Part 25 (1/2)
It was nine o'clock when he entered the room where Jack Morgan and Marlowe, having got tired of playing cards, were leaning back against the wall in their chairs, smoking clay pipes. The room was full of the odor of a villainous quality of cheap tobacco when Julius reappeared.
”Well, Julius,” said Jack, removing his pipe from his mouth and regarding him eagerly, ”what luck?”
”Good,” said Julius briefly
”What have you found out?”
”I found out that the swag is in a safe upstairs on the second floor.”
”Good!” exclaimed Jack, admiringly. ”Didn't I tell you he was a sharp one, Marlowe?”
”How did you find that out?” asked Marlowe keenly. ”You didn't ask, did you?”
”I ain't a fool,” answered Julius.
”You haven't answered my question.”
”They give me some supper,” said Julius, who had got his story ready, ”and while I was eatin' I heard Mrs. Hoffman tell Paul that she had got some men to move the safe from the front room on the second floor into the bathroom. She didn't say what was in it, but it's likely the money's there.”
”The boy's right, Marlowe,” said Jack.
”Did they give you anything else besides supper?” asked Marlowe.
”Yes; they give me this coat,” answered Julius, indicating the coat he had on. ”Ain't it a bully fit?”
”Maybe they'd like to adopt you,” said Jack jocosely. ”If me and Marlowe go to Californy, you can go there.”
Meanwhile Marlowe's attention had been drawn to the coat. It struck him that he had seen it before. He soon remembered. Surely it was the one that he had seen purchased in Chatham street the same afternoon.
Coats in general are not easily distinguishable, but he had noticed a small round spot on the lapel of that, and the same reappeared on the coat which Julius brought home.
CHAPTER XV.
SUSPICION.
Julius had been about the streets all day, and felt tired. He threw himself down in the corner, and was soon asleep. Marlowe and Jack kept on with their game, the latter wholly unconscious of the thoughts that were pa.s.sing through the mind of his companion.
Finally Marlowe, at the conclusion of a game, said: ”I won't play any more to-night, Jack.”
”Tired, eh?”
”Tired of playing, but I've got something to say to you.”
”Out with it,” said Morgan, tilting his chair back against the wall.
”Wait a minute.”
Saying this, Marlowe rose from his seat, and advancing to the corner, leaned over the sleeping boy, and listened intently to his deep regular breathing.
”What's up?” asked Morgan, surprised.