The Twin Ventriloquists; or, Nimble Ike and Jack the Juggler by Amanda M. Douglas
CHAPTER III.
THE VENTRILOQUISTS DO RATTLE THE SERGEANT AND HIS PLATOON AND AGAIN RAISE OLD CAIN IN A MOST REMARKABLE MANNER.
The two vocal experts fell to the trail of the sergeant and his platoon,but kept well out of sight. They were determined to set the twopatrolmen right after getting them in such a bad scrape. The wholecharge against them was having claimed that they had overheard cries offire. The sergeant was discussing the matter with the roundsman whensuddenly from a private house before which at the moment they werepassing came a series of wild, frantic screams, and the next instant thescreams were followed by cries of "fire! fire!"
"Well," exclaimed the sergeant, "it's a fire this time. Run to the alarmbox and summon the engines."
The roundsman dashed off to give the alarm and the sergeant ran up thestoop of the house and commenced to bang on the door with his club, andthe two ventriloquists were enjoying the joke. The door of the house wasopened by a gentleman enveloped in a dressing-gown, who in greatexcitement demanded:
"What in thunder do you want?"
With equal excitement the sergeant demanded:
"Where is the fire?"
"What fire?"
"The fire in this house."
"There is no fire in this house."
"Then why in thunder did you yell 'fire, fire?'"
"No one yelled fire. What is the matter with you?"
The owner of the house discerned that it was a sergeant of police towhom he was talking. "Have you gone crazy?" he asked.
"Gone crazy! No; but what did you mean by yelling fire?"
"I did not yell fire. Every one in this house has been in bed a longtime."
"Who was it screamed?"
"No one screamed."
"Do you mean to tell me you did not yell fire?"
"No one yelled fire."
"And no one screamed in this house?"
"No one screamed."
At that moment the engines reappeared and the owner of the house said:
"I'll have this matter inquired into. If this is a joke you will find itan expensive one."
The foreman of the engine company approached and demanded:
"Where is the fire?"
"There is no fire," said the owner of the house.
"No fire?"
"No fire, and I don't know what the officer means by banging on my doorand arousing my family at this hour of the night."
"And I can't understand," said the foreman, "what he means by callingout the engines every five minutes on a false alarm."
"There is my platoon of men, there is my roundsman. They will alltestify they heard a cry of fire, followed by screams, coming from thishouse."
"Then your platoon of men and your roundsman will testify to afalsehood," said the house owner.
"Is there a fire in your house?" demanded the foreman of the enginecompany.
"No, sir."
"Is there a fire anywhere around here?"
"No, sir, not that I know of, unless it's in the upper story of thesepolicemen."
"Say, sergeant, let me ask you one question: Have you received orders totest our department by these false alarms?"
"No, sir, I'll swear and prove that there came an alarm of fire fromthis house."
"That's what your men said down at the tenement house. I reckon it's anight off for the police department, or else they all want a night off.But let me tell you, if you didn't receive orders to give these fakealarms I'll know the reason why you did give them; that's all."
The sergeant was clear beat out. He apologized to the owner of thehouse, went down among his men and asked:
"Did you men hear those screams?"
"We did," came the answer.
"Did you hear the cries of 'fire, fire?'"
"We did," came the answer.
"All right; we'll find out about this."
"How are you going to find out all about it, sergeant?" popped in theroundsman.
"I don't know."
The roundsman was a friend of the two men who had been sent to thestation house in disgrace, and he again asked:
"How about Jones and O'Brien?"
"I've been thinking about them."
"We heard it; they claim they heard the cries. I don't see how they canbe held responsible."
"I don't know what to think of it."
"Can I advise?"
"Yes."
"Send the two men back on post and say nothing about the whole affair.That's my advice."
"Roundsman, it's all very strange."
"It is."
"It's one of the mysteries of the century."
"It is."
"I am not crazy. I'd think so, only we could not all go crazy."
"I'll swear I heard the cries."
The platoon started for the station house. The men were all greatlymystified, but a greater mystery was yet to confront them. Theventriloquists had been witnesses of the result of their pranks anddetermined to press the matter along. They followed the platoon at asafe distance, one of them going around the square so that theyapproached the station from opposite quarters. The men were just in thestation; the last man was passing the door when right at his earssounded a wild, unearthly yell, followed by the cry of "Fire! fire!fire!" The man stood like one paralyzed, then the sergeant rushed intothe street. Not a soul was near, and yet even while he stood there againright at his ear sounded the weird cry, "Fire! fire! fire!" The man wasdumfounded. He stood and gazed in wild dismay. The sergeant at the deskcame rushing forth, demanding:
"What's the matter? Where's the fire? What are you all standing herefor?"
