CHAPTER XV.
SUSPICION.
Julius had been about the streets all day, and felt tired. He threwhimself down in the corner, and was soon asleep. Marlowe and Jackkept on with their game, the latter wholly unconscious of the thoughtsthat were passing through the mind of his companion.
Finally Marlowe, at the conclusion of a game, said: "I won't play anymore to-night, Jack."
"Tired, eh?"
"Tired of playing, but I've got something to say to you."
"Out with it," said Morgan, tilting his chair back against the wall.
"Wait a minute."
Saying this, Marlowe rose from his seat, and advancing to the corner,leaned over the sleeping boy, and listened intently to his deepregular breathing.
"What's up?" asked Morgan, surprised.
"I wanted to make sure that the boy was asleep," answered Marlowe.
"Why? Don't you want him to hear?"
"No, I don't; for what I have to say is about him."
"Go ahead."
"I mistrust that he's going to sell us, Jack."
"What!" exclaimed Morgan.
"Don't speak so loud. You might wake him."
As he spoke, Marlowe came back and resumed his seat, bending over andspeaking to Jack in a low tone.
"What have you got into your head, Marlowe?" said Jack incredulously."Julius sell us! Impossible!"
"Why impossible?"
"He'd never think of such a thing. What put it into your head?"
"I'll tell you. Do you see that coat he brought home?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"The boy--Paul Hoffman--gave it to him. I saw him buy it thisafternoon in a secondhand store in Chatham street."
"Are you sure the coat is the same?"
"Yes; I know it by a spot I noticed at the time. Now, what should hetake the trouble to buy a coat for unless the boy had done him someservice? It's different from giving him an old coat he had thrownaside."
"That's so," said Jack thoughtfully. "Perhaps he's took a fancy toJulius."
"Perhaps he has," repeated Marlowe incredulously. "You know he ain'trich enough to buy coats to give away."
"I can't think the boy would betray us," said Jack slowly.
"Perhaps he wouldn't; I ain't sure; but we must guard against it."
"How?"
"We must attack the house sooner than we meant. Suppose we saySaturday night?"
"The boy will be in the house."
"It can't be helped. If he makes trouble we must silence him."
"I'd rather have a clear field Monday night."
"So would I; but suppose the cops are waiting for us?"
"If I thought Julius would do that," said Jack, scowling at thesleeping boy, "I'd kill him myself."
"I don't see why we can't do it Saturday night. We can easilyoverpower young Hoffman. As for Julius, he'll be asleep. Of course, hemustn't know of our change of plan."
"If you think it best," said Morgan in a tone of indecision; "but I'malmost sure I can trust the boy."
"I trust nobody," said Marlowe. "I wouldn't trust my own brother, ifhe had an interest in goin' against me."
"Do you trust me?" asked Jack, smiling.
"Yes, I trust you, for we are both in the same boat. It wouldn't doyou any good to betray me."
"Yes, we're both in the same boat, but you're steerin'. Well, Marlowe,just make your plans, and count me in. You always had a betterheadpiece than I."
"Then Saturday night let it be. To-day's Thursday."
"Then we have only two days to get ready."
"It will do."
"We'll lock the boy in that night, so he can't make mischief if hewakes up and finds that we are gone."
During this conversation Julius remained fast asleep. Jack soon laydown, and Marlowe also, the latter having taken up his quarters withhis friend. The next morning Julius was the first to wake. He leanedon his elbow and looked carelessly at the sleepers. Big, bloated, witha coarse, ruffianly face, Jack lay back with his mouth open, anythingbut a sleeping beauty. Julius had never thought much of hisappearance, but now that he had himself begun to cherish some faintaspirations to elevate himself above his present condition, he lookedupon his associates with different eyes, and it struck him forciblythat his guardian had a decidedly disreputable look.
"I won't stay with him long," thought Julius. "If he's took by thecops, I'll set up for myself and never go back to him."
