CHAPTER XV.
THE FRANKLIN STREET STATION-HOUSE.
The station-house to which Dick had been conveyed is situated in thatpart of Franklin Street which lies between Centre and Baxter Streets.The last is one of the most wretched streets in the city, lined withmiserable tenement houses, policy shops, and second-hand clothingstores. Whoever passes through it in the evening, will do well to lookto the safety of his pocket-book and watch, if he is imprudent enough tocarry either in a district where the Ten Commandments are unknown, orunregarded.
The station-house is an exception to the prevailing squalidness, beingkept with great neatness. Mr. Murdock ascended the steps, and foundhimself in a large room, one side of which was fenced off by a railing.Behind this was a desk, at which sat the officer in charge. To him, Mr.Murdock directed himself.
"Have you a boy, named Richard Hunter, in the house?"
"Yes," said the sergeant, referring to his minutes. "He was brought inthis afternoon, charged with picking a gentleman's pocket."
"There is some mistake about this. He is as honest as I am."
"I have nothing to do with that. He will have a fair trial to-morrowmorning. All I have to do is to keep him in safe custody till then."
"Of course. Where is he?"
"In a cell below."
"Can I see him?"
"If you wish."
The officer summoned an attendant, and briefly ordered him to conductMr. Murdock to Dick's cell.
"This way, sir," said the attendant.
Mr. Murdock followed him through a large rear room, which is intendedfor the accommodation of the officers. Then, descending some steps intothe courtyard, he descended thence into the apartments in the basement.Here are the cells for the temporary detention of offenders who are notat once sent to the Tombs for trial. The passages are whitewashed andthe cells look very neat. They are on either side, with a grating, sothat one passing along can look into them readily. They are probablyabout seven feet long, by four or five in width. A narrow raisedbedstead, covered with a pallet, occupies one side, on which theprisoner can either lie or sit, as he pleases.
"How are you, boss?" asked a negro woman, who had been arrested fordrunkenness, swaying forward, as Mr. Murdock passed, and nearly losingher balance as she did so. "Can't you give me a few cents to buy somesupper?"
Turning from this revolting spectacle, Mr. Murdock followed his guide tothe second cell beyond where our hero was confined.
"Is it you, Mr. Murdock?" exclaimed our hero, joyfully jumping to hisfeet. "I am glad to see you."
"And I am glad to see you; but I wish it were somewhere else," said Mr.Murdock.
"So do I," said Dick. "I aint partial to this hotel, though theaccommodations is gratooitous, and the company is very select."
"I see you will have your joke, Dick, even in such a place."
"I don't feel so jolly as I might," said Dick. "I never was in thestation-house before; but I shall be lucky if I don't get sent to aworse place."
"Have you any idea who took the wallet which was found in your pocket?"
"No," said Dick.
"Do you know a boy called Micky Maguire?" proceeded Mr. Murdock.
"Yes," said Dick, looking up in surprise. "Micky used to be a greatfriend of mine. He'd be delighted if he only knew that I was enjoyin'the hospitality of the government."
"He does know it," said Mr. Murdock, quietly.
"How do you know?" asked Dick, quickly.
"Because it was he that stole the wallet and put it in your pocket."
"How did you find out?" asked Dick, eagerly.
"Do you know a boy named Tim Ryan?"
"Yes; he's a good boy."
"It was he that brought me your note. He saw the whole proceeding."
"Why didn't he tell, and stop my bein' arrested, then?"
"I asked him that; but he said he was afraid Micky would beat him whenhe found out. But he is a friend of yours, and he stands ready totestify what he knows, at your trial, to-morrow morning."
"That's lucky," said Dick, breathing a sigh of relief. "So it was Mickythat served me the trick. He always loved me like a brother, Micky did,but I didn't expect he'd steal for my benefit. I'm very much obliged tohim, but I'd rather dispense with such little favors another time."
"You will be surprised to learn that Micky came round to our store thisafternoon."
"What for?" questioned Dick, in amazement.
"I don't know whether he came by accident or design; but Mr. Gilbertemployed him to black his boots."
"Mr. Gilbert!"
"Yes. They seemed to be conversing earnestly; but I was too far off tohear what was said. Finally, Gilbert appeared to get angry, and drovethe boy out."
"That's strange!" said Dick, thoughtfully. "Mr. Gilbert loves me aboutas much as Micky does."
