Part 75 (1/2)

”Our friend the hall-porter,” Sogrange continued, ”has given me the card of an ex-detective who will be our escort. He calls for us to-night, or rather to-morrow morning, at one o'clock. Then behold! the wand is waved, the land of adventures opens before us.”

Peter grunted.

”I don't want to damp your enthusiasm, my Canadian friend,” he said, ”but the sort of adventures you may meet with to-night are scarcely likely to fire your romantic nature. I know a little about what they call this underneath world in New York. It will probably resolve itself into a visit to Chinatown, where we shall find the usual dummies taking opium and quite prepared to talk about it for the usual tip. After that we shall visit a few low dancing halls, be shown the scene of several murders, and the thing is done.”

”You are a cynic,” Sogrange declared. ”You would throw cold water upon any enterprise. Anyway, our detective is coming. We must make use of him, for I have engaged to pay him twenty-five dollars.”

”We'll go where you like,” Peter a.s.sented, ”so long as we dine on a roof garden. This beastly fur coat keeps me in a state of chronic perspiration.”

”Never mind,” Sogrange said, consolingly, ”it's most effective. A roof garden, by all means.”

”And recollect,” Peter insisted, ”I bar Chinatown. We've both of us seen the real thing, and there's nothing real about what they show you here.”

”Chinatown is erased from our program,” Sogrange agreed. ”We go now to dine. Remind me, Baron, that I inquire for those strange dishes of which one hears Terrapin, Canvas-backed Duck, Green Corn, Strawberry Shortcake.”

Peter smiled grimly.

”How like a Frenchman,” he exclaimed, ”to take no account of seasons!

Never mind, Marquis, you shall give your order and I will sketch the waiter's face. By the bye, if you're in earnest about this expedition to-night, put your revolver into your pocket.”

”But we 're going with an ex-detective,” Sogrange replied.

”One never knows,” Peter said, carelessly.

They dined close to the stone palisading of one of New York's most famous roof gardens. Sogrange ordered an immense dinner but spent most of his time gazing downwards. They were higher up than at the hotel and they could see across the tangled maze of lights even to the river, across which the great ferry-boats were speeding all the while--huge creatures of streaming fire and whistling sirens. The air where they sat was pure and crisp. There was no fog, no smoke, to cloud the almost crystalline clearness of the night.

”Baron,” Sogrange declared, ”if I had lived in this city I should have been a different man. No wonder the people are all conquering.”

”Too much electricity in the air for me,” Peter answered. ”I like a little repose. I can't think where these people find it.”

”One hopes,” Sogrange murmured, ”that before they progress any further in utilitarianism, they will find some artist, one of themselves, to express all this.”

”In the meantime,” Peter interrupted, ”the waiter would like to know what we are going to drink. I've eaten such a confounded jumble of things of your ordering that I should like some champagne.”

”Who shall say that I am not generous!” Sogrange replied, taking up the wine carte. ”Champagne it shall be. We need something to nerve us for our adventures.”

Peter leaned across the table.

”Sogrange,” he whispered, ”for the last twenty-four hours I have had some doubts as to the success of our little enterprise. It has occurred to me more than once that we are being shadowed.”

Sogrange frowned.

”I sometimes wonder,” he remarked, ”how a man of your suspicious nature ever acquired the reputation you undoubtedly enjoy.”

”Perhaps it is because of my suspicious nature,” Peter said. ”There is a man staying in our hotel whom we are beginning to see quite a great deal of. He was talking to the head porter a few minutes before you this afternoon. He supped at the same restaurant last night. He is dining now three places behind you to the right, with a young lady who has been making flagrant attempts at flirtation with me, notwithstanding my gray hairs.”

”Your reputation, my dear Peter,” Sogrange murmured--

”As a decoy,” Peter interrupted, ”the young lady's methods are too vigorous. She pretends to be terribly afraid of her companion, but it is entirely obvious that she is acting on his instructions. Of course, this may be a ruse of the reporters. On the other hand, I think it would be wise to abandon our little expedition to-night.”