CHAPTER VIII
SCANLON MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE
"Duke" Sheehan's place was on Claridge Street, near to a prominentavenue. It glittered hideously with gold-leafed signs; canopies offlagrantly stained glass hung over each door and window. At the entrancethe thick breath of the place met one like a wall--it smelled heavily ofdregs, both of drink and humanity. The walls shone with mirrors; thebrilliant lights were reflected on the polished bar. The floor wasclosely set with colored tile; and upon this the Duke's patrons spatfreely, and spilled the foam from their beer.
Bat Scanlon, in a rough but well-fitting suit of clothes, and a clothcap pulled down over his head, lounged at the bar and took in the placeand its possibilities.
"It's the kind of a dump much sought after by the youth from the ruralsections when he wants to see life," commented the big man, mentally."There is one thing to be said for this choice, and that is: he won'thave to go far to be trimmed; there's a helping hand on every side."
A hollow-chested man who stood, with whistling breath, next to Scanlon,now said:
"What'll you have, bo? I'm doing this."
Bat looked apologetic.
"Excuse me," he said. "I'm on the wagon and holding tight. Booze ain'tgood for a game like I'm playing."
The hollow-chested man laughed, wanly.
"I don't know your game," said he, "but maybe you're right at that. Itbeats the dickens how things break, for if it wasn't for the souse, I'd'a' croaked long ago." He nodded to the barkeeper, who supplied him witha dirty looking bottle and a wet glass. "Have a cigar?" he asked Bat.
"Sure," responded Bat, agreeably. "There's no rule against that."
He lighted the cigar, which burned badly and threw out a yellowishsmoke. The hollow-chested man saw the disfavor in Bat's look, andgrinned.
"Burns like a salad, don't it? I never smoke myself. I've got a cough,and the doc's against it."
As though to prove his statement he coughed persistently for a fullminute; then with a breath whistling thinly in his throat, he poured thestrong liquor through it.
"Yes, sir," gasped he, holding to the bar with weak hands, "if it wasn'tfor the old stuff I'd passed in my last check before now. It keeps megoing. Great goods!" Then with a look of commiseration at Bat, he added:"But maybe it's just as well you're off it."
"Me and it don't hook up right," Bat confided to him. "It gets my handout. I can't stand it the way fellows like you do."
The hollow-chested man surveyed the speaker's big form and a look ofgratification came into his face.
"I guess that's so," said he. "I'm kind of under weight, but I'm apretty tough guy, for all. If it wasn't for the cough, I'd be holding myown. And, say, on the square, I think the old juice is putting the coughaway. I do, for a fact. And if it does, and I can get some sleep atnight, maybe I'll come through, anyway."
"Sure," said Bat, sociably. "Sure thing."
The eyes of the big athlete searched the place as they had done a dozentimes since he entered. But there was no one present who answered to thedescription he'd had of the burglar, Big Slim.
"The doc ain't strong for the stuff," proceeded the hollow-chested man."He's been knocking to get me to shut it off. But he don't understand myconstitution like I do."
Here there was a sudden hubbub of voices at the other end of the bar;through the confusion a voice declared, excitedly:
"I'm gonna' beat him up! That goes, do you hear? I'm gonna' flatten thebig stiff. He made a monkey outa me, and he ain't gonna' get away withit."
A half dozen voices protested against this at one time. "Duke" Sheehan,in his shirt sleeves and diamonds, leaned over the bar.
"Don't be a nut now," remonstrated he. "A guy in your line, Push, wantsto do all his fighting in the ring. If he don't he'll get a bad name."
All the voices began to sound once more, and Bat Scanlon glanced at theman at his side.
"It looks like trouble of some kind," said he.
The hollow-chested man, who had ordered another drink out of the dirtylittle bottle, nodded.
"That big fellow that 'Duke' Sheehan's talking to is Push Allen, thefighter. He comes all the way from K. C. thinking he was matched with aguy; but when he gets here he finds his manager ain't put up the doughto make the thing good. And so he's stung."
"That's bad behavior," said Scanlon. "Very bad. Mr. Allen will pick hismanagers better next time."
"This guy ain't no regular manager," said the hollow-chested man. "He'sa fellow that's knocking around, doing job work." Here the speakerlaughed his wan laugh. "They call him Big Slim."
"Oh," said Scanlon, "I see."
Without further ado he dropped the evil smelling cigar, and moved towardthe place where an excited knot of men were gathered, gesticulating andexpostulating, about the aggrieved pugilist The latter was a burlyfellow with wide shoulders, a small round head and a protruding jaw; hiseyes were inflamed with drink and he was glowering savagely at thoseabout him.
