In And Out Part 4
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"I think not," the boy said frankly.
"But----"
"Nix! I don't know why, but I don't like the idea. I think it's a little bit too unusual. Who are you, anyway?"
"My name is Fry, if that tells you anything," smiled its owner.
"Fry?" the boy repeated.
"Anthony Fry."
"Eh?" the youngster said, and there was a peculiarly sharp note in his voice.
"He makes Fry's Liniment," Johnson Boller put in disgustedly, yet happily withal because it was plain that the boy would have no part in spoiling his chess game and the little chat about Beatrice. "He has a lot of theories not connected with the liniment business, kid, and he wants to bore you to death with some of them. They wouldn't interest you any more than they interest me, and you're perfectly right in refusing to listen to them."
"Umum," said the boy oddly.
"And now I'll tell you what we'll do," Johnson Boller concluded quite happily. "You tell me where you live, and when the man drops us I'll pay your fare home. Some cla.s.s to that, eh? Going home in a taxicab after sitting in a ten-dollar seat at a big fight! You don't get off on a jamboree like that very often, I'll bet!"
"No," the boy said thoughtfully.
"So here's the little old Hotel Lasande where Mr. Fry lives," Mr. Boller finished cheerfully, "and where shall I tell the man to set you down, kid?"
He had settled the matter, of course. Never in this world could the little ragam.u.f.fin resist the temptation of returning to his tenement home, or whatever it was, in a taxi. Johnson Boller, rising as the vehicle stopped, laid a kindly hand on his shoulder.
"Now, you sit over in my seat and stretch your legs while you ride, kid--and here! Have a real cigar and feel like a real sport! Don't you know how to bite off the end?"
"I--I don't want to bite off the end yet," the boy muttered.
"Sink your teeth in it. Now I'll get you a match."
He felt for one, did Johnson Boller, and then ceased feeling for one.
That sudden low laugh of the young man's was one of the oddest sounds he had ever heard; moreover, as the Lasande doorman opened the door of the taxi, he caught the same odd light in the boy's eye--and now he, too, had risen and pulled the disreputable cap a little lower as he said:
"I won't smoke it now, thanks. I'm going upstairs and listen to Mr. Fry for a while, I think."
CHAPTER III
Opportunity
The Hotel Lasande deserves a word or two. In the strict sense it is no hotel at all, being merely a twenty-story pile of four and five--and even seven and eight--room bachelor suites of the very highest cla.s.s.
Moving into the Lasande and a.s.suming one of its breath-stopping leases is a process not unlike breaking into the most exclusive sort of club.
One is investigated, which tells it all. The Lasande, catering to the very best and most opulent of the bachelor cla.s.s, has nothing else beneath its roof.
Silent men servants, functioning perfectly despite their apparent woodenness, flit everywhere, invisible until needed, disappearing instantly when the task of the moment is done. There are dining-rooms for the few who do not dine in the privacy of their own apartments, and there is a long, comfortable lobby where, under the eagle eye of the clerk in the corner, only tenants or guests of tenants may lounge.
Into this latter area came Anthony Fry and Johnson Boller and the boy, and as the peculiarly intelligent eyes of the latter darted about it seemed to Mr. Boller that their twinkle turned to a positive glitter.
It was absurd enough, it hailed doubtless from the nervous loneliness within himself, yet Johnson Boller felt that the youngster was a downright evil force, swaggering along there, tremendously conscious of his own importance! He should have been sedate and subdued, to put it mildly, yet he grinned at the impeccable night clerk from under his cap and sent his impudent eyes roving on, to alight finally on the big chair near the north elevator.
"Who's the party with the big specs and why the prolonged stare?" the youngster asked irreverently.
"Eh? Oh, that's Mr. Hitchin, a neighbor of mine," Anthony smiled.
"He's an amateur detective, kid," Johnson Boller added significantly.
"He knows every young crook in town. He's coming here to give you the once over."
"I should worry," murmured the self-possessed young man.
"Johnson, don't be idiotic," Anthony said, as he laid a hand on the boy's arm. "I'll have to introduce you. What's your name, my lad?"
"Eh?" asked the unusual boy, staring hard at Anthony.
"Your name! What is it?"
"Well--er--Prentiss," the youth admitted.
"Is that your first name or your last name?"
"That's just my last name," the boy smiled. "First name's David."
"David Prentiss, eh?" Anthony murmured with some satisfaction, for it had a substantial sound. "Well, David--er, Hitchin, how are you? Mr.
Hitchin, my young friend, Mr. David Prentiss."
The boy's hand went out and gripped Hitchin's heartily enough. Mr.
Hitchin held it for a moment and peered at David--and one saw what a really penetrating stare he owned.
It bored, as a point of tempered ice, wordlessly accusing one of murder, counterfeiting, bank burglary and plain second-story work. Frequently deep students of the higher detective fiction grow this stare, and Hobart Hitchin was one of the deepest. But now, having pierced David in a dozen places without finding bomb or knife, the stare turned to Anthony and grew quite normal and amiable.
"Prentiss, eh?" said Hitchin. "Not the Vermont branch?"
"New York," David supplied.
"Mr. Prentiss is staying with me for a little," Anthony smiled as they moved toward the elevator again.
"Staying with you, eh?" Hitchin repeated, with a careful survey of David's well-worn storm-coat; and added, with characteristic bluntness: "Working for you, Fry?"
"My guest," Anthony said annoyedly; and then the car came down and the door opened and they left Mr. Hitchin, but the boy c.o.c.ked an eye at Anthony and asked flatly:
"What was the idea of that--staying with you? I'm not staying with you."
"You may decide to stay for a little."
"Not me," said David.
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