MR. DENTON OF CHICAGO.
In due time, Nicholas Bundy and Oliver arrived at Chicago. They took up
their residence at a small hotel, and Mr. Bundy prepared to search for
some trace of Rupert Jones. He couldn't find the name in the directory,
but after diligent search ascertained that such a man had been in
business in Chicago ten years before. Where he went or what became of
him could not immediately be learned. Time was required, and it became
necessary to prolong their stay in the city.
Mr. Bundy did not care to make acquaintances. With Oliver he was not
lonely. But one evening, while sitting in the public room, a stranger
entered into conversation with him.
"My dear sir," he said to Mr. Bundy, "I perceive that you smoke. Won't
you oblige me by accepting one of my cigars? I flatter myself that you
will find it superior to the one you are smoking."
If there was one thing that Nicholas Bundy enjoyed it was a good cigar.
"Thank you, sir," he said. "You are very obliging."
"Oh, don't mention it," said the other. "The fact is I am rather an
enthusiast on the subject of cigars. I would like your opinion of this
one."
Nicholas took the proffered cigar and lighted it. He was sufficient
of a judge to see that it was really superior, and his manner became
almost genial toward the stranger who had procured him this pleasure.
"It is capital," he said. "Where can I get more like it?"
"Oh, I'll undertake that," said the other. "How many would you like?"
"A hundred to begin with."
"You shall have them. By the way, do you remain long in the city?"
"I can't tell. It depends upon my business."
"Why do you stay at a hotel? You would find a boarding-house more
comfortable and cheaper."
"Do you know of a good one?"
"I can recommend the one where I am myself living. There is a chamber
next to my own that is vacant, if you would like to look at it."
The proposal struck Nicholas favorably and he agreed to accompany his
new acquaintance the next morning to look at it.
The house was one of fair appearance, with a tolerably good location.
The chamber referred to by Denton (this was the stranger's name) was
superior to the room in the hotel, while the terms were more reasonable.
"What do you say, Oliver?" asked Mr. Bundy. "Shall we remove here?"
"Just as you like, sir. It seems a very pleasant room."
The landlady was seen, and the arrangement was made for an immediate
removal. She was a woman of middle age, bland in her manners, but there
was something shifty and evasive in her eyes not calculated to inspire
confidence. Neither Nicholas nor Oliver thought much of this at the
time, though it occurred to them afterward.
"You'll find her a good landlady," said Denton, who seemed pleased at
the success of the negotiations. "I have been here over a year, and I
have never had anything to complain of. The table is excellent."
"I am not likely to find fault with it," said Nicholas. "I've roughed
it a good deal in my time, and I aint much used to luxury. If I get a
comfortable bed, and good plain victuals, it's enough for me."
"So you've been a rolling stone, Mr. Bundy," said the stranger
enquiringly.
"Yes, I have wandered about the world more or less."
"They say 'a rolling stone gathers no moss,'" continued Mr. Denton. "I
hope you have gathered enough to retire upon."
"I have got enough to see me through," said Nicholas quietly.
"So have I," said Denton. "Queer coincidence, isn't it? When I was
fifteen years old I hadn't a cent, and being without shoes I had to go
barefoot. Now I've got enough to see me through. Do you see that ring?"
displaying at the same time a ring with an immense colorless stone.
"It's worth a cool thousand,--genuine diamond, in fact,--and I am able
to wear it. Whenever I get hard up--though there's no fear of that--I
have that to fall back upon."
Nicholas examined the ring briefly.
"I never took a fancy to such things," he said quietly. "I'd as soon
have a piece of glass, as far as looks go."
"You're right," said Denton. "But I have a weakness for diamonds. They
are a good investment, too. This ring is worth two hundred dollars more
than I gave for it."
"Is it?" asked Nicholas. "Well, all have their tastes. I'd rather have
what the ring cost in gold or Government bonds."
Denton laughed.
"I see you are a plain man with plain tastes," he said. "Well, it takes
all sorts of men to make a world, and I don't mind confessing that I
like show."
The same day they moved into the boarding-house. It was arranged that
Oliver, as before, should occupy the same room with his new guardian,
and for his use a small extra bed was put in.
"We are next-door neighbors," said Denton, "I hope you won't find me an
unpleasant neighbor. The fact is, I sleep like a top all night. Never
know anything from the minute I lie down till it's time to get up. Are
you gentlemen good sleepers?"
"I sleep well," said Nicholas. "It's with me very much as it is with
you."
"Of course you sleep well, my young friend," said the new acquaintance
to Oliver. "Boys of your age ought not to wake up during the night."
"I believe I am a pretty good sleeper," said Oliver. "Why is he so
particular about enquiring whether we sleep well?" thought our hero.
He was not particularly inclined to suspicion, but somehow he had
never liked Mr. Denton. The man's manner was hearty and cordial, but
there was a sly, searching, crafty look which Oliver had occasionally
detected, which set him to thinking. Not so with Nicholas. He had
seen much of men's treachery, he had suffered much from it also, but
at heart he was disposed to judge favorably of his fellow-men, except
where he had special reason to know that they were unreliable.
"Our neighbor seems very obliging," he said to Oliver, after Denton had
left the room.
"Yes, sir," answered Oliver. "I wonder why I don't like him."
"Don't like him!" repeated. Nicholas in surprise.
"No. I can't seem to trust him."
"He appears pleasant enough," said Mr. Bundy. "A little vain, perhaps,
or he wouldn't wear a thousand dollars on his finger. There wouldn't be
many diamonds sold if all were like me."
"I wonder what his business is?"
"He has never told me. From what he says he probably lives upon his
means."
Oliver did not continue the conversation. Very likely his distrust was
undeserved by the man who inspired it, and he did not feel justified
in trying to prejudice Mr. Bundy against him.
Finding Nicholas was tired in the evening, Oliver went out after supper
by himself. He was naturally drawn to the more brilliantly lighted
streets, which, even at ten o'clock in the evening, were gay with foot
passengers. Sauntering along, he found himself walking behind two
gentlemen, and could not avoid hearing their conversation.
"Do you see that man in front of us?" asked one.
"The one with the diamond ring?" for the stone sparkled in the light.
"Yes; he is the one I mean."
"What of him?"
"He is one of the most notorious gamblers and confidence men in
Chicago."
"Indeed! What is his name?"
"He has several--Denton, Forbes, Cranmer, and half a dozen others."
Naturally Oliver's curiosity was excited by what he heard. Passing the
speakers, he scanned the man of whom they had been conversing.
It was Denton--the man who had been so friendly to Nicholas Bundy and
himself.
"I was right in distrusting him," he thought. "He is a dangerous man.
Now, what shall I do?"
Oliver decided not to tell Mr. Bundy immediately of what he had heard;
but, for his own part, he decided to watch carefully, lest Denton might
attempt in any way to injure them.