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What is in this mans pocket?
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<p> <b>What Is in This Man's Pocket?</b> </p>=20
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<p>What is in this mans pocket?<br /> He stepped up and settled himself =
in the driver's seat, grasping throttle and steering-wheel; the great machi=
ne thrilled to his touch like a live thing, then began slowly to back out i=
nto the road. For an instant it seemed to hang palpitant on dead center, th=
en shot out like a hound unleashed, _ventre-a-terre_,-- Brooklyn miles away=
over the hood. It seemed but a minute ere they were thundering over the My=
annis bridge. A little further on Maitland slowed down and, jumping out, li=
ghted the lamps. In the seat again,--no words had passed,--he threw in the =
high-speed clutch, and the world flung behind them, roaring. Thereafter, br=
eathless, stunned by the frenzy of speed, perforce silent, they bored on th=
rough the night, crashing along deserted highways. In the east a band of pa=
llid light lifted up out of the night, and the horizon took shape against i=
t, stark and black. Slowly, stealthily, the formless dawn dusk spread over =
the sleeping world; to the zenith the light-smitten stars reeled and died, =
and houses, fields, and thoroughfares lay a-glimmer with ghostly twilight a=
s the car tore headlong through the grim, unlovely, silent hinterland of Lo=
ng Island City. The gates of the ferry-house were inexorably shut against t=
hem when at last Maitland brought the big machine to a tremulous and pantin=
g halt, like that of an over-driven thoroughbred. And though they perforce =
endured a wait of fully fifteen minutes, neither found aught worth saying; =
or else the words wherewith fitly to clothe their thoughts were denied them=
The girl seemed very weary, and sat with head drooping and hands clasped =
idly in her lap. To Maitland's hesitant query as to her comfort she returne=
d a monosyllabic reassurance. He did not again venture to disturb her; on h=
is own part he was conscious of a clogging sense of exhaustion, of a drawn =
and haggard feeling about the eyes and temples; and knew that he was keepin=
g awake through main power of will alone, his brain working automatically, =
his being already a-doze. The fresh wind off the sullen river served in som=
e measure to revive them, once the gates were opened and the car had taken =
a place on the ferry-boat's forward extreme. Day was now full upon the worl=
d; above a horizon belted with bright magenta, the cloudless sky was soft t=
urquoise and sapphire; and abruptly, while the big unwieldy boat surged acr=
oss the narrow ribbon of green water, the sun shot up with a shout and turn=
ed to an evanescent dream of fairy-land the gaunt, rock-ribbed profile of M=
anhattan Island, bulking above them in tier upon tier of monstrous building=
s. On the Manhattan side, in deference to the girl's low-spoken wish, Maitl=
and ran the machine up to Second Avenue, turned north, and brought it to a =
stop by the curb, a little north of Thirty-fifth Street. "And now whit=
her?" he inquired, hands somewhat impatiently ready upon the driving a=
nd steering-gear. The girl smiled faintly through her veil. "You have =
been most kind," she told him in a tired voice. "Thank you--from =
my heart, Mr. Anisty," and made a move as if to relieve him of his cha=
rge. "Is that all?" he demanded blankly. "Can I say more?&qu=
ot; "I ... I am to go no further with you?" Sick with disappointm=
ent, he rose and dropped to the sidewalk--anticipating her affirmative answ=
er. "If you would please me," said the girl, "you won't insi=
st...." "I don't," he returned ruefully. "But are you q=
uite sure that you're all right now?" "Quite, thank you, dear Mr.=
Anisty!" With a pretty gesture of conquering impulse she swept her ve=
il aside, and the warm rose-glow of the new-born day tinted her wan young c=
heeks with color. And her eyes were as stars, bright with a mist of emotion=
, brimming with gratitude--and something else. He could not say what; but o=
ne thing he knew, and that was that she was worn with excitement and fatigu=
e, near to the point of breaking down. "You're tired," he insiste=
d, solicitous. "Can't you let me----?" "I am tired," sh=
e admitted wistfully, voice subdued, yet rich and vibrant. "No, please=
Please let me go. Don't ask me any questions--now." "Only one,&=
quot; he made supplication. "I've done nothing----" "Nothing=
but be more kind than I can say!" "And you're not going to back =
out of our partnership?" "Oh!" And now the color in her chee=
ks was warmer than that which the dawn had lent them. "No ... I shan't=
back out." And she smiled. "And if I call a meeting of the board=
of management of Anisty and Wentworth, Limited, you will promise to attend=
?" "Ye-es...." "Will it be too early if I call one for =
to-day?" "Why...." "Say at two o'clock this afternoon, =
at Eugene's. You know the place?" "I have lunched there----"=
"Then you shall again to-day. You won't disappoint me?" "I =
will be there. I ... I shall be glad to come. Now-- _please_!" "Y=
ou've promised. Don't forget." He stepped back and stood in a sort of =
dreamy daze, while, with one final wonderful smile at parting, the girl ass=
umed control of the machine and swung it out from the curb. Maitland watche=
d it forge slowly up the Avenue and vanish round the Thirty-sixth Street co=
rner; then turned his face southward, sighing with weariness and discontent=
At Thirty-fourth Street a policeman, lounging beneath the corrugated iron=
