THE DISGUISED LISTENER.
On the Monday morning succeeding the attempt at burglary so happily
defeated, Paul thought he ought to go round to the counting-room of
Mr. Preston and acquaint him with the particulars. He accordingly
deferred opening his place of business--if I may use so ambitious a
phrase of the humble necktie stand over which he presided--and bent
his steps toward Mr. Preston's counting-room. The latter had just
arrived.
"Good-morning, Paul," said Mr. Preston, smiling. "I know all about
it."
"About what, sir?" inquired Paul, surprised.
"About the burglary."
"Who told you?" our hero asked, in astonishment.
"Didn't you know it was in the papers?"
"No, sir."
"I read it on my way downtown. These reporters get hold of everything.
Read that."
Mr. Preston put into Paul's hands a morning paper, pointing to the
following paragraph:
"On Saturday evening an attempt was made to rob the house of Nathaniel
Talbot, No. -- Madison avenue. The attempt was made by two well-known
burglars, familiarly known as Jack Morgan and Tom Marlowe. The
enterprise promised to be successful, as Mr. Talbot is absent in
Europe with his family. During his absence the house is taken care of
by a Mrs. Hoffman, whose son Paul, a boy of sixteen, keeps a necktie
stand below the Astor House. Paul, who seems to be possessed of
courage and coolness, learned that the attempt was about to be made,
and determined not only to frustrate it, but to get hold of the
burglars. He gave information at police headquarters, and when the
brace of worthies arrived they met a reception as unexpected as it was
unwelcome. They were permitted to effect an entrance, and met with no
drawback till they reached the second story. Then the police made
their appearance on the scene and effected the capture of Morgan.
Marlowe succeeded in effecting his escape, but the police are on his
track, and his haunts in the city being known, there is every reason
to believe that he will be captured. Great credit is due to the boy
Paul, through whose bravery and good judgment Mr. Talbot's house has
been saved from robbery, and probably two noted desperadoes captured."
Paul read this paragraph with pleasure, as may readily be supposed. He
was glad to find that his efforts in Mr. Talbot's behalf were likely
to secure recognition.
"I never thought of getting into the papers," he said, looking up. "I
don't see how the reporters found out about it."
"Oh, the reporters are everywhere. Probably they call every evening at
police quarters and obtain information of all such cases. You see,
Paul, you are getting famous."
"I only did what I ought to do," said Paul, modestly.
"I agree to that, but that is more than many of us can say. If we all
could say it with justice, we should have a very different world from
what we have at present."
"Besides," said Paul, who, though he liked praise, wanted to be just,
"there is some one else, a boy, too, who had more to do with the
affair than I."
"Who was that?"
"The boy who told me the house was to be entered."
"Tell me all about it. I told you I knew all about it, but there is
one thing the paper does not explain how you found out the plans of
those villains."
"I will tell you, sir. One day I saw a boy in front of the
eating-house where I usually dine, who looked hungry. I have known
what it was to be hungry myself, and I pitied him. So I asked him in
and gave him some dinner. I think it was the next day that he came
round and asked me if I did not live in Mr. Talbot's house on Madison
avenue. He said the man he lived with and another were intending to
break into it and rob the safe. They seemed to know that my mother and
myself were the only ones who occupied it."
"How old a boy was he?"
"I don't know his age. He looks about twelve, but he may be older."
"What do you suppose made him bring you the information?"
"I think he felt grateful for the dinner I gave him."
"Did you see him more than once?"
"Yes, several times. It seems the two men intended at first to make
the attempt this evening, but for some reason they came to distrust
the boy, who was acquainted with their plans, and fixed it for
Saturday. They didn't intend to let him know of their change of plan,
but he overheard one of them talking in his sleep. He came and told
me. This was lucky, as otherwise I should not have been ready for
them."
"What is the name of this boy?"
"Julius."
"He has certainly done you and Mr. Talbot great service. What is your
opinion of him? Has he been spoiled by living with thieves?"
"I don't think he has. If he could have a chance to do better, I think
he would."
"He shall have a chance. I suppose you will see him soon."
"I shouldn't wonder if he would come round to my stand to-day."
"If he does, bring him here."
"Yes, sir, I will."
"What you have told me, Paul," continued Mr. Preston, "does not lessen
your own merits. But for your kindness to this poor boy you would have
heard nothing of the intended burglary, and been unable to take the
measures which have proved so happily successful."
"You are determined to praise me, Mr. Preston," said Paul.
"Because you deserve it. I shall take care to write particulars to Mr.
