Caesar's Column eBook

Ignatius Donnelly
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about Caesar's Column.

Caesar's Column eBook

Ignatius Donnelly
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about Caesar's Column.
leaving the elevated cars all trace of them was suddenly and mysteriously lost.  The whip was subsequently found on Bomba Street and identified.  Neither of the criminals is known to the police.  The taller one was quite young and fairly well dressed, and not ill-looking, while his companion had the appearance of a beggar, and seemed to be about seventy years of age.  The Chief of Police will pay liberally for any information that may lead to the arrest of the robbers.

“There,” said my companion, “what do you think of that?”

I need not say that I was paralyzed with this adroit mingling of fact and falsehood.  I realized for the first time the perils of my situation.  I was a stranger in the great city, without a friend or acquaintance, and hunted like a felon!  While all these thoughts passed through my brain, there came also a pleasing flash of remembrance of that fair face, and that sweet and gentle smile, and that beaming look of gratitude and approval of my action in whipping the brutal driver.  But if my new acquaintance was right; if neither courts nor juries nor newspapers nor public opinion could be appealed to for justice or protection, then indeed might I be sent to prison as a malefactor, for a term of years, for performing a most righteous act.  If it was true, and I had heard something of the same sort in my far-away African home, that money ruled everything in this great country; and if his offended lordship desired to crush me, he could certainly do so.  While I was buried in these reflections I had not failed to notice that an electric bell rang upon the side of the chamber and a small box opened, and the young gentleman advanced and took from the box a sheet of tissue paper, closely written.  I recognized it as a telegram.  He read it carefully, and I noticed him stealing glances at me, as if comparing the details of my appearance with something written on the paper.  When he finished he advanced toward me, with a brighter look on his face, and, holding out his hand, said: 

“I have already hailed you as my benefactor, my preserver; permit me now to call you my friend.”

“Why do you say so?” I asked.

“Because,” he replied, “I now know that every statement you made to me about yourself is literally true; and that in your personal character you deserve the respect and friendship of all men.  You look perplexed.  Let me explain.  You told me some little time since your name and place of residence.  I belong to a society which has its ramifications all over the world.  When I stepped out of this room I sent an inquiry to the town near which you reside, and asked if such a person as you claimed to be lived there; what was his appearance, standing and character, and present residence.  I shall not shock your modesty by reading the reply I have just received.  You will pardon this distrust, but we here in the great city are suspicious, and properly so, of strangers, and even more so of each other.  I did not know but that you were in the employment of the enemies of our society, and sought to get into my confidence by rendering me a service,—­for the tricks to which the detectives resort are infinite.  I now trust you implicitly, and you can command me in everything.”

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