their machines, where they had been sitting tense.
Cigarettes were lit; the workers relaxed. There began a subdued chatter. Chaff and banter were exchanged, freely, good humoredly.
Only the visible evidence of a former disorder remained. The room was still untidy and grimy. Papers in unbelievable profusion heaped the floors and desks. The rumble in the bas.e.m.e.nt ceased. In a few moments it began again. It was running off the final edition.
James Hale, star reporter on the New York Eagle, who had a few minutes ago been the personification of dynamic activity, was now trying to get a rise out of Marie LaBelle, editor of the Heart Balm column.
Marie was sitting slumped in the chair in front of the typewriter, trying to ignore his jibes. At the side of Marie's desk were the literary effusions from love sick males and females that were the daily grist of "her" department.
Marie glowered at Jimmy, perspiring profusely over Jimmy's witticisms. On the night before, there had been a c.r.a.p game in which Pop Fosd.i.c.k, head of the Eagle morgue, had partic.i.p.ated. Pop had been a cub when Greeley, Bennett and Dana had been names to conjure with in the newspaper field. Pop still lived in his youth.
He had an encyclopedic memory for names, places and dates, which made him so valuable in the morgue.
When a reporter was too lazy to look up some needed information himself, he would ask Pop. Pop would glower, growl, swear--and to hear him was a treat--and get the necessary data. On the night before, in the c.r.a.p game, Pop had cleaned up the entire gang and broken up the game.
Marie LaBelle was cursing fluently the luck that on that occasion had seemed to run all in one direction--with Pop Fosd.i.c.k. Marie hitched up the left half of his suspenders and began his old plaint:
"Think of that old geezer, old enough to--"
"Oh, I don't know," broke in one of the listeners. "It doesn't take much to see sevens--, and elevens. Even Pop--"
"I don't mean that," lied Marie. "I wasn't thinking of his luck last night. I was thinking of the remarkable manner in which a man of his age conducts that morgue. It isn't just memory either. He seems to have an uncanny intelligence about--"
"A man of his age," scoffed Jimmy. "He isn't the only one. I know one man who is, I believe, older than Pop--"
"We all know who that is, of course," jeered Roy Heath, the rewrite man, with his soft southern drawl. "Jimmy is now going to effuse about Professor Herman Brierly. Now, down South, in G.o.d's own country there are really remarkable old men. I grant that Professor Brierly is quite a chap for a Yankee; one would think he was a Southerner, but must we listen to--"
Pat Collins, a newcomer to the staff of the Eagle, interrupted.
"Shut up, Roy. I've heard a lot about this Brierly, but I know very little about him. Does Jimmy know him personally?"
"Know him?" drawled Heath. "Pat, to hear Jimmy talk, you'd think he created Brierly. Go on Jimmy, you got an audience."
Jimmy bristled. Roy had touched a sensitive spot, but he saw that this was just the superficial cynicism of the newspaperman. He saw the respectful interest that even these hardened reporters could not disguise. They shared his genuine admiration for the remarkable old scientist.
"Come on, Jimmy," urged Pat. "Tell me."
"You yellow journalists, with your minds running on lurid headlines, can hardly appreciate a man of his kind. Professor Herman Brierly is one of the four foremost scientists in the world today. He shuns publicity, really shuns it, and it is only because of his partic.i.p.ation in several remarkable criminal cases that he has become generally known.
"He's nearly eighty years old. He doesn't wear gla.s.ses and I believe he still has all his teeth. He is little more than five feel tall, but built like a miniature Apollo; bushy white hair; deeply sunken blue eyes that seem to dissect one with sharp knives, and bushy black eyebrows.
"He has a pa.s.sion for pure thought and has the finest a.n.a.lytical faculty of any man I know. He can truly be said to 'specialize' in a great many subjects. To him the distance from cause to effect or from effect to cause is a short and a simple one. He has not a superior in physics, chemistry, anatomy, physiology and the sciences generally. He is as familiar with the microscope as the ordinary man is with a pencil.
"It was some years ago that I got him interested in criminology.
To his mind each crime is merely a scientific problem which he goes about solving as if it were any other scientific problem. It is only recently that he has begun to take an active interest in the human phases of criminology.
"He hates newspapers, newspapermen and loose thinking. He connects the last, loose thinking, with newspapers and reporters. I got in with him because his chief a.s.sistant and adopted son, John Matthews, was a cla.s.smate of mine in the university. John, if he lives long enough, will be as great a scientist as his chief.
John, or Jack as I call him, is over six feet tall and would have made any professional heavyweight step some if he had taken to the ring as a profession.
"To see and hear the two of them is a treat. It reminds one of a battles.h.i.+p being convoyed by a clean cut little motor launch. And to hear them! The old man is constantly deploring--"
At this moment there cut through the abnormal quiet of the smoky city room the deep growl of its autocrat, "Iron Man" Hite. Jimmy stopped. Hite was calling his name. No one who was not deaf ever let Hite call him twice.
"Hey, Hale," roared the voice.
Jimmy reached the dais of the man who was said to be the best and the cruellest city editor in the newspaper game.
"Jimmy, your vacation begins next week, doesn't it?"
Jimmy nodded and looked at his superior expectantly. Hite continued:
"Your little tin G.o.d, Professor Herman Brierly, is spending the summer up in Canada, isn't he?"
Jimmy nodded again.
"Howdje like to spend your vacation up there with Brierly at the paper's expense?"
Jimmy made no effort to hide the suspicion in his eyes. He had heard of Greeks bearing gifts, particularly when the Greek took the shape of his city editor.
"What do you mean, my vacation at the paper's expense? I get my pay during my two weeks' vacation, don't I?"
"Yes, but the paper is willing to pay all the expenses of your vacation besides. What do you think of that?"
The suspicion in Jimmy's eyes grew deeper. He knew his city editor. There was--Hite cut in on his reflections.
"A swell chance for you to spend part or all of your vacation with Professor Brierly and your friend, Matthews. District Attorney McCall is up there too. Brierly is in McCall's shack." He was becoming enthusiastic. "Just think of a vacation at the paper's expense in--"
"I was planning to spend my vacation elsewhere," said Jimmy coldly. "Besides, Professor Brierly doesn't want any visitors. He needs a rest. Jack consented to go up there with the Professor only on condition that McCall doesn't talk shop. I've got my vacation all planned."
"But Jimmy, up there where Brierly is you can get the best ale in the world--and beer--say, just thinking of it makes my mouth water.
If you must drink you ought to go up there for a spell instead of drinking this needled beer and the lousy hootch you get in the speakeasies. And that lake up there, Lake Memphremagog, is one of the most beautiful in the world. Just the thing for a newspaperman.
Why Jimmy--"
"All right, I'll bite. What do you want me to do up in Canada--on my vacation."
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