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It was, of course, familiar to the signor, and Phil felt tired and sleepy, for he had passed a part of the afternoon in exploring the city, and had walked in all several miles. He went back to his lodging-house, opened the door with a pass-key which Mrs. Schlessinger had given him, and climbing to his room in the third story, undressed and deposited himself in bed. The bed was far from luxurious.
The next morning Miller returned to Floyd Street and spent that day in the usual routine, and also on Thursday remained until about twelve o'clock noon, when he placed thirty thousand five hundred dollars in bills in a satchel and started for Ammon's office, where he found Schlessinger likewise with a satchel. "The jig's up," announced Schlessinger.
How could the signor answer otherwise in presence of a landlady to whom he owed two weeks' rent? "Then," said Phil, with a secret shudder, "I'll take it if the rent is satisfactory." "A dollar and a quarter a week," said Mrs. Schlessinger promptly. "I'll take it for a week." "You won't mind paying in advance?" suggested the landlady. "I pay my own rent in advance."
Brent the hall bedroom over mine," suggested the signor. Mrs. Schlessinger toiled up another staircase, the two new acquaintances following her. She threw open the door of one of those depressing cells known in New York as a hall bedroom.
Schwartz's wonderful rendition of the "Lost Italian girl?" Miss Schlessinger won the prize for being the best "Vamp." If noise was any indication, then the last few days, when the deck sport prizes were being played for, were hugely enjoyed by all. Capt. E. Salisbury, C. J. Okell, S. N. Haslett, Jr. and H. S. Dana were among the star players. Dr. Woolsey and J. F. Geise were also "fans."
"I am glad to see Mr. Prent," said the landlady. "And is he an actor like you, Signor Orlando?" "Not yet. We don't know what may happen. But he comes on business, Mrs. Schlessinger. He wants a room." The landlady brightened up. She had two rooms vacant, and a new lodger was a godsend. "I vill show Mr. Prent what rooms I haf," she said. "Come up-stairs, Mr. Prent."
Phil's answer was to draw a dollar and a quarter from his purse and pass it to his landlady. "I'll take possession now," said our hero. "Can I have some water to wash my face?" Mrs. Schlessinger was evidently surprised that any one should want to wash in the middle of the day, but made no objections.
"There!" said she, pointing to the faded carpet, rumpled bed, and cheap pine bureau, with the little six-by-ten looking-glass surmounting it. "This is a peautiful room for a single gentleman, or even for a man and his wife." "My friend, Mr. Brent, is not married," said Signor Orlando waggishly. Phil laughed. "You will have your shoke, Signor Orlando," said Mrs. Schlessinger.
Hence there was a daily accounting, part of the receipts being laid aside to pay off interest checks and interest, and the balance divided. Schlessinger carried his off in a bag; Miller took the rest, cash, money orders and checks, and deposited it in a real bank.
"What kind of digging?" inquired Peter. "Well, the kind you spoke of the night you came to see me." "Oh, with their hands?" cried Peter with a laugh. "Well, now, let me see " and his glance roved about the room. "There is Mr. Schlessinger, the Egyptologist, but of course he was after mummies, not dirt; and then there is yes that sun-burned young fellow of forty, talking to Mr.
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