Marlowe lay alongside of his companion, not so disreputable as he inappearance, but not a whit better as regards character. He was theabler of the two mentally, and so was the more dangerous. As Juliuslooked at him carelessly, he was startled to hear Marlowe talk in hissleep. He was prompted by a natural curiosity to listen, and this waswhat he heard:
"Don't trust the boy! Make it Saturday night."
These words fastened the attention of Julius. His heart beat quickeras it was revealed to him that his want of fidelity was discovered, orat least suspected. He lay quite still, hoping to hear more. ButMarlowe said nothing in addition. Indeed, these words were theprecursor of his waking.
Julius saw the indications of this, and prudently closed his own eyesand counterfeited sleep. So when Marlowe in turn looked about him hesaw, as he thought, that both his companions were asleep. He did notget up, for there was nothing to call him up early. He was not one ofthe toiling thousands who are interested in the passage of eight-hourlaws. Eight hours of honest industry would not have been to his taste.He turned over, but did not again fall asleep.
Meanwhile Julius, after a sufficient interval, appeared to wake up. Herose from his couch, and gave himself a general shake. This was hisway of making his morning toilet.
"Are you awake, Julius?" asked Marlowe.
"Yes."
"You sleep sound don't you?"
"Like a top."
"How did they treat you at that house in Madison avenue?"
"They was kind to me. They gave me some supper."
"Did they ask you if you had a father?"
"Yes."
"What did you tell 'em?"
"That I hadn't got none."
"Did they ask who you lived with?"
"Yes," said Julius, after a slight pause.
"And you told 'em?"
"I told 'em I lived with a friend some of the time, when he wasn'tabsent in the country," said Julius, grinning, as he referred toJack's frequent terms of enforced seclusion.
"Was you ever at the Island, Julius?"
"No."
"That's odd! You don't do credit to Jack's teaching."
"Likely I'll go some time," said Julius, who, knowing that he wassuspected, thought it would not do to seem too virtuous.
"It ain't so bad when you're used to it. Let me see that coat."
Julius tossed it over to Marlowe. It was the only part of his clothingwhich he had taken off when he went to bed.
"It's a good coat."
"Yes, a bully one."
"The boy--young Hoffman--used to wear it, didn't he?"
"Likely he did, but he's a good deal too big to wear it now."
"How big is he?"
"Most as tall as Jack," said Julius, Jack being considerably shorterthan Marlowe.
"Big enough to make trouble. However, he'll get a telegram Monday, togo over to Brooklyn, that'll get him out of the way."
"That's a good plan, that is!" said Julius, knowing very well that itwas only said to deceive him.
"Shall you see him to-day?"
"If you want me to."
"I don't know," said Marlowe. "Do you know where he sleeps?"
"No," said Julius. "You didn't tell me to ask."
"Of course not. It would only make him suspect something. But I didn'tknow but you heard something said, as you did about the safe."
He eyed Julius keenly as he spoke, and the boy perceiving it,concluded that this was the cause of the sudden suspicion whichappeared to have been formed in Marlowe's mind. Of course he knewnothing of the coat, as
Paul had not told him of having purchased it.
"I didn't hear nothin' said about it," he answered. "If he's away, youwon't mind."
"That's true. I suppose you didn't find out where his mother sleeps."
"Yes, I did. It's the front basement. There was a bed in the room."
Marlowe asked no further questions, and the conversation dropped.Julius threw his blacking-box over his back, and opening the door wentout. His mind was busily occupied with the revelation which he hadunexpectedly overhead. It seemed clear that the plans of the burglarshad been changed, and that the attack was to be made on Saturdaynight, and not on Monday night, as first proposed. He must tell PaulHoffman, for he had made his choice between his new friend and his oldguardian. On the one side was respectability; on the other adisreputable life, and Julius had seen enough of what it had broughtto Jack not to relish the prospect in his own case. He determined toacquaint Paul with the change of plan, and went around to Broadway forthat purpose. But Paul had not got opened for business. He had delayedin order to do an errand for his mother.
"I can go later," thought Julius. "It will do just as well."
In this he was mistaken, as we shall see.
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