"Fourth rate," was Bat Scanlon's mental appraisement of the fellow. "Anugly fighter and, I'll gamble, a foul one."
"I was working along nice in the west," spoke Allen. "Doing fine. Andthen this boob gets me to come here--on a sure thing, he says. Do youtake me for some kind of a dope?" he demanded, angrily, of those abouthim. "Do you want me to stand for a thing like that?"
Again the hubbub arose; and while it was going on Bat felt a touch onhis arm. He looked around and found the hollow-chested man beside him.
"Gee!" said this gentleman, excitedly, "ain't it fierce? There's BigSlim now."
Bat looked toward the place indicated and saw a very tall and veryfrail-looking man, with shifty, deep-set eyes and a furtive manner. Hisarms were almost monstrously long, and the hands at the end of them werebig and bony; his narrow shoulders were stooped.
A barkeeper beckoned to him almost frantically; Scanlon saw the burglarloom angularly toward the bar, and heard him ask in a thin voice:
"What's the trouble?"
"Allen's back there," said the barkeeper, with a jerk of the thumbtoward the crowd surrounding the pugilist. "He's going to lay you out."
Bat saw the deep-set, light-colored eyes shift toward the group likethose of a leopard; and the glint in them was equally evil.
"Lay me out?" said the thin voice, coldly. "I guess not."
Big Slim leaned against the bar and pulled the fingers of one big bonyhand until the joints cracked; evidently the barkeeper did not like thisas a sign, for he at once waved the proprietor to the spot.
"Suppose you take a walk, Slim," requested Sheehan. The "Duke's" checkedwaistcoat came well down over his swollen stomach, his moustache was ofthe walrus type, and he always seemed acutely aware of the splendor ofhis rings and pins. "Allen's letting off steam, and I don't want him tosee you."
"I'm not going to dodge Allen," stated the burglar. "I told him how thething happened; and he ain't got no cause for excitement."
Duke Sheehan put his thumbs in the armholes of the elaborate waistcoat.
"All right," said he, nonchalantly. "Just as you like. But I don't wantto see you going around with your hoops loosened, that's all."
As Bat Scanlon listened, the wording of Ashton-Kirk's request passedthrough his mind.
"Go to 'Duke' Sheehan's place," the investigator had said, "and look outfor the gentleman called Big Slim. If possible, get acquainted with him,and find out anything of value he might have."
"If I had been making chances," thought Bat, "I couldn't have made abetter one than this. If the slim one is get-at-able at all, now is thetime."
So he moved along the bar until he was at the burglar's side.
"Friend," said he, "I like to see a guy with insides. The man who says'I stick right here no matter what the other fellow's got,' is the kindI warm to."
The shifty, deep-set eyes glinted wickedly.
"I'll separate his ribs for him!" said he. "If he bothers with----"
"Now, here, none of that!" cried the saloon-keeper, startl
ed out of hiseasy humor. "No knife or gun stuff, Slim, do you hear?"
But it is doubtful if Big Slim did hear; for just then the infuriatedfighting man caught sight of him, swept aside the throng and advanced.
"So here you are, eh?" Allen's little head was thrust forward and hisjaw protruded wickedly. "Well, what have you got to say for yourselfbefore I knock your block off?"
The intimates of the pugilist had been prolific of words whilehostilities were still in the distance; but they knew the ugly nature ofthe man and now held their peace. But Bat Scanlon, his mind firmlyfurnished with a plan of action, slowly moved into the space betweenAllen and the object of his anger.
"Speaking of knocking heads off," said he, "let me put you up insomething that always goes with that little performance." He laid a handon the broad chest of the pugilist. "Always pick your man," said he,"and for your own sake never let him carry less beef than yourself."
"Get out of the road," growled Push Allen, viciously.
"This fellow," and Bat nodded calmly toward Big Slim, "is a good fortypounds less than you. Now, I happen to be a friend of his, and----"
But before he could speak another word, the pugilist aimed a furiousblow at him. Bat stooped under it easily.
"----and," continued he, "I won't see you, or anybody else----"
Again came a terrific drive from Allen; but Bat put it aside deftly, andas he stepped forward, his power of body forced the other back.
"----put anything over on him," finished Scanlon.
"You won't, eh?" Push Allen glared like a tiger. "Well, let's see if youcan stop me from putting over something on you."
