Part 1 (2/2)
”For G.o.d's sake, who are you and what do you want?” he demanded angrily.
Hood pushed him gently into a chair, utterly ignoring his fury.
”What time do we dine? Seven-thirty, I think your servant told me. I shan't dress if you don't mind. Speaking of clothes, that man of yours is a very superficial observer; let me in on the strength of my automobile coat, and I suppose the machine impressed him too. If he'd looked under the surface at these poor rags, I'd never have got by! That ill.u.s.trates an ancient habit of the serving cla.s.s in thinking all is gold that glitters. Sn.o.bs! Deplorable weakness! Let's talk like sensible men till the gong sounds.”
Deering shook himself impatiently. This absurd talk, carefully calculated, he a.s.sumed, to prolong his misery, had torn his nerves to shreds. Hood sat down close to him in a straight-backed chair, crossed his legs, and thrust his hands into his coat pockets.
”My dear boy, in the name of all the G.o.ds at once, cheer up! To satisfy your very natural curiosity, I'll say that I fancied you were in trouble and needed a strong arm to sustain you in your hour of trial. Laudable purpose--ah, I see you begin to feel more comfortable. I have every intention of playing the big brother to you for a few hours, weeks, or months, or till you come out of your green funk. You wonder, of course, what motive I have for intruding in this way--lying to your servant, and making myself at home in your house. The motive, so far as there is any, is the purely selfish one of finding enjoyment for myself, while incidentally being of service to you. And you're bound to admit that that's a fair offer in this world of greed and selfishness. The great trouble with most of us is that the flavor so soon wears out of the chewing-gum. Do you remember the last time you had a good, hearty laugh?
I'll wager you don't!”
Deering scowled, but Hood continued to expound his philosophy:
”The world's roaring along at such a rate we can't find happiness anywhere but in the dictionary. It's worrying me to death, just the spectacle of the fool old human race never getting a chance to sit down by the side of the road and pick the pebbles out of its shoes.
Everybody's feet hurt and everybody's carrying a blood pressure that's bound to blow the roof off. I tell you, Deering, civilization hasn't got anything on the gypsies but soap and sanitary plumbing, I'm just forty-five and for years I've kept in motion most of the time. Alone of great travellers William Jennings Bryan has reviewed more water-tanks than I. I find the same delight in b.u.t.te, Peoria, Galesburg, Des Moines, Ashtabula, and Bangor, in Tallaha.s.see, Birmingham, and Waco, that others seek in London, Paris, and Vienna--and it's all American stuff--business of flags flying and Const.i.tution being chanted offstage by a choir of a million voices! I've lived in coal-camps in Colorado, wintered with Maine lumbermen, hopped the ties with hobos, and enjoyed the friends.h.i.+p of thieves. I don't mean to brag, but I suppose there isn't a really first-rate crook in the country that I don't know. And down in the underworld they look on me--if I may modestly say it--as an old reliable friend. I've found these contacts immensely instructive, as you may imagine. Don't get nervous! I never stole anything in my life.”
He thrust his fingers into his inside waistcoat pocket, and drew out a packet of bills, neatly folded, and opened them for Deering's wondering inspection.
”I beg of you don't jump to the conclusion that I roll in wealth. Money is poison to me; I hate the very smell of it--haven't a cent of my own in the world. This belongs to my chauffeur--carry it as a precaution merely.”
Hood relighted his pipe, and dreamily watched the match blacken and curl in his fingers.
”Your chauffeur?” Deering suggested, like a child prompting a parent in the midst of an absorbing story.
”Oh, yes! Ca.s.sowary”--he p.r.o.nounced the word lingeringly as though to prolong his pleasure in it--”real name doesn't matter. His father rolled up a big wad cutting the forest primeval into lumber, and left it to Ca.s.sowary--matter of a million or two. Ca.s.sowary had been driven to drink by an unhappy love-affair when I plucked him as a brand from burning Broadway. Nice chap, but too much self-indulgence; never had any discipline. He's pretty well broken in now, and as we seemed to need each other we follow the long trail together. Manage to hit it off first-rate.
He's still mooning over the girl; tough that he can't have the only thing in the world he wants! Obstreperous parent adumbrated in the foreground, shotgun in hand. I don't allow Ca.s.sowary to carry any money--would rather risk contamination myself than expose him to it. If he stays with me for a few years, his acc.u.mulated income will roll up so that he can endow orchestras and art museums all through the prairie towns of the West, and become a great benefactor of mankind.”
Hood's story was manifestly absurd, and yet he invested it with a certain plausibility. Even Ca.s.sowary, as Hood described him, seemed a wholly credible person, and the bills Hood had drawn from his pocket bore all the marks of honest money.
Dinner was announced, and Hood lounged down-stairs and into the dining-room arm in arm with Deering. A tapestry on the wall immediately attracted his attention. After pecking at the edges with his long, slender fingers he turned to his seat with a sigh.
”Preposterous imitation! I dare say it was pa.s.sed off as a real Gobelin, but I know the artist who fakes those things--a New Jersey genius and very smooth at the game.”
Deering had never paid the slightest attention to the tapestry, which had hung in the room for a dozen years, but he apologized in a vein of irony for its spuriousness, and steeled himself against complaints of the food; but after tasting the soup Hood praised it with enthusiasm. He was wholly at ease, and his table manners were beyond criticism. He seemed indifferent to the construction Deering or the bewildered Briggs might place upon his confessions, to which he now glibly addressed himself.
”A couple of years ago I was roaming through the Western provinces with a couple of old friends who persist--against my advice, I a.s.sure you--in the childish pastime of safe-blowing. We got pinched _en bloc_, and as I was broke I had to sponge on the yeggs to get me out of jail.”
Briggs dropped a plate and Deering frowned at the interruption. Hood went on tranquilly:
”However, I was immured only three weeks, and the experience was broadening. That was in Omaha, and I'll say without fear of contradiction that the Omaha jail is one of the most comfortable in the Missouri Valley. I recommend it, Deering, without reservation, to any one in search of tranquillity. After they turned me loose I introduced myself to an old college cla.s.smate--fraternity brother--no danger of exposure. I had him put me up at the Omaha Club, and then I gave a dinner to the United States commissioner who heard my case, the district attorney, and the United States marshal. I wanted to ask the yeggs too--it seemed only square--but the judge was out of town, and the marshal was afraid his Honor might cite him for contempt if he brought his prisoners to my party. These things probably seem to you most ba.n.a.l, but take it all round I do manage to keep amused. Of course, now and then I pay more for my fun than it's worth. Last summer I mixed in with some moons.h.i.+ners in Tennessee. Moons.h.i.+ning is almost a lost art, and I wanted the experience before the business became extinct. An unsociable lot, the lone still boys, and wouldn't warm up to me a bit. The unhappy result was a bullet through my left lung. I got patched up by a country doctor, but had to spend two months in a Philadelphia hospital for the finis.h.i.+ng touches.”
Deering's uneasiness increased. This man who spoke so blithely of imprisonment and bullets in his lung must have a motive for his visit.
With a jerk of the head he sent Briggs from the room.
”This is all very amusing,” he remarked with decision as he put down his salad-fork, ”but will you pardon me for asking just why you came here? I have your own word for it that your favorite amus.e.m.e.nt is consorting with criminals, and that money you flashed may have been stolen for all I know! If you have any business with me----”
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