Chester Rand; or, The New Path to Fortune
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CHAPTER XXIV.
INTRODUCES MR. SHARPLEIGH, THE DETECTIVE.
Chester was not so much disturbed by his discharge, so far as itrelated to his own welfare, as by the thought that Mr. Fairchild'sinterests were threatened. He felt that his absent employer ought to benotified at once.
Accordingly he went to the Fifth Avenue Hotel and telegraphed toChicago:
"I am discharged. Felix Gordon is in my place. Will write."
A few hours later Chester received the following message at hislodgings.
"Your telegram received. Will write you instructions. FAIRCHILD."
Two days later Chester received a letter requesting him to call at onceon a well-known detective, give him all the available information andrequest him to keep careful watch of Mr. Mullins and his operations,and interfere if any steps were taken prejudicial to Mr. Fairchild'sinterests.
Chester called on the detective and was fortunate enough to find himin. He expected to see a large man of impressive manners and imposingpresence, and was rather disappointed when he found a small personageunder the average height, exceedingly plain and unpretentious, whomight easily have been taken for an humble clerk on a salary of ten ortwelve dollars a week.
Mr. Sharpleigh listened attentively to Chester's communication, andthen proceeded to ask questions.
"Do you know anything of Mr. Mullins outside of the office?" he asked.
"A little, sir."
"Has he any bad habits? Is he extravagant? Does he drink?"
"I have never seen any evidence that he drank," answered Chester."Perhaps he may drink a glass of wine or beer occasionally."
"I don't mean that. He is not what may be called an intemperate man?"
"No, sir."
"Any other objectionable habits?"
"I think he gambles."
"Ha! this is important. What makes you think so?"
"He seems to be intimate with a man who, I am told, is a well-knowngambler."
"Who is it?"
"Dick Ralston."
"Ralston is as well known as any gambler in the city. How is it thatthis has not excited the suspicions of Mr. Fairchild?"
"I don't think Mr. Fairchild knows it."
"Then Ralston doesn't come into the office?"
"He did not when Mr. Fairchild was in town. As soon as Mr. Fairchildleft he came at once, and now spends considerable time there."
"Probably Mullins owes him money lost in gambling."
"I think he does. I overheard him one day urging Mr. Mullins to givehim money."
"That makes it probable. Do you know if they keep company outside?"
"I have seen them walking late in the evening."
"Why do you think Mr. Mullins discharged you?"
"He wanted the place for a cousin of his."
"What name?"
"Felix Gordon."
"Is he there now?"
"Yes; Felix was taken on when I was discharged."
"At once?"
"Yes. He was in the office, probably waiting for the vacancy."
"The plan seems to have been cut and dried. What sort of a boy isFelix?"
"I don't know him very well. He seems on confidential terms with Mr.Mullins."
"Did the bookkeeper have any other reasons for disliking you?"
"Yes; I interfered to prevent his cheating a mechanic out of hismonth's rent."
"State the circumstances."
Chester did so.
"How long has Mr. Mullins been in Mr. Fairchild's employ?"
"About five years, I think I have heard."
"That speaks well for him. Probably his acquaintance with Ralston isrecent, or he would have done something before this to insure hisdischarge."
There was a short silence, and Chester asked: "Have you any morequestions, Mr. Sharpleigh?"
"Not at present. Will you give me your address?"
Chester did so.
"I will send for you if I need you. I think you can help me materially.You seem to have a clear head, and are observing."
It was the evening for Chester to call at Prof. Hazlitt's.
"I passed your office this morning, Chester," said Arthur Burks, "andthought of calling in, but I was in haste."
"You wouldn't have found me, Arthur. I am discharged."
"What!" exclaimed Arthur, in surprise. "What complaint does Mr.Fairchild make of you?"
"None at all. He is out of the city. The bookkeeper, who dislikes me,discharged me, and gave the place to his cousin."
"I am awfully sorry. What will you do?"
"I have some money saved up. Besides, I shall devote more time todrawing. I made a sketch yesterday which Mr. Conrad thinks I will getten dollars for."
"That is fine. I never earned ten dollars in my life."
"You have never felt obliged to work, except in school."
"I take care not to injure my health in studying," said Arthur, with alaugh.
"I will speak to uncle Edgar, and he will arrange to have you come fourtimes a week instead of two. Then you will earn more money from him."
"Thank you, Arthur. I should like that."
Prof. Hazlitt, on being spoken to, ratified this arrangement, so thatChester's mind was easy. He knew now that he would be able to supporthimself and more, too.
Chester soon had something more to encourage him. He received at hislodgings the following letter:
"MR. CHESTER RAND.
"DEAR SIR: We are about to establish a new comic weekly, which we shall call _The Phoenix_. It is backed by sufficient capital to insure its success. Our attention has been called to some illustrations which you have furnished to some of our successful contemporaries, and we shall be glad to secure your services. We may be able to throw considerable work in your way. Please call at our office as soon as possible.
"EDITORS OF THE PHOENIX."
Chester was quite exhilarated by this letter. He felt that it was aproof of his growing popularity as an artist, and this was particularlygratifying. Besides, his income would be largely, at any rateconsiderably, increased. He lost no time in presenting himself at theoffice of _The Phoenix_.
It was located in a large office building on Nassau Street. He took theelevator and went upstairs to the sixth floor. On the door of a room alittle way from the elevator he saw the name, and knocked.
"Come in!" was the response.
Chester opened the door and found himself in the presence of a man ofabout forty, with a profusion of brown hair shading a pleasantcountenance. He looked up inquiringly as Chester entered.
"Is this the editor of _The Phoenix_?" inquired Chester, respectfully.
"_The Phoenix_ will have no existence till next week," answered theother, pleasantly. "I expect to be its editor."
"I came in answer to your letter."
"To my letter?" repeated the editor, puzzled.
"Yes; my name is Chester Rand."
"What!" exclaimed the brown-haired man, almost incredulously. "You--aboy? How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"And you are a contributor to _Puck_ and other papers?"
"Yes, sir."
"You must be a smart boy. Shake hands."
Chester shook hands with a smile.
"Will my being a boy make any difference?" he asked.
"Not if your work is satisfactory. Are you willing to work exclusivelyfor _The Phoenix_?"
"Yes, sir; that is, if I may be allowed to complete a contract I havemade."
"What sort of a contract?"
"I am illustrating Prof. Hazlitt's ethnological work. I think it maytake me some months more, working evenings."
"That won't interfere with us. I was afraid you might be under anengagement with a rival publication."
"No, sir. So far as that goes I will confine myself to _The Phoenix_if----"
"Terms are satisfactory, I suppose."
"Yes, sir."
"Then I will agree to pay you twenty-five dollars a week for the
firstsix months. I may be able to do better afterward."
Chester was dazzled. Twenty-five dollars a week! What would Silas Trippsay to that or his enemy, the bookkeeper.
"I accept," he answered, promptly.