<p>"As this address was the thing above all others which I most desired, I
professed myself satisfied with the arrangement, and proceeded to hunt up
my patron, as he was called. Informing him of the result of my visit, I
asked if his interest in ferreting out these criminals was strong enough
to lead him to sign the vile document which the Jew would probably have in
readiness for him on the morrow; and being told it was, we separated for
that day, with the understanding that we were to meet the next morning at
the spot chosen by the Jew for the completion of his nefarious bargain.</p>
<p>"Being certain that I was being followed in all my movements by the agents
of this adept in villainy, I took care, upon leaving Mr. L——,
to repair to the hotel of the sporting man I was personifying. Making
myself square with the proprietor, I took up my quarters in the room of my
sporting friend, and, the better to deceive any spy who might be lurking
about, I received his letters and sent out his telegrams, which, if they
did not create confusion in the affairs of 'The Plunger,' must at least
have occasioned him no little work the next day.</p>
<p>"Promptly at ten o'clock on the following morning I met my patron at the
place of rendezvous appointed by the old Jew; and when I tell you that
this was no other than the old cemetery of which a portion is still to be
seen off Chatham Square, you will understand the uncanny nature of this
whole adventure, and the lurking sense there was in it of brooding death
and horror. The scene, which in these days is disturbed by elevated
railroad trains and the flapping of long lines of parti-colored clothes
strung high up across the quiet tombstones, was at that time one of
peaceful rest, in the midst of a quarter devoted to everything for which
that rest is the fitting and desirable end; and as we paused among the
mossy stones, we found it hard to realize that in a few minutes there
would be standing beside us the concentrated essence of all that was evil
and despicable in human nature.</p>
<p>"He arrived with a smile on his countenance that completed his ugliness,
and would have frightened any honest man from his side at once. Merely
glancing my way, he shuffled up to my companion, and leading him aside,
drew out a paper which he laid on a flat tombstone with a gesture
significant of his desire that the other should affix to it the required
signature.</p>
<p>"Meantime I stood guard, and while attempting to whistle a light air, was
carelessly taking in the surroundings, and conjecturing, as best I might,
the reasons which had induced the old ghoul to make use of this spot for
his diabolical business, and had about decided that it was because he was
a ghoul, and thus felt at home among the symbols of mortality, when I
caught sight of two or three young fellows, who were lounging on the other
side of the fence.</p>
<p>"These were so evidently accomplices that I wondered if the two sly boys I
had engaged to stand by me through this affair had spotted them, and would
know enough to follow them back to their haunts.</p>
<p>"A few minutes later, the old rascal came sneaking towards me, with a
gleam of satisfaction in his half-closed eyes.</p>
<p>"'You are not wanted any longer,' he grunted. 'The young gentleman told me
to say that he could look out for himself now.'</p>
<p>"'The young gentleman had better pay me the round fifty he promised me,' I
grumbled in return, with that sudden change from indifference to menace
which I thought best calculated to further my plans; and shouldering the
miserable wretch aside, I stepped up to my companion, who was still
lingering in a state of hesitation among the gravestones.</p>
<p>"'Quick! Tell me the number and street which he has given you! 'I
whispered, in a tone strangely in contrast with the angry and reproachful
air I had assumed.</p>
<p>"He was about to answer, when the old fellow came sidling up behind us.
Instantly the young man before me rose to the occasion, and putting on an
air of conciliation said in a soothing tone:</p>
<p>"'There, there, don't bluster. Do one thing more for me, and I will add
another fifty to those I promised you. Conjure up an anonymous letter—you
know how—and send it to my father, saying that if he wants to know
where his son loses his hundreds, he must go to the place on the dock,
opposite 5 South Street, some night shortly after nine. It would not work
with most men, but it will with my father, and when he has been in and out
of that place, and I succeed to the fortune he will leave me, then I will
remember you, and——'</p>
<p>"'Say, too,' a sinister voice here added in my ear, 'that if he wishes to
effect an entrance into the gambling den which his son haunts, he must
take the precaution of tying a bit of blue ribbon in his button-hole. It
is a signal meaning business, and must not be forgotten,' chuckled the old
fellow, evidently deceived at last into thinking I was really one of his
own kind.</p>
<p>"I answered by a wink, and taking care to attempt no further communication
with my patron, I left the two, as soon as possible, and went back to the
hotel, where I dropped 'the sport,' and assumed a character and dress
which enabled me to make my way undetected to the house of my young
patron, where for two days I lay low, waiting for a suitable time in which
to make my final attempt to penetrate this mystery.</p>
<p>"I knew that for the adventure I was now contemplating considerable
courage was required. But I did not hesitate. The time had come for me to
show my mettle. In the few communications I was enabled to hold with my
superiors I told them of my progress and arranged with them my plan of
work. As we all agreed that I was about to encounter no common villainy,
these plans naturally partook of finesse, as you will see if you will
follow my narrative to the end.</p>
<p>"Early in the evening of a cool November night I sallied forth into the
streets, dressed in the habiliments and wearing the guise of the wealthy
old gentleman whose secret guest I had been for the last few days. As he
was old and portly, and I young and spare, this disguise had cost me no
little thought and labor. But assisted as I was by the darkness, I had but
little fear of betraying myself to any chance spy who might be upon the
watch, especially as Mr. L—— had a peculiar walk, which, in my
short stay with him, I had learned to imitate perfectly. In the lapel of
my overcoat I had tied a tag of blue ribbon, and, though for all I knew
this was a signal devoting me to a secret and mysterious death, I walked
