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Five minutes after that a stout, florid-faced man walked into the room, saw Cavendale and Morgan, and advanced toward them. "Mr. Harrigan," said Cavendale, "I want you to meet a particular friend of mine, Mr. Morgan." "Glad to know you, Mr. Morgan," declared Harrigan, as he shook hands with Dade. "What's in the wind, Wallace? You insisted that I should come down right away."
And you were such a hot bunch! Well, come in to the bar and watch me lap up something." He insisted until Morgan finally consented to accompany him to the bar. When they arrived there Cavendale renewed his urgent invitation, but Dade stood firm as far as liquor was concerned. "Well, have something for old times' sake," said Cavendale. "I'm going to look on the rye.
"But still I'm in the dark," protested Morgan. "I may be dull, but I confess that I need a little more light on this matter before I plunge." Cavendale and Harrigan exchanged glances. "The thing to do," said Harrigan, "is to have you see the chief. He'll make it clear." Dade demurred. He had not yet seen anything of Merriwell, although it seemed that Frank had been given plenty of time to arrive.
Come in and have a drink and tell me about it." The talkative young man forcibly pulled Morgan into the hotel, but Dade finally stopped him, saying: "I'm glad to see you again, Cavendale; but you'll have to excuse me from drinking. I've cut it out." "Oh, come, old man, don't " "It's straight goods," asserted Morgan grimly. "No more of the lush for me." "I can't believe it!
"What did he say?" thought Morgan, who wondered over the manner in which Cavendale had faltered over the name of the man he was going to call. "He said Hagan, and then he changed it to Harrigan. Hagan, Hagan why, that's the name of the Irishman Merry told me about! That is the name of one of Frank's enemies! Can it be Hagan is here? Why not?
The door closed again, the chain rattled once more, the door re-opened, and into the house of mystery they walked. The hand of Cavendale guided Dade through the dark hall, through a room beyond and finally into still another room, which was dimly lighted. "Here we are," said Cavendale, with affected cheerfulness. "Let's have these lights up. The chief was abed, but he'll be down directly."
I give you my word for it." "That is enough. Your word goes with me, but, of course, Mr. Morgan will have to see the chief. He leaves Buffalo in the morning, and to-night is the last opportunity to see him here." "But hold on," remonstrated Dade. "I'd like to know what this thing is that I'm going into. I haven't been able to get anything definite out of Cavendale.
Old Colonel R. E. bothers me sometimes, but I take a few bracers and he vanishes. Tell me why you quit, old man." Morgan suddenly decided to do so. "I quit through the influence of a friend," he explained. "I went broke in New York, Cavendale; but when I got hold of any loose coin I generally spent a part of it for booze.
Hagan may be here any moment. Wouldn't have him see you for anything. Don't want him to know I've spoken to a soul since. That's right! Dig! You'll have to hurry." Starbright was somewhat bewildered, but he followed Dade's directions and hastened from the Iroquois. A few moments later Cavendale returned and announced that "Mr. Harrigan" would be right down.
He's one of the main guys in our big game." "But you haven't told me what the game is." Cavendale tapped his lips with one finger. "Discreetness," he grinned. "It's all on the level, but it doesn't do to talk too much to outsiders. If my friend likes you, he may unfold some of it to you. Oh, it's great! I expect to pull out forty or fifty thousand as my share in a year.
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