"Do you think there is a fire?"
"Didn't you hear the cry?"
"Yes; did you?"
"I did."
"Then go find the fire. We've heard cries of fire all the night, butdevil a fire can we find."
Jack and Ike had had fun enough in that one direction and they startedoff toward Ike's home. They had not gone far, however, when they struckanother little adventure--a very peculiar one. Indeed, possessing theirsingular talents they were continually running into adventures, as theirgifts gave them great powers in every direction. A little girl hadstopped a crabbed, sleek-looking old gentleman and had asked him foralms. The man had said:
"Go to the station house," and he spoke in cruel, hard tones. The girlwith a sigh turned away, and Ike said:
"Let's give that old skinflint a dose."
"Agreed," came the response.
Ike ran forward and dropped a silver dollar in the girl's hand and thenslid along and joined Jack. The two secured advantage ground, for theold gentleman had stopped to gaze in the windows of one of the greathotel restaurants. Suddenly there sounded in his ears:
"Cruel, cruel old man!"
The old gentleman looked around in every direction and saw no one nearhim, yet the words had sounded, as stated, close beside his ear. Whilehe was still gazing again there came a voice, saying:
"Cold, cold-hearted!"
The old gentleman looked around in an amazed manner, and with anger inhis heart, but he saw no one. He became a little bewildered, when againthere came a voice saying:
"Go to the station house! Go to the station house!"
The old man turned pale. It was the most mysterious incident of hiswhole life, and again came the words:
"Go to the station house!"
The admonition sounded close in his ears, and yet there was not a livingsoul near him that he could see. He began to tremble, and again, evenwhile he glanced around, the voice repeated:
"Please give me money for bread," and there came the response in exactimitation of the old man's tones:
"Go to the station."
"Great Mercury!" ejaculated the man. "I am pursued by a phantom."
"Yes, you are pursued by a phantom, you who refused to give a poor childmoney for bread."
"I'll give the next child I meet a dollar," murmured the old man intrembling tones.
"You promise?"
"I do."
"All right; I'll leave you until my presence is required again.Good-night."
The old gentleman moved toward his home, and it is to be hoped he becamea more charitable man.
The two lads started on their way and were moving on up Fifth Avenuewhen Ike, who was quick-eyed and observant, saw a man rush out of ahallway. The fellow's actions were suspicious and our hero remarked tohis companion:
"Hello! Jack, there is something going on here."
The two lads determined to trail the man. They saw him go up the street,where he joined a second man. The ventriloquists stole up close, andboth being lithe and active they were able to secure a position verynear where the two men stood, and they heard one of them ask:
"Are you sure it's dead easy?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you have the right house?"
"Yes."
"That woman is very smart."
"She is?"
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
"I've been watching her for weeks. There is something strange about herand her movements, but she's got the stuff; of that I am sure. She livesalone in that big house with only one servant--an old man--whom we cansilence in about two minutes. She is a stranger in New York, and doesnot appear to have any friends. If we can get in there and away again wecan make a big haul, and all in good movable swag. I'll bet she's gottwenty thousand dollars' worth of diamonds alone, and where there are somany sparks there are other fireworks, you bet."
Ike and Jack appreciated that, indeed, they had "tumbled on to a bigthing." The men did not talk in particularly low tones; no one appearedto be near them.
"We need a big haul."
"We do."
"I am run way down."
"I am also."
"We struck a big thing when we followed that woman from Boston."
"We did."
"We are not known in New York and the scent will be on natives."
"That's it exactly. We can get away with our haul, return to Boston andread the papers and learn how these smart New York officers are closingin on the robbers."
"Yes, yes."
Both men laughed in a very complaisant manner, and one of them said:
"It will prove the softest trick we ever played. We are in luck tostrike a neat, clean affair like this."
"We are, you bet. When will you work the racket?"
"I've got all the points down. We'll jump in and do the job to-morrownight."
"At what hour?"
"Well, about two o'clock is a good time."
"Where will we meet?"
The man named a meeting-place.
"I will be on deck."
"We will have this all to ourselves."
"We will."
"And I tell you it's the easiest job we ever struck, and we'll make abig pull."
"That will suit me to a dot."
"The police here are on the watch, for crooks are running riot in NewYork just about these days."