along in a buoyant condition of mind, attributable, no doubt, to the
excitement of the venture and to my desire to test my powers, even at the
risk of my life.</p>
<p>"It was nine o'clock when I reached South Street. It was no new region to
me, nor was I ignorant of the specified drinking den on the dock to which
I had been directed. I remembered it as a bright spot in a mass of
ship-prows and bow-rigging, and was possessed, besides, of a vague
consciousness that there was something odd in connection with it which had
aroused my curiosity sufficiently in the past for me to have once formed
the resolution of seeing it again under circumstances which would allow me
to give, it some attention. But I never thought that the circumstances
would involve my own life, impossible as it is for a detective to reckon
upon the future or to foresee the events into which he will be hurried by
the next crime which may be reported at police headquarters.</p>
<p>"There were but few persons in the street when I crossed to The Heart's
Delight,—so named from the heart-shaped opening in the framework of
the door, through which shone a light, inviting enough to one chilled by
the keen November air and oppressed by the desolate appearance of the
almost deserted street. But amongst those persons I thought I recognized
more than one familiar form, and felt reassured as to the watch which had
been set upon the house. The night was dark and the river especially so,
but in the gloomy space beyond the dock I detected a shadow blacker than
the rest, which I took for the police-boat they had promised to have in
readiness in case I needed rescue from the water-side. Otherwise the
surroundings were as usual, and saving the gruff singing of some drunken
sailor coming from a narrow side street near by, no sound disturbed the
somewhat lugubrious silence of this weird and forsaken spot.</p>
<p>"Pausing an instant before entering, I glanced up at the building, which
was about three stories high, and endeavored to see what there was about
it which had once arrested my attention, and came to the conclusion that
it was its exceptional situation on the dock, and the ghostly effect of
the hoisting-beam projecting from the upper story like a gibbet. And yet
this beam was common to many a warehouse in the vicinity, though in none
of them were there any such signs of life as proceeded from the curious
mixture of sail loft, boat shop and drinking saloon, now before me. Could
it be that the ban of criminality was upon the house, and that I had been
conscious of this without being able to realize the cause of my interest?</p>
<p>"Not stopping to solve my sensations further, I tried the door, and,
finding it yield easily to my touch, turned the knob and entered. For a
moment I was blinded by the smoky glare of the heated atmosphere into
which I stepped, but presently I was able to distinguish the vague
outlines of an oyster bar in the distance, and the motionless figures of
some half dozen men, whose movements had been arrested by my sudden
entrance. For an instant this picture remained; then the drinking and
card-playing were resumed, and I stood, as it were, alone on the sanded
floor near the door. Improving the opportunity for a closer inspection of
the place, I was struck by its picturesqueness. It had evidently been once
used as a ship chandlery, and on the walls, which were but partly
plastered, there still hung old bits of marlin, rusty rings and such other
evidences of former traffic as did not interfere with the present more
lucrative business.</p>
<p>"Below were the two bars, one at the right of the door, and the other at
the lower end of the room near a window, through whose small, square panes
I caught a glimpse of the colored lights of a couple of ferry boats,
passing each other in midstream.</p>
<p>"At a table near me sat two men, grumbling at each other over a game of
cards. They were large and powerful figures in the contracted space of
this long and narrow room, and my heart gave a bound of joy as I
recognized on them certain marks by which I was to know friend from foe in
this possible den of thieves and murderers.</p>
<p>"Two sailors at the bar were bona fide habitu�s of the place, and so I
judged to be the one or two other specimens of water-side character whose
backs I could faintly discern in one of the dim corners. Meantime a man
was approaching me.</p>
<p>"Let me see if I can describe him. He was about thirty, and had the
complexion and figure of a consumptive, but his eye shone with the yellow
glare of a beast of prey, and in the cadaverous hollows of his ashen
cheeks and amid the lines about his thin drawn lips there lay for all his
conciliatory smile, an expression so cold and yet so ferocious that I
spotted him at once as the man to whose genius we were indebted for the
new scheme of murder which I was jeopardizing my life to understand. But I
allowed none of the repugnance with which he inspired me to appear in my
manner, and, greeting him with half a nod, waited for him to speak. His
voice had that smooth quality which betrays the hypocrite.</p>
<p>"'Has the gentleman an appointment here?' he asked, letting his glance
fall for the merest instant on the lapel of my coat.</p>
<p>"I returned a decided affirmative. Or rather, I went on, with a meaning
look he evidently comprehended, 'my son has, and I have made up my mind to
know just what deviltry he is up to these days. You see I can make it
worth your while to give me the opportunity.'</p>
<p>"'O, I see,' he assented with a glance at the pocketbook I had just drawn
out. 'You want a private room from which you can watch the young
scapegrace. I understand, I understand. But the private rooms are above.
Gentlemen are not comfortable here.'</p>
<p>"'I should say not,' I murmured, and drew from the pocketbook a bill which
I slid quietly into his hand. 'Now take me where I shall be safe,' I
suggested, 'and yet in full sight of the room where the young gentlemen
play. I wish to catch him at his tricks. Afterwards——'</p>
<p>"'All will be well,' he finished smoothly, with another glance at my blue
ribbon. 'You see I do not ask you the young gentleman's name. I take your
money and leave all the rest to you. Only don't make a scandal, I pray,
for my house has the name of being quiet.'</p>
<p>"'Yes,' thought I, 'too quiet!' and for an instant felt my spirits fail
me. But it was only for an instant. I had friends about me and a pistol at
half cock in the pocket of my overcoat. Why should I fear any surprise,
prepared as I was for every emergency?</p>
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