"Yes, there seems to be some mystery about it. We may find out some timewhat it is. But here is your friend Fosdick."
"How are you, Fosdick?" hailed Dick from his cell. "I'm holdin' a littlelevee down here. Did you receive my card of invitation?"
"I've been uneasy all the afternoon, Dick," said Fosdick. "Ever since Iheard that you were here, I've been longing to come and see you."
"Then you aint ashamed of me, even if I am in the station-house?"
"Of course I know you don't deserve to be here. Tell me all about it. Ionly got a chance to speak a minute with Tim Ryan, for there werecustomers waiting."
"I'll tell you all I know myself," said Dick. "I'm sorry to keep youstanding, but the door is locked, and I've accidentally lost the key. SoI can't invite you into my parlor, as the spider invited the fly."
"Don't stand on ceremony, Dick. I'd just as lieves stay outside."
"So would I," said Dick, rather ruefully.
The story was told over again, with such new light as Mr. Murdock hadbeen able to throw upon it.
"It's just like Micky," said Fosdick. "He's a bad fellow."
"It was rather a mean trick," said Dick; "but he hasn't had a very goodbringin' up, or maybe he'd be a better boy."
That he should have spoken thus, at the moment when he was sufferingfrom Micky's malice, showed a generosity of feeling which wascharacteristic of Dick. No one was more frank, open, or free from malicethan he, though always ready to stand up for his rights when heconsidered them assailed. It is this quality in Dick, joined to hismanly spirit, which makes him a favorite with me, as he is also withyou, let me hope, young reader.
"It'll come out right, Dick," said Fosdick, cheerfully. "Tim Ryan'stestimony will clear you. I feel a good deal better about it now than Idid this afternoon, when I didn't know how things were likely to go withyou."
"I hope so," said Dick. "But I'm afraid you won't get any supper, if youstay any longer with me."
"How about your supper, Dick?" asked Fosdick, with sudden thought. "Dothey give you any in this establishment?"
"No," said Dick; "this hotel's on the European system, withimprovements. You get your lodgin' for nothing, and nothing to eat alongwith it. I don't like the system much. I don't think I could stand itmore'n a week without its hurtin' my constitution."
"I'll go out and get you something, Dick," said Fosdick, "if the rulesof the establishment allow it. Shall I?"
"Well," said Dick, "I think I might eat a little, though the place isn'tvery stimulatin' to the appetite."
"What shall I bring you?"
"I aint particular," said Dick.
Just then the attendant came along, and Fosdick inquired if he would beallowed to bring his friend something to eat.
"Certainly," was the reply. "We provide nothing ourselves, as theprisoners only stay with us a few hours."
"I'll be right back," said Fosdick.
Not far from the station-house, Fosdick found a baker's shop, where hebought some bread and cakes, with which he started to return. As he wasnearing the station-house, he caught sight of Micky Maguire hoveringabout the door. Micky smiled significantly as he saw Fosdick and hisb
urden.
"Where are you carryin' that?" he asked.
"Why do you ask?" said Fosdick, who could not feel very friendly to theauthor of Dick's misfortune.
"Never mind why," said Micky. "I know well enough. It's for your friendDick. How does he like his new lodgins'?"
"How do you like them? You've been there often enough."
"Don't be impudent, or I'll lam' ye," said Micky, scowling.
As Fosdick was considerably smaller than himself, Micky might haveventured upon an assault, but deemed it imprudent in the immediatevicinity of the station-house.
"Give my compliments to Dick," he said. "I hope he'll sleep well."
To this Fosdick returned no answer, but, entering the building,descended to Dick's temporary quarters. He passed the bread and cakethrough the grating, and Dick, cheered by the hope of an acquittal onthe morrow, and a speedy recovery of his freedom, partook with a goodappetite.
"Can't you give me a mouthful, boss?" muttered the negro woman beforementioned, as she caught sight of Fosdick's load.
He passed a cake through the grating, which she seized eagerly, anddevoured with appetite.
"I think I must be going," said Mr. Murdock, consulting his watch, "ormy wife and children won't know what has become of me."
"Good-night, Mr. Murdock," said Dick. "Thank you for your kindness."
"Good-night, Richard. Keep up your courage."
"I'll try to."
Fosdick stopped longer. At last he went away, and our hero, left tohimself, lay down upon his pallet and tried to get to sleep.