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"Not yet," answered my friend Indiman. We dined down-town that evening, and it was about nine o'clock when we called a hackney-coach and started homeward. As we drove on up the Bowery an illuminated transparency caught our eyes. "'Fair and Bazaar," read Indiman. "'Benefit of the United House-smiths' Benevolent Association. What is a house-smith, Thorp?
First at the opera, and now here; the final and only important appearance is still to come." At the next corner a wretchedly clad woman sat grinding a small barrel-organ. "For the love of Mary!" she whimpered, and Indiman thrust something into her waiting hand. He tried to hide the action, but I had caught sight of the money a yellow-backed bill bearing the magic figures 50.
Possibly a practical joke on some clerk's part, but that doesn't matter. You see, there is a twenty-four hour dial for the alarm, and it was set at a little before XIX, corresponding to about a quarter of seven." "But your watch says a quarter of eight," I objected. "I set it an hour ahead," answered Indiman.
So having set the artistic world by the ears, he would enjoy his triumph, at first in secret, and afterwards openly." "But what was the picture returned to the Hermitage?" "One of these same copies that was the supreme sarcasm." "The original, then the 'Red Duchess'?" "The fuel in the stove consisted of some strips of painted canvas," said Indiman, gravely.
Then the Countess Gilda addressed herself squarely to Indiman. "I am in your debt, Mr. Indiman, and you must permit me to discharge the obligation. My dear uncle, your purse." Indiman bowed and accepted the fifty-dollar bill tendered him. "Now we are quits," she said, smiling. "Not quite," he answered, hardily. He drew a half-dollar from his waistcoat-pocket and offered it to her.
A portion of the engraved script caught my eye, "Indi " It was not difficult to piece together the bits of pasteboard, for I knew pretty well what I should find. Completed, the puzzle read, "Mr. Esper Indiman," and in pencil, "Call at 4020 Madison Avenue at half-past seven this evening." So there were three of us if not more.
Indiman cut short her apologies, and, with a tolerable assumption of indifference, dismissed her to her duties elsewhere. "Unfortunate," he remarked, with a frown. "I doubt if she could have seen anything," I answered, reassuringly. "I should have heard her if she had come any nearer, and the trunk was only open for a second or two." "Quite long enough for anything to happen," said Indiman.
If we owned up now we should be subjected, doubtless, to more or less annoyance growing out of the affair, but the position would be infinitely less difficult than if we waited for events to force it upon us. "Murder will out," I quoted. "So they say," answered Indiman, and stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.
He turned to Indiman, who stood at his elbow. "A fakir," he growled, disgustedly. "Now, I'll leave it to you, sir." "If you will acquaint me with the essential particulars," said Indiman, "I shall be most happy to pronounce upon them." "In two words. This cheap josher has been offering to sell himself, out and out, to the highest bidder. I make him a cash offer and he takes water."
Is life more than honor? Answer. Indiman looked at me, then he rose and took Mr. Sydenham by the arm. "Let us go into the card-room," he said, quietly. "Thorp, will you come?" The young man's story was very simple. He had held until lately the position of cashier in the firm of Sandford & Sands, stock-brokers. On January 15th a shortage of fifty thousand dollars had been discovered in his books.
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