STRANGE DOINGS IN THE NIGHT
The following day Johnny carried out Pant's wish in the matter of selling
the three Liberty Bonds. When it came to picking up other bonds at Pant's
excessively low price, he experienced greater difficulty than had
Snowball. Indeed, in all his time off duty he secured only one bond.
"Guess I haven't struck the right spot yet," was his mental comment.
"I'll try again to-morrow."
It was just as he was about to return to his dapple grays that he
received a sudden shock. He had been idly glancing over the "Daily News"
when a headline caught his eye:
"Offers $1,000 Reward for Return of Lost Gem."
Quickly he read down the column, then his face fell.
"Guess he thinks I stole it," he muttered.
It certainly looked that way, for Major MacDonald had publicly offered a
reward of a thousand dollars for the return of the ring, and had made it
plain that no questions would be asked.
"They won't be asked, either." Johnny set his teeth hard. "I'll let him
know that he can keep his reward. I'll get that ring back, and I'll send
it to him with no return address."
Even as he spoke, he started. A new thought had struck him. What if the
girl who had the ring should read of the reward and return the jewelry?
Where would he be then?
"He'd think I had stolen it and given it to a circus girl," Johnny
groaned. "Then what would he think of me?"
But the next moment he was resolute again. "I'll get next to that boxing
bear fellow right away, and I'll cultivate the acquaintance of Millie, if
she cuts my face open with that whip of hers. I'll win yet! Watch my
smoke!"
He hastened away, resolved upon getting better acquainted with Millie
Gonzales at once.
That night, however, offered no further opportunity for making
acquaintances. Indeed, he was made more and more conscious of the fact
that in the circus there existed an almost unbreakable line of caste.
There were the performers and the attendants. The attendants were kept in
their places. They did not mingle with the performers; they were
distinctly considered beneath them.
"Oh, well," Johnny said to himself, "if that's that, why I'll have to get
to be a performer, that's all."
But when he came to think it over soberly, he could imagine no means by
which this end could be attained.
If he had but known it, the opportunity was to present itself in a not
far distant time, and in a manner as startling as it was sudden.
In one thing that night he was extremely fortunate--he succeeded in
securing a position where he could get a clear view of the performance of
two very interesting persons, Gwen, the Queen, and Allegretti, the man
who boxed the bear. The contrast of the two stood out in his thoughts
long after the performers had moved out of the ring. Gwen was wonderful.
Johnny was sure he had never seen anyone to equal her in all his life.
Light as a feather, waving her delicate silk parasol here and there, she
tripped across the invisible wire. Yet, fairy-like as she was, every move
spoke of strength, of well developed and perfectly trained muscles. She
wore the accustomed grease paint of the ring, but Johnny did not need to
be told that beneath this there lay the glow of a healthy skin.
"She's all right," he decided. "I'll wager she's an American. Only an
American girl could be like that."
Through the quarter of an hour during which Gwen was the center of
attention of the vast throng, he watched her. The breathless leaps in
air, the light, tripping dance from post to post, the bow, the smile--he
saw it all and breathed hard as she at last danced out of the ring.
"If she has the ring, it's going to be hard to get it," he decided. "If
another could be bought, and I had the money, I'd rather buy it and let
her keep the old one, but there's only one in all the world, and if she
has it I must get it from her. Gwen, big, wonderful American girl, I'm
for you, but I'm also a hard hearted detective, and I'm on your trail."
The antics of the swarthy foreigner who boxed the bear were as ludicrous
and grotesque as Gwen's act had been exquisite.
"Clumsy lobster!" Johnny exclaimed, after watching him for five minutes.
"What he doesn't know about boxing would fill an encyclopedia, and if he
didn't have a good natured bear, he'd get his head knocked off. All he's
good for is to dance with a bear on the street and hold out a tin cup for
nickels. Nevertheless, Allegretti, old boy, I've got to scrape up an
acquaintance with you someway, for that's on the road to the heart of
Gwen, though how she can stand the garlic and the look of your ugly mug
long enough to box a round with you is more than I can understand."