awning of a corner saloon, faced about with a low whistle, to stare after =
him. Maitland experienced a chill sense of criminal guilt; he was painfully=
conscious of those two shrewd eyes, boring gimlet-like into his back, over=
looking no detail of the wreck of his evening clothes. Involuntarily he gla=
nced down at his legs, and they moved mechanically beneath the edge of his =
overcoat, like twin animated columns of mud and dust, openly advertising hi=
s misadventures. He felt in his soul that they shrieked aloud, that they wo=
uld presently succeed in dinning all the town awake, so that the startled p=
opulace would come to the windows to stare in wonder as he passed by. And i=
nwardly he groaned and quaked. As for the policeman, after some reluctant h=
esitation, he overcame the inherent indisposition to exertion that affects =
his kind, and, swinging his stick, stalked after Maitland. Happily (and wit=
h heartfelt thanksgiving) the young man chanced upon a somnolent and bedrag=
gled hack, at rest in the stenciled shadows of the Third Avenue elevated st=
ructure. Its pilot was snoring lustily the sleep of the belated, on the box=
With some difficulty he was awakened, and Maitland dodged into the musty,=
dusty body of the vehicle, grateful to escape the unprejudiced stare of th=
e guardian of the peace, who in another moment would have overtaken him and=
, doubtless, subjected him to embarrassing inquisition. As the ancient four=
-wheeler rattled noisily over the cobbles, some of the shops were taking do=
wn their shutters, the surface cars were beginning to run with increasing f=
requency, and the sidewalks were becoming sparsely populated. Familiar as t=
he sights were, they were yet somehow strangely unreal to the young man. In=
a night the face of the world had changed for him; its features loomed wei=
rdly blurred and contorted through the mystical grey-gold atmosphere of the=
land of Romance, wherein he really lived and moved and had his being. The =
blatant day was altogether preposterous: to-day was a dream, something nigh=
tmarish; last night he had been awake, last night for the first time in twe=
nty-odd years of existence he had lived.... He slipped unthinkingly one han=
d into his coat pocket, seeking instinctively his cigarette case; and his f=
ingers brushed the coarse-grained surface of a canvas bag. He jumped as if =
electrified. He had managed altogether to forget them, yet in _his_ keeping=
were the jewels, Maitland heirlooms--the swag and booty, the loot and plun=
der of the night's adventure. And he smiled happily to think that his inter=
est in them was Fifty-percent depreciated in twenty-four hours; now he owne=
d only half.... Suddenly he sat up, with happy eyes and a glowing face. _Sh=
e_ had trusted him! V. INCOGNITO At noon, precisely, Maitland stirred betwe=
en the sheets for the first time since he had thrown himself into his bed--=
stirred, and, confused by whatever alarm had awakened him, yawned stupendou=
sly, and sat up, rubbing clenched fists in his eyes to clear them of sleep'=
s cobwebs. Then he bent forward, clasping his knees, smiled largely, replac=
ed the smile with a thoughtful frown, and in such wise contemplated the foo=
t of the bed for several minutes,--his first conscious impression, that he =
had something delightful to look forward to yielding to a vague recollectio=
n of a prolonged shrill tintinnabulation--as if the telephone bell in the f=
ront room had been ringing for some time. But he waited in vain for a repet=
ition of the sound, and eventually concluded that he had been mistaken; it =
had been an echo from his dreams, most likely. Besides, who should call him=
up? Not two people knew that he was in town: not even O'Hagan was aware th=
at he had returned to his rooms that morning. He gaped again, stretching wi=
de his arms, sat up on the edge of the bed, and heard the clock strike twel=
ve. Noon and.... He had an engagement at two! He brightened at the memory a=
nd, jumping up, pressed an electric call-button on the wall. By the time he=
had paddled barefoot to the bath-room and turned on the cold-water tap, O'=
Hagan's knock summoned him to the hall door. "Back again, O'Hagan; and=
in a desperate rush. I'll want you to shave me and send some telegrams, pl=
ease. Must be off by one-thirty. You may get out my grey-striped flannels&q=
uot;--here he paused, calculating his costume with careful discrimination,-=
-"and a black-striped negligee shirt; grey socks; russet low shoes; bl=
ack and white check tie--broad wings. You know where to find them all?"=
; "Shure yiss, sor." O'Hagan showed no evidence of surprise; the =
eccentricities of Mr. Maitland could not move him, who was inured to them t=
hrough long association and observation. He moved away to execute his instr=
uctions, quietly efficient. By the time Maitland had finished splashing and=
gasping in the bath-tub, everything was ready for the ceremony of dressing=
In other words, twenty minutes later Maitland, bathed, shaved, but still =
in dressing-gown and slippers, was seated at his desk, a cup of black coffe=
e steaming at his elbow, a number of yellow telegraph blanks before him, a =
pen poised between his fingers. It was in his mind to send a wire to Cressy=
, apologizing for his desertion of the night just gone, and announcing his =
intention to rejoin the party from which the motor trip to New York had bee=
n as planned but a temporary defection, in time for dinner that same evenin=
g. He nibbled the end of the pen-holder, selecting phrases, then looked up =
at the attentive O'Hagan. </p>=20
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