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What would they say of you at Jefferson Market, if they knew? By the way, do you correspond with any of the old set? Splendid fellows, they were. I wish we had some of them here tonight." Mr. McEachern's emotions found relief in words. He rose, and waved a huge fist in Jimmy's face. His great body was shaking with rage. "You!" shouted the policeman. "You!"
I would be sorry to leave it." Mr. McEachern's brain was working with unwonted rapidity. This man must be silenced at all costs. It would be fatal to his prospects in English society if one tithe of these gruesome stories were made public. And he believed Jimmy capable of making them public, being guilty thereby of an error of judgment. Jimmy, though he had no respect at all for Mr.
"De mug what came dis afternoon. Ole man McEachern brought him. I seed Miss Molly talking to him." "The chap from the inn? Why, that's an old New York friend of McEachern's." "Anyhow, Mr. Chames, he's a sleut'. I can tell 'em by deir eyes and deir feet, and de whole of dem." An idea came into Jimmy's mind. "I see," he said. "Our friend McEachern has got him in to spy on us.
But, as Jimmy sat there, eying the multitude through the smoke of his cigarette, he felt, despite all the brightness and glitter, that this was a flat world, and that he was very much alone in it. A little over a year had passed since the merry evening at Police-Captain McEachern's. During that time, he had covered a good deal of new ground. His restlessness had reasserted itself.
To be discreet was one of the chief articles in the creed of the young men from Wragge's Detective Agency. But handcuffs are not easily concealed. Jimmy stood staring in amazement at McEachern's wrists. "Some sort of a round game?" he enquired with interest. The detective became confidential. "It's this way, Mr. Pitt. There's been some pretty deep work going on here.
Some inkling of the truth began to penetrate McEachern's consciousness. He had become obsessed with the idea that, as the captive was not Spike, it must be Jimmy. The possibility of Mr. Galer's being the subject of discussion only dawned upon him now. "What do you mean?" he cried. "Who is it that you have arrested?" "Blest if I know.
McEachern's massive jaw protruded truculently in the manner that had scared good behavior into brawling East Siders. "I know your sort," he said. "I'll call your bluff. And you won't get till to-morrow, either. It'll be now." "'Why should we wait for the morrow? You are queen of my heart to-night," murmured Jimmy, encouragingly. "I'll expose you before them all. I'll tell them everything."
"Oh, I er I was out at the time," said Spennie. "But something frightened the feller," he went on hurriedly, "and he made a bolt for it without taking anything." Jimmy, looking down the table, became conscious that his host's eye was fixed gloomily upon him. He knew intuitively what was passing in McEachern's mind. The ex-policeman was feeling that his worst suspicions had been confirmed.
So might the colonel of a regiment have looked at the latest-joined subaltern, if the latter, during mess, had offered to teach him how to conduct himself on parade. "I'm going to marry your daughter," said Jimmy. "You are going to marry me daughter!" echoed Mr. McEachern, as one in a trance. "I am going to marry your daughter." The purple deepened on Mr. McEachern's face.
I was thinking, and I suppose he was, too. At any rate, he said nothing. I I think you might believe me." She began to cry quietly. Her father had never been like this before. It hurt her. McEachern's manner changed in a flash. In the shock of finding Jimmy and Molly together on the terrace, he had forgotten himself. He had had reason, to be suspicious.
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