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I am sending him the bare fact as to the canal bill's fate, and it is for him to seize the skirts of chance. I'll write the note now and deliver it at the office myself in the morning. Then we will see." "We will see," I echoed, and we parted for the night. At one o'clock the following afternoon Indiman and I stood watching the ticker in an up-town broker's office.
Remember now the instant that I bend down to kiss her." He was gone, leaving me to curse his folly. I tried to overtake him, but the foolish youth and his Josie blocked my way, intentionally, it seemed; that was part of their joshing of the stranger within the house-smiths' gates. I stepped up on the platform, and looked for Indiman.
"The Senate rejects the canal treaty," read out Indiman. "Now for the next quotation of Panama common; the last sale was at 70 1/2. Will you take the tape, Mr. Barnes?" There was an instant's pause in the click-click of the instrument, the heart-gripping lull before the breaking of the tempest.
"The famous 'Bridge'! Do you know it, then?" "I learned it from a Polish gentleman in Belgrade." "It is difficult." "Enormously so. It may come out once in a hundred times." Madame L. Hernandez produced a pack of cards from underneath the counter. "Will you oblige me, senor? I am anxious to see the play." Indiman proceeded with the explanation. It was too intricate for me to follow.
"If I tell you what you want to know," he said, "am I to be allowed to leave the house at once?" "Yes." "And I am to be safe from arrest? At least, sufficient time will be given " "Bah!" interrupted Indiman, scornfully. "Come and go as you will. I can break you like a rotten stick whenever it pleases me." Grenelli drew in his breath with a vicious hiss.
So that was the kind of persuasion that it had been necessary to apply to secure Mr. Grenelli's attendance. One is apt to yield the point when he feels a pistol-barrel prodding him in the ribs, and it is no great trick to set a trigger-catch with the weapon in your pocket. "Stand there," said Indiman, pointing to the far end of the table, and the man obeyed.
It was a wig, then; but I was hardly prepared for the secret that it had concealed for the close-cropped head, with its straw-colored hair, was unmistakably that of a man. "Look! look!" whispered Indiman.
"I don't like it frankly, I don't, old man. What if it should be a trap?" Indiman laughed heartily. "Why, of course, it's a trap," he said. "That's plain as a pike-staff, whatever a pike-staff itself may be. It's the particular kind of a trap that interests me. The why and the wherefore." Arrived at the house, Indiman handed a bill to the driver and we ascended the steps.
You promise to enter that door with me?" "I promise." House in the Middle of the Block "All things come to him who waits," quoted Indiman. "Do you believe that?" "It's a comfortable theory," I answered. "But an untenable one. And Fortune is equally elusive to those who seek her over-persistently. The truth, as usual, lies between the extremes." "Well?" "The secret is simple enough.
"It is the last night of the supplementary opera season," answered Indiman, "and we are going to dress and see what we can of Tschaikowsky's 'Queen of Spades. A novelty first and only performance outside of Russia, and Ternina heads the cast." "There is Mademoiselle D.," remarked Indiman, as his glass swept the semicircle of the parterre. "The fourth box from the end."
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