Talbot, who will doubtless have seen the paragraph you have just read,
and will be interested to hear more. I shall not forget your part in
the affair."
"Thank you, sir. I shall be glad to have Mr. Talbot know that I am
faithful to his interests."
"He shall know it."
A boy entered the office at this point, with a number of letters from
the post office, and Mr. Preston began to read them. Paul saw that it
was time to go, and bade him good-morning.
"Good-morning, Paul," said his patron. "Don't forget to bring me the
boy, Julius."
"I won't forget, sir."
Paul was not likely to forget, for he, too, felt grateful to Julius,
and was glad to think the poor boy was likely to receive a reward for
his services. Through the arrest of Jack Morgan he would be thrown
upon his own exertions, and aid would doubtless be welcome. Paul felt
an honorable satisfaction in knowing that he was rising in the world,
and he was unselfish enough to desire to see others prosper also.
He was not mistaken in supposing Julius would call upon him. About
eleven o'clock he came up to the stand.
"Good-morning, Julius," said Paul, cordially.
"Good-morning," said the smaller boy. "Was Jack and Marlowe round to
your house last night?"
"Yes."
"Was they took?" asked Julius, anxiously.
"Morgan was captured, but Marlowe escaped."
The boy's countenance fell, and he looked alarmed.
"Do you think they'll take him?"
"They are on his track. I don't think that he can escape."
"If he does he'll kill me," said Julius; "he suspected me afore. Now
he'll know I let out about him and Jack."
"He won't dare to come near you."
"Why won't he?"
"He knows the police are after him; he'll hide somewhere."
"I don't know," said Julius, thoughtfully.
"He'll be awful mad with me. He'll try to do me some harm if he can."
"I should be sorry to have any harm come to you, Julius," said Paul,
earnestly. "If Marlowe is arrested it will be all right."
"He shut me up last night before he went away; Jack and he did."
"How was that?"
Julius gave an account of his confinement, and how he escaped through
the help of Mrs. O'Connor. He did not know of Marlowe's subsequent
visit to the room, and his disappointment at finding the bird flown.
He did not know of this, not having dared to go round there since,
lest he should come upon Jack or Marlowe. Now he knew it was only the
latter he had to fear.
"You managed it pretty well about getting away," said Paul. "It
reminds me of something that happened to me--I was locked up in a
hotel once the same way," and he gave Julius a little account of his
adventure at Lovejoy's Hotel, with the jeweler from Syracuse, as
narrated in an earlier volume of this series, "Paul the Peddler."
Julius was interested in the story.
"Have you got any money, Julius?" asked Paul, when he had finished.
"I've got ten cents. I didn't have much luck this mornin'. I left my
blackin'-box in the room, and I didn't dare to go after it, as I
thought I might meet Marlowe or Jack."
"Haven't you had any breakfast, then?"
"Yes, I went down to the Long Branch boat and got a chance to carry a
carpet-bag. The gentleman gave me a quarter; I spent fifteen cents for
breakfast, and I've got ten left."
"You must stop and go to dinner with me, Julius. It is twenty minutes
to eleven already. I shall go at twelve."
"You spend too much money on me," said Julius.
"Never mind that. Where would I be if you hadn't told me about this
burglary? I should have known nothing about it, and I might have been
murdered. I've told about you to Mr. Preston, a friend of Mr. Talbot,
whose house I live in, and he wants me to bring you round to his
counting-room. He is going to do something for you."
Julius brightened up. He had never had any friend excepting Jack
Morgan, and the reader can form some idea of the value of such a
friend as Jack.
"When does he want me to come to his room?" he asked.
"I'll go round with you after dinner. You want to rise in the world,
don't you, Julius?"
"I'd like to, but I ain't had any chance."
"I think Mr. Preston will give you a chance. You can be thinking what
you would like to do, and he will help you to it."
"I would like to go out West. I'm afraid to stay here. Marlowe might
find me."
"I don't know but you are right, Julius. Out West there is more of a
chance to rise. You can tell Mr. Preston what you wish."
While the boys were talking a man stood near by, who listened
attentively to what was said, hearing every word. Neither Paul nor
Julius remarked him. He was a tall man, with red hair, and a face
marked by the smallpox. He was dressed in the garb of a sailor. Of
course this was Marlowe. It was imprudent for him to post himself in
so public a place, but he trusted to his disguise, and he wanted to
hear for himself the conversation between the two boys. He learned,
what he suspected before, that to the boy, Julius, he was indebted for
the failure of his attempt at burglary. When the two boys went to
dinner he followed them.