OSCAR ENCOUNTERS A SERIES OF ADVENTURES IN FOLLOWING A PROMISING
TRAIL AND MEETS WITH A PLEASANT SURPRISE.
Oscar slid down the stairs. His trick had been too good a one for him to
take any chances. He did not wish to scare his bird off ere he had him
bagged. He walked away and waited for Tom to appear. The man, however,
for some reason or other remained in his rooms, and our hero at length
muttered:
"All right, I have him treed. I can put my hand on him any time."
Oscar walked away and proceeded to Broadway, and having another matter
on hand which he was quietly shadowing he went to a noted private
clubhouse. He entered and lounged for some time around the parlor. His
keen eyes were wandering around in restless glances--not that he was
directly looking for anything, but it was a habit, and as it will be
demonstrated it was a useful habit in a man of his profession. He
observed two strangers enter the assembly-room and later go with a club
member to the café. This was not an unusual incident, and possibly might
have passed off as intended by certain parties but for one fatal error.
Just as the men passed through a doorway the clubman turned and took a
measuring glance at our hero. The keen detective noted the fact which to
him was significant, and he muttered:
"Hello! what does this mean?"
Oscar's mind acted rapidly. He reviewed all the facts. He had just
entered the club; he had come from a close "shadow;" two men entered
immediately after him; he had never seen either of the men in the
clubhouse before; they addressed one of the members and the three passed
from the general sitting-room, but not until the clubman had taken a
suggestive glance at our hero, and this latter fact was very
significant--it meant something. Oscar did not recognize the club
member. He had seen him, however, several times in the clubhouse, and
was satisfied that the man was really a member. But who were the other
two men, and why had they directed attention toward him? This was the
question at that moment. Oscar retired to one of the private club-rooms.
He wrought a marvelous change in his appearance. It was one of the most
magical transforms ever attempted, and having worked the change he
descended to the café. In the club our hero was not known as a
detective. He was registered there as a matter of business, and had
adopted but one initial, taking his middle name, so that under no
circumstances would Woodford Dunne and Oscar Dunne be recognized as the
same person. The club to him was a convenience for "fly" purposes. Once
in the café he saw the two men and the club member seated at a table
engaged in earnest conversation, and he heard the club member say:
"I still insist that you have made a mistake."
"How?"
"In the crowd you lost your man and have trailed the wrong man."
"I am certain he is the same man."
"But I know the man."
"Who is he?"
"I asked his name a few days ago. His name is Woodford Dunne. He is not
an officer--a bank clerk, I think, or possibly a traveling salesman. One
thing is certain: he was not trailing your man, not trailing any one."
The man who had asked "Who is he?" was thoughtful a moment and then
said:
"Our danger may be greater than you imagine."
"Nonsense!"
"I say yes."
"How?"
"Are you dead certain that man Woodford Dunne is not in this club to
shadow _you_?"
The man addressed turned pale--very pale.
"How long have you known him as a member?"
"I am certain he has been a member for a number of months."
"It's all very strange. I tell you we have made no mistake. That man was
listening at the door of Wadleigh, and it is Mrs. Wadleigh that we
expect to employ. He came from Wadleigh's rooms, where he had been
peeping, to this clubhouse."
The men were talking in very low tones. Oscar had sneaked in and had not
been observed by them, so intensely were they engrossed in their talk.
He had dropped into a seat near them and had picked up a paper.
"How do you know he was listening at Wadleigh's keyhole?"
"You know our orders. Having agreed to employ Mrs. Wadleigh, the
governor gave us orders to shadow Wadleigh. We have been on his track. I
was going to take a peep and a listen, and silently ascended the stairs
when I saw I had been anticipated. I slipped back to the street and we
lay around. That man who you say is Dunne came from the house and we
followed him here."
"He may have come from some other part of the house."
"I would like to think so, but I know better. He lay around after he
left the house for Wadleigh to come forth, but we managed to give
Wadleigh a tip and he stayed in his rooms. There is no mistake; the man
Woodford Dunne was the man we saw dodging at Wadleigh's keyhole. What
his real lay was I don't know, and we might assume it was an off play
but for the fact that he came here. _You_ are here. Is he not on your
shadow? That's what I want to know."
"This is very serious."
"Yes, it is."
"We must go into this man Dunne."
"We must."
"And if your suspicions are correct the flag of the clubhouse must soon
float at half mast for a dead member. We cannot afford to be tripped up
now."
"That is true."
At this moment one of the men for the first time observed the presence
of our hero. They had no reason to suspect that the man reading the
paper understood the subject matter of their discourse and again, they
did not realize how distinctly in their engrossment they had spoken. The
presence of the club member did not give them much concern, but they
changed their theme.