* * * * * * * *
While Johnny Thompson was watching the performance, two little girls,
sitting bolt upright in their beds in the big house of Major MacDonald in
far-away Amaraza, were planning wild things for the future. Through the
aid of their maid they had succeeded in securing for themselves suits
that would do with the circus--pink tights, exceedingly short blue
skirts, red slippers and green caps. All that bright afternoon they had
spent in the back yard practicing on their ponies. Standing up on the
back of one of them had been easy after the first few attempts, but when
Marjory had tried standing with one foot on each pony she had slipped
down between them and had come near to being crushed.
"We'll do that, too, some day," she had exclaimed resolutely.
And now, before they went to sleep, they were planning.
"Yes, sir," Marjory was saying, "that old circus will come back here some
time; I just know it will! Maybe next week."
"And Johnny Thompson will be with it," broke in Margaret. "I just know he
will, and we'll get on our ponies when the parade is started. We'll ride
right in the parade, and Johnny will see us and say, 'There are my
friends, Marjory and Margaret.' Won't he be proud of us!"
"Won't he, though!" The other twin clapped her hands in high glee.
They went to sleep finally, still thinking of Johnny and the circus, but
little dreaming of the remarkable and thrilling adventures in store for
them.
* * * * * * * *
That same night, after the circus tents had been darkened, two strange
things happened. The first was never made public; the second was the talk
of the circus people the next morning.
Scarcely had the last straggling sight-seer wandered from the grounds,
than two figures emerged from the side entrance to a small tent. They
were followed at a distance by a third. Darting directly for the wall
that lined the railway tracks, which at this point run some twelve feet
below the surface, but open to the air, they scaled the wall, and, by the
aid of a rope, let themselves down to the track.
The third person, having followed them to the wall and noted the
direction they had taken, contented himself with following along the
wall. Coming presently to some stairs, he crept silently down, then
having listened for a moment, possibly for the sound of footsteps, he
peered down the track. For an instant a pale crimson light flashed down
the track. It might easily have been mistaken for the glow of a switch
lantern. Then he pushed on after the pair.
The two men left the tracks at Randolph street and, taking a zigzag
course, headed for the river. Into a long, low-lying building facing the
stream they went. Not five minutes later the individual who had followed
them was braced against a wall, peering in through a crack in a broken
window pane. What he saw within was a low-ceilinged, dimly lighted room,
furnished only with a small table, four chairs and a dilapidated chest of
drawers. Four men were bent over the table. The lines of their faces
drawn in eagerness, they were staring at some flat object on the table.
Soon one of them, with the tips of his thumb and forefinger lifted the
corner of a sheet of paper. He had lifted it half off from the flat
object, to which it appeared to cling, when a startling thing
happened--the room was suddenly illuminated with a brilliant blood red
light. This lasted only a fraction of a second. The room was then left in
darkness, black as ink; for even the candle had been overturned and
snuffed out. From the darkness there came the sound of overturned chairs,
as the four men made good their escape. By the time they reached the open
air their tracker had vanished utterly.
He was, at that very moment, flattened against the corner of a dark wall,
and was quite as unhappy over the turn of events as they were. At the
very instant when he was about to discover a secret of vast importance,
his foot had slipped, his face bumped against the glass, and the
unexpected happened.
The second occurrence, the one which caused much talk among the circus
people, happened a short time later. As the attendants reported it, it
would seem that their attention was first attracted to the strange
phenomenon by the growl of a lion, whose cage was in the corner of the
tent. To their surprise, the cage, the lion, and even the straw upon
which he lay had turned blood red. Hardly had they finished staring at
this than the snarl of a Siberian tiger at the opposite corner had called
them to note that the red light, for light it must have been, had shifted
to the tiger's cage. The red glare had continued to play hide and seek
with the distracted animals for fully five minutes and, during all that
time, not one of the attendants could detect its source. At times it
appeared to stream down from the canvas top, then to shoot from a corner,
or to leap up from the floor.
One notable fact was reported: In every instance save one, the animals
whose cages were illuminated with crimson light cowered in a corner in
snarling fear. The single instance in which this was not true was that of
the black leopard. That beast leaped, clawing and snarling, at the bars
of its cage, as if it would tear the originator of the crimson flash limb
from limb.
As the report spread, the negroes of the troupe were panic stricken. They
quit in numbers. The owners and managers were hard pressed to keep enough
men to do the menial work about the tents, and sent the employment agent
to search the city for recruits. One of these recruits chanced to be
Snowball, the bullet-headed friend of the strange hanger-on, Pant.