Like a mad beast he rushed at the big athlete, his arms swinging insmashing blows. But not one of them landed; with an agility that madethe spectators open their eyes, Bat side-stepped, and ducked, aconfident smile upon his lips; then with incredible ease he stepped inand landed a clean, snappy hook which tumbled the pugilist over in asurprised heap.
A smothered shout went up; Duke Sheehan came from behind his bar asseveral men lifted the rather dazed fighting man to his feet.
"Now, look," spoke Sheehan, "this goes! Any saloon I keep is neverintended for a battle-ground. So draw the curtain on that stuff ofyours, Allen. It'll get me into trouble."
The pugilist made not very strenuous efforts to put aside those who hadgathered about him.
"Where is that guy?" demanded he. "Where is he? I'll fix him for that!"
The insincerity of the voice caught Sheehan's attention; he smiledsatirically and winked at Big Slim.
"Get him out of here," ordered the saloon-keeper, briefly. "I don't wantthe cops here. Get him out and pile him up somewhere till he's sober."
Allen made no very violent protests at being taken out, and after he'dgone he resumed his place behind the bar. Looking with much interest atScanlon, he said:
"What are you going to have, big fellow?"
Bat waved a hand.
"Not any, thanks. But if you'll pass over a cigarette I'll see what Ican do with that."
A box of cigarettes was thrown before him on the polished bar, and as helighted one of them, Sheehan leaned toward him.
"That was nice work," spoke he. "Pretty clean. Ever done much of it?"
"It used to be my meal-ticket," said the big athlete. "Long time ago,though."
Big Slim extended one of his bony hands.
"I'm much obliged," said he. "That was a good turn you done me."
"That's all right," said Bat, offhandedly. "You ain't got the weight tomix it with him, and I saw you was going to pull a gun or something. Nouse to let yourself get in bad, you know."
Sheehan lingered a little, talking to the two, but when he finally wentaway to attend to a party of "spenders" who had just come in, Big Slimsaid:
"Been in this burg long?"
"Not very. Ain't doing very well, either. They told me money here was asloose as dust, but I don't see any of it flying around me."
The burglar cracked his long, bony fingers.
"It's something fierce when it begins to break bad, ain't it?"philosophized he. "I thought I had a good thing when I got that bigcheese, Allen, to come on here; a nice, easy match with a fellow whocouldn't fight enough to keep himself warm, and with a ton of moneybehind him."
"Tough luck," sympathized Bat.
"Sometimes," went on Big Slim, "the kale is easy to get; I've seen itcome in clouds for weeks at a time. And it never looked easier than itdid when I made the arrangements for Allen. I hadn't above two bits tomy name, but I knew where I could shake down five thousand just bymoving my hand."
"Nice and soft," admired Bat. "How'd it work?"
"It didn't," stated the burglar. "Missed fire from the jump. I neverseen anything like it. The stuff was as good as in my hand, andthen--pop!--it all went overboard."
"Gosh, that gets your nerve, don't it!" said Bat, exasperated. "I've hadlittle things turn over for me like that."
"If you want to make sure of a thing," said Big Slim, "never get into agame that a woman's in. You never can tell what they'll do." Once morehe cracked his finger joints with remarkable distinctness. "It was aneasy five thousand--in sparks that would have peddled at sight."
"Sparks!" said Bat, softly. "Hah! Now you're talking. Nothing better!"
"I had them framed for a month," said the burglar. "Some of them was asbig as that," indicating the nail of a little finger. "I lost out on thedeal, bo; but that's not all," with a wink and a shake of the head;"more's to follow; and this time I'll get mine. You can bet when I startout----"
But here he stopped suddenly, and Bat saw the green eyes shift in theirsidelong look, and felt himself being examined suspiciously.
"He's just remembered that he don't know who I am," was Scanlon's mentalcomment. "And the caution that Kirk spoke of comes to the top in ahurry."
However, Bat made no sign that he noticed the change in the other'smanner; he even yawned a little as he said:
"Too bad! But we've got to expect it now and then."
"What's your monicker?" asked Big Slim, "and where are you stopping?"
"Name's Scanlon," said Bat, truthfully. "And that just reminds me thatI've got to hunt up a home for the night, before it's too late."
"Flying light?" asked the burglar.
"A little that way."
"I know a place where they don't tax you too much," said the man. "I'mstopping there myself."
"Fine!" said Bat. "When you have the mind, lead me to it."
"All right," said Big Slim. "I don't think the 'Duke's' wild for mesticking around just now, seeing that Allen might come back; so I'dbetter blow. If you're ready, I am."
"Right behind you," said Bat, cheerfully. And then, without more ado,the two passed out into the night.