Oscar still maintained his position, and strange thoughts were running
through his mind. He had obtained the information that many supposedly
reputable men were in the great steal, and here he had evidence that a
member of a very respectable social club was possibly in the great
organization. It was not a startling discovery in one sense, for the
police records will show that many a man who lived a reputable life
before the great public for many years has been in the end discovered to
be a cool, calculating rogue in alliance with criminals. Even while we
write this statement one of these disclosures has been made to a
startled public. Accident unmasked a millionaire, a man who has posed
before the public for twenty years, and this accidental discovery led to
the positive proof that this same man has been a systematic criminal for
years; and even after having acquired a million he continued his evil
criminal game until exposure came, as it is always sure to come and
overtake the guilty sooner or later.
The men left the café. Oscar had a good lead and he knew he must go very
slowly, as he had some very keen men to deal with. Again he went to a
private room and worked back to Mr. Woodford Dunne. He had played his
little game around the men and determined to let them play moth around
his light.
A little later he left the clubhouse. He had determined to give the men
a chance. Instead of being a shadower he learned that he was being
"shadowed." He had been there before. He could stand a shadow as well as
he could shadow others. He determined to give the men a fair show, a
better show than he usually got when playing the same game. He went to a
well-known gambling place. There was not a resort in New York City that
our hero could not locate, and in every one of these resorts, under one
guise or another, he had an _entrée_. In some places he was known under
one character, and in others under a very different guise. He had laid
out all this piping for as many different emergencies. Having become a
detective, he made the methods of his profession an exact science. Oscar
had not been long in the gambling den when his original suspicions were
all fully confirmed. The two men who had shadowed him to the club
entered, and our hero mentally argued:
"Those fellows certainly stick to my identity."
The detective engaged in the game. He was not a gambler--he abhorred
gambling. He had seen so many men drop down to poverty who had taken
their first step back in a gambling den, and during the course of his
career he had warned, and in some instances saved young clerks who were
just beginning to slide downward. Gambling is a fatal amusement and
sooner or later leads to disaster. Oscar, however, knew how to gamble.
He had learned the various games merely as aids in his profession, for
most criminals are inveterate gamblers, and it is in gambling dens where
detectives find their richest fields for "dead shadows."
A few moments after Oscar had gotten into the game one of the men who
were shadowing him also got in. It proved to be a very commonplace play.
No large bets were made, no great sums were lost or won. The shadower
had managed to crowd in beside our hero, and Oscar had favored him in
securing the seat, and as was expected the man opened a conversation.
"A slow game," he said.
"Very," answered our hero laconically.
"I don't like this faro anyhow," said the man.
"It passes time."
"I prefer a good game of draw."
Oscar detected that the man was just playing a good game of _draw_--he
was trying to _draw_ our hero into a private little game of draw-poker;
but it was not the poker that he wanted to inaugurate. His game was to
draw our hero to some convenient place where he could play a still more
significant game of _draw_.
"I like a game of draw myself," said Oscar, nowise loath to favor the
man's game.
The detective did not know where it was all leading to, or what it was
leading up to as a final denouement, but he was inured to the taking of
desperate chances. Peril was a pastime to him. He was ever watchful and
always prepared for danger.
"I think I've seen you before," said the man.
"Where?"
"I can't recall; possibly in some club."
Our hero had detected that he was dealing with a very smart man--a man
of nerve and coolness--a man who went slow but sure. He also discerned
that it was to be a play of skill and experience in roguery against
experience and skill in detective work.
"Let's take a little of their whisky," said the man. "It's about all we
can get out of this game."
Oscar, having set out to be led, rose from the table, cashed in his
checks, as his whilom friend did, and followed to the sideboard where
they were joined by the second man, and number one said:
"My friend Thatford. I don't know your name, sir."
"Woodford Dunne," answered our hero promptly.
"Yes, I've heard the name. I reckon you are acquainted with some friend
of mine, for I've certainly heard the name."
The men had poured out their drink, when number one, who had announced
his own name as Girard, said:
"That's mighty poor whisky. It's like the game--bad."
Thatford said:
"Let's go and have a little lunch and a good drink to wash out that vile
stuff."
"Will you go with us?" said Girard.
"You must excuse me, gentlemen; I am a stranger. I cannot thrust myself
upon you."
"It's no thrusting; we would be glad to have you join us. Thatford and
I are no strangers in New York. Really, I am glad to have met you. I
know a good fellow when I meet him. I am a sort of mind reader in
picking out thoroughbreds."
