Dangerous Ground Part 3

"Yes, _sir_; I know some of the best men of the lot."

The stranger jingled some loose coin in his pocket, and seemed to have forgotten his interest in the detective force.

"Officer, where does a man go to get a good brandy c.o.c.ktail?"

Policemen are not over bashful, and No. 46 smiled anew as he replied.

"Just wait a few minutes, and I'll show you. I must stop that con--"

The last syllable was lost to the stranger as 46 dashed off to wave his club before the eyes of an express-man, who was occupying too much s.p.a.ce on the wrong side of the street. In a moment he was back again, and, as he approached, the stranger said:

"I'm a new-comer in the city, and want to see things. I take a sort of interest in the doings of the police, and in detectives especially. I'd like to have you point me out some of these chaps, officer. Oh, about that brandy c.o.c.k-tail; you'll join me, I hope?"

No. 46 consulted his watch.

"I'll join you, sir. Yes sir; in ten minutes, if you'll wait. There's a capital place right here handy. And if you want to see _detectives_, just you stand here with me a while. Vernet and Stanhope went down to breakfast half an hour ago."

"Vernet and Stanhope?"

"The Stars of the force, sir; a perfect matched team. Splendid fellows, too. They always spend their mornings at the office, when not 'on the lay.' They've been back in the city four or five days; hard workers, those boys."

"Young men, I suppose?"

"Well, yes, they're young, but you can't fool them much. A little under thirty, I should call Vernet; Stanhope is the younger of the two."

"Americans?"

"Stanhope is, an out-and-outer. Vernet's got some French in him."

"Um, yes; well, I'd like to take a look at them, after we refresh ourselves."

"They won't be back for a good half hour; there's no fear of missing them."

Half an hour, and a brandy c.o.c.k-tail, makes some men firm friends. When that period of time had elapsed, No. 46, more affable than ever, and the tall stranger, looking quite at his ease, stood again near the entrance to the office of the City Detective Agency.

Two men were coming down the street, walking and talking with the air of men on good terms with themselves and each other.

Both were young, well dressed, well-looking; but a more marked contrast never was seen.

One, the taller of the two, was dark and decidedly handsome, with black waving hair, dusky eyes, that were by turns solemn, tender, severe, and pathetic; "faultily faultless" features, that wore an habitual look of gravity and meditation; an erect, graceful carriage, and a demeanor dignified and somewhat reserved. Slow of speech and punctillious in the use of words, he was a man of tact and discretion; a man fitted to lead, and capable of ruling in stormy times. At first sight, people p.r.o.nounced him "a handsome fellow;" after long acquaintance, they named him "a perfect gentleman."

His companion was not quite so tall, of medium height, in fact, but muscular and well built. He walked with a springy, careless stride, carrying his head erect, and keeping his observant, twinkling, laughing brown eyes constantly employed noting everything around and about him, but noting all with an expression of careless unconcern that seemed to say, "all this is nothing to me, why should it be?" His hair, brown, soft, and silky, was cropped close to his head, displaying thus a well developed crown, and brow broad, high and full. The nose was too prominent for beauty, but the mouth and chin were magnificent features, of which a physiognomist would say: Here are courage and tenderness, firmness and loyalty. He was easy of manner--"off-hand," would better express it; careless, and sometimes brusque in speech. At first sight one would call him decidedly plain; after a time spent in his society you voted him "a good looking fellow," and "a queer fish." And those who had thoroughly tested the quality of his friendship, vowed him a man to trust and to "tie to."

"Here they come," whispered No. 46; "those two fellows in grey."

"Which is which?"

"To be sure. The taller is Van Vernet; the other d.i.c.k Stanhope."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Here they come," whispered No. 46; "those two fellows in grey."--page 26.]

As they approached, Van Vernet touched his hat with a glance of courteous recognition. But Richard Stanhope merely nodded, with a careless, "how are you, Charlie?" And neither noted the eager, scrutinizing glance bent upon them, as they pa.s.sed the grey-bearded stranger and ran lightly up the stairs. "You're wanted in the Chief's office, Mr. Vernet," said the office boy as they entered; "And you too, I think, Mr. Stanhope."

"Not both at once, stupid?"

"Um, ah; of course not. Now look here, Mr. d.i.c.k--"

And Stanhope and the office boy promptly fell into pugilistic att.i.tudes, the former saying, with a gay laugh:

"You first, Van, if the old man won't let us 'hunt in couples.'"

With the shadow of a smile upon his face, Van Vernet turned his back upon the two belligerents and entered the inner office.

"Ah, Vernet, good morning," said his affable chieftain. "Are you ready for a bit of business?"

"Certainly, sir."

"I don't think it will be anything very deep, but the young fellow insisted upon having one of my best men; one who could be courteous, discreet, and a gentleman."

Van Vernet, who had remained standing, hat in hand, before his chief, bowed deferentially, and continued silent.

"There are no instructions," continued the Chief. "You are to go to this address--it's a very aristocratic locality--and act under the gentleman's orders. He wants to deal with you direct; the case is more delicate than difficult, I fancy. I am only interested in the success or failure of your work."

Taking the card from his outstretched hand, Vernet read the address.

"A. WARBURTON.

No. 31 B---- Place."

"When shall I wait upon Mr. Warburton?"

"At once. Your entire time is at his disposal until the case is finished; then report to me."

Vernet bowed again, turned to go, hesitated, turned back, and said:

"And the Raid?"

"Oh, that--I shall give Stanhope charge of that affair. Of course he would like your a.s.sistance, but he knows the ground, and I think will make the haul. However, if you are not occupied to-morrow night, you might join them here."

"Thank you. I will do so if possible," turning again to go.

"Send Stanhope in, Vernet. I must settle this business about the Raid."

Opening the door softly, and closing it gently after him, Vernet approached his comrade, and laid a light hand upon his arm.

"Richard, you are wanted."

"All right; are you off, Van?"

"Yes;" putting his hat upon his head.