"So I see by the papers."
"They are all too noisy about their jobs. We'll go it slow, easy andsure."
"We will."
The two men sauntered away and the two ventriloquists followed them. Ikeexpressed a desire to learn where they "hung out," as he put it.
The men went down to a small hotel on a side street and then theshadowers once more started for their home.
On the way Ike said:
"Jack, it's a great thing to possess our power."
"Yes, but it does not require our power to capture those fellows. All wehave to do is notify the detectives and those men will be gobbled. Anyone could do that."
"Yes, but we can have some fun. You must learn that I like to do thesethings my own way and give those rascals a lesson beyond the merepunishment they will get for their crimes. Do you know, I take a veryserious view of housebreaking."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do."
"I am with you there."
"It's something terrible to be securely sleeping, as one feels, and tohave one or two of these devils steal into one's house to rob, and ifneed be do murder. Robbers are a mean class, and I could neverunderstand the sentiment of romance that is thrown about them. I lookupon it as the most cruel and cold-blooded method adopted by any classof criminals."
"I am with you, but you said you proposed to adopt a peculiar method incapturing these fellows."
"Yes."
"You may lose them."
"Not if the court knows itself. They feel dead sure. They think theyhave everything dead to rights. They will move with less caution thanusual. It appears there is a lady living in that house practicallyalone; from what we overheard she has many valuables. The chances arethat if discovered there would follow a cruel murder. I tell you, myexperience here in New York has been a strange one. Just watch the dailypapers and learn the number and variety of crimes that are committed.Already there has been a call for an increase of the detective force,and it's needed; but in our humble way we'll do a neat job in the lineof justice; yes, just once at least."
"What is your plan?"
"I'll think it out and reveal the whole business to you; but besidesarresting these fellows and saving the lady, I want to give them thesurprise of their life."
"It's easy for us to surprise people. We are doing that all the time."
"We'll give these fellows a big surprise--a stunner."
"Then you have decided on a plan?"
"In outline."
The two lads arrived at their home and were soon resting from theirsingular labors. On the following day Ike revealed his plan and Jackheartily fell into the whole scheme. Jack loved surprises and enjoyed agood joke equally with the inimitable Ike.
Ike owned a variety of animals, all of which were well trained. Had heconcluded to appear as a professional performer he would have astonishedhis audiences beyond all belief. Among other possessions was an immenseSiberian bloodhound. He had owned the animal from its puppy days and itwas one of the most remarkably trained dogs on earth. Some men possess apeculiar talent for the training of animals. It is a special profession.Ike possessed this special talent to a great degree. He and Jack wentforth. They had their breakfast at a near-by restaurant and played nopranks. Both the ventriloquists were very particular; they only playedtheir tricks and exercised their powers where there was a purpose to begained. After their meal they proceeded down to a point where they metIke's new friend, the young detective whom our hero was anxious toserve. To him he said:
"Du Flore, we've got a great catch for you."
Ike proceeded and related all that had occurred, and when he hadconcluded, Du Flore remarked:
"This is very strange."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"I am already on that case."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Well, that is strange."
"It is wonderful," said Du Flore.
The latter was a rising man in the profession. He was a powerful youngofficer, and, as we have intimated, very brave and ambitious.
"I've a strange story to tell you, Ike," he said.
"We are listeners."
"It is a very strange story."
"So you said, and repeating that fact is not opening up your story."
"Well, you see, in these prosaic days we seldom strike a romance justlike the one I am about to relate. You remember a great wedding we hadin New York about ten years ago?"
"I don't," answered Ike bluntly.
"Well, the daughter of a very rich man married a German nobleman, and afew years after their marriage they separated. She ran away from him. Itis the old story: he and all his relatives felt themselves so muchbetter than the young American girl. They insulted her in the grossestmanner--and made her life miserable. She bore it for a long time, butbeing a full-blooded Yankee woman, beautiful and spirited, shedetermined to stand it no longer. Her father had been smart enough tosecure all her fortune to hersel
"It's the fate, I reckon, of most of these rich American girls who aremarrying foreigners," suggested Ike.
"Yes, I reckon they could all tell sad tales a year after theirmarriage. This case, however, is a refreshing one, for in the end theYankee girl recovered from her blind adoration of rank and came down toa good common-sense view of the full value of money."
"Go on and tell the tale."
"That is the story. She just skipped, and, as I said, left her high-bornrelatives by marriage to pay their own bills; and now I come to theAmerican end of the strange romance."