"If you will excuse me, gentlemen, I will decline your invitation. I
thought I'd drop around to the theater and see the closing act."
"That ain't a bad scheme. We'll go with you and have a little cold snack
afterward."
As the men had invited our hero to accompany them he could not well
refuse to permit them to accompany him, especially in view of the little
plan he had settled to act in regard to them.
The three men did proceed to a theater, and our hero was surprised to
see one of the men, Girard, bow to a very innocent-looking and beautiful
girl who was in a private box in company with quite a stylish party.
Girard was a good-looking man and he dressed with faultless taste. No
one would suspect him as a rogue on his appearance, and besides his
manners were excellent--quite gentlemanly.
Oscar fixed his gaze on the fair girl between whom and Girard the nod of
recognition had passed, and as he stood there in the theater he revolved
in his mind the singular facts. He wondered how a man of Girard's
polished exterior should have been chosen to act the spy on a common
confederate rogue.
Later he was destined to learn why Girard had been selected.
When the curtain went down on the last act Girard said:
"Thatford, you will have to excuse me to-night. I see a lady friend
here. I may receive an invitation to dine with the party she
accompanies."
"I won't excuse you," said Thatford.
"Our friend here will keep you company."
"No, you must go with me."
"Where will you go?"
"To the Brunswick."
"I may join you later."
Oscar discerned the fine play that was being worked on him. He fell to
the whole business, and more keenly appreciated what an excellent actor
the man Girard really was.
"I fear I will have to beg off," said Oscar.
"No, no, gentleman, this will not do. I am as hungry as a bear, but do
not propose to sit down to a solitary meal. Come, Mr. Dunne, you must
certainly be my guest."
"All right, sir, as you insist. I did intend to go home and retire early
to-night, but recognizing how your friend here has deserted you I will
go with you."
"I am obliged to you, and we will have a meal that shall amply
compensate you. Girard will lose it, and when we tell him of our good
time to-morrow we will make him green with envy."
"I may be with you. I am not sure yet I will receive an invitation from
the other party."
"That chap," thought Oscar, "is a quick thinker. He knows how to take
advantage of the slightest incident when he is playing a game. All
right, he is a bright player. We shall see how to scheme against him."
Girard went away, and Thatford and Oscar proceeded to the Brunswick. The
former became quite confidential after the first glass of wine, and his
confidences were conventional and natural.
"My friend Girard is a great chap," he said, "one of the biggest-hearted
fellows in the world. He is very rich and generous."
"He appears like a very generous man," said Oscar.
"He is just what he appears to be. He has but one weakness--he is
excessively fond of draw."
"Yes," thought Oscar, "he is playing a big game of draw with me, and he
expects to draw me into some sort of a web. Well, he may succeed; we
can't tell, Mr. Spider."
Oscar did not speak out just what he thought, but said:
"I am partial to a little game myself under the proper conditions."
"What do you consider the proper conditions?"
"My companions in the game gentlemen, who, like myself, play for the
sake of amusement, and not to win for the sake of the money."
"Then Girard is your man, and I think he has taken a great fancy to you,
Dunne. He is a queer fellow in some things, but when he takes a fancy to
a man, he clings to him, and is always ready to do a good turn."
"That is a good trait."
"Do you know, or rather would you suspect, that he was a poor orphan,
and the architect of his own great fortune?"
"No, he acts to me like a man born to wealth."
"On the contrary, he is the son of Irish parents. He was born out West.
His father was a ne'er-do-well. Girard at the age of twelve started in
to provide for his mother and brothers and sisters. He went to Chicago
and got in with a firm on the produce exchange. He served them well for
several years and saved money until he could speculate on his own
account. He is an honorable fellow. He resigned his position the moment
he started in to deal on his own account, and he moved right along,
making little successes, until finally he had money enough to go in for
a big strike. He caught the market just right and at the age of
twenty-eight got out of business with half a million to the right side
of his hank account. He then came on to New York, and here he has lead
an easy life, just enjoying himself in a quiet way; and, as I said, his
great weakness is poker. He don't play a heavy game, but loses with a
good grace and wins with exceeding courtesy."
"I reckon he must be a pretty good fellow."
"He is, and hang me, if we are not going to have the pleasure of his
company. That pretty girl did not ring him into her party, and he has
come to make things pleasant for us. I am glad he is here."
Girard, looking as innocent and jovial as a "let her go easy," honest
man, joined Oscar and Thatford, and started in with a pretty compliment,
saying:
"Well, gentlemen, I got left, but I am stranded on a pleasant shore when
my 'renig' sends me to such excellent company and such a bountiful
repast."