He snorted with altruistic fervour.
‘What makes you so set on kidnapping Ogden Ford?’ I asked. ‘I know he is valuable, but you must have made your pile by this time. I gather that you have been practising your particular brand of philanthropy for a good many years. Why don’t you retire?’
He sighed.
‘It is the dream of my life to retire, young man. You may not believe me, but my instincts are thoroughly domestic. When I have the leisure to weave day-dreams, they centre around a cosy little home with a nice porch and stationary washtubs.’
He regarded me closely, as if to decide whether I was worthy of these confidences. There was something wistful in his brown eyes. I suppose the inspection must have been favourable, or he was in a mood when a man must unbosom himself to someone, for he proceeded to open his heart to me. A man in his particular line of business, I imagine, finds few confidants, and the strain probably becomes intolerable at times.
‘Have you ever experienced the love of a good woman, sonny? It’s a wonderful thing.’ He brooded sentimentally for a moment, then continued, and–to my mind–somewhat spoiled the impressiveness of his opening words. ‘The love of a good woman,’ he said, ‘is about the darnedest wonderful lay-out that ever came down the pike. I know. I’ve had some.’
A spark from his cigarette fell on his hand. He swore a startled oath.
‘We came from the same old town,’ he resumed, having recovered from this interlude. ‘Used to be kids at the same school… Walked to school together… me carrying her luncheon-basket and helping her over the fences… Ah!… Just the same when we grew up. Still pals. And that was twenty years ago… The arrangement was that I should go out and make the money to buy the home, and then come back and marry her.’
‘Then why the devil haven’t you done it?’ I said severely.
He shook his head.
‘If you know anything about crooks, young man,’ he said, ‘you’ll know that outside of their own line they are the easiest marks that ever happened. They fall for anything. At least, it’s always been that way with me. No sooner did I get together a sort of pile and start out for the old town, when some smooth stranger would come along and steer me up against some skin-game, and back I’d have to go to work. That happened a few times, and when I did manage at last to get home with the dough I found she had married another guy. It’s hard on women, you see,’ he explained chivalrously. ‘They get lonesome and Roving Rupert doesn’t show up, so they have to marry Stay-at-Home Henry just to keep from getting the horrors.’
‘So she’s Mrs Stay-at-Home Henry now?’ I said sympathetically.
‘She was till a year ago. She’s a widow now. Deceased had a misunderstanding with a hydrophobia skunk, so I’m informed. I believe he was a good man. Outside of licking him at school I didn’t know him well. I saw her just before I left to come here. She’s as fond of me as ever. It’s all settled, if only I can connect with the mazuma. And she don’t want much, either. Just enough to keep the home together.’
‘I wish you happiness,’ I said.
‘You can do better than that. You can take me with you to that address.’
I avoided the subject.
‘What does she say to your way of making money?’ I asked.
‘She doesn’t know, and she ain’t going to know. I don’t see why a man has got to tell his wife every little thing in his past. She thinks I’m a drummer, travelling in England for a dry-goods firm. She wouldn’t stand for the other thing, not for a minute. She’s very particular. Always was. That’s why I’m going to quit after I’ve won out over this thing of the Little Nugget.’ He looked at me hopefully. ‘So you -will- take me along, sonny, won’t you?’
I shook my head.
‘You won’t?’
‘I’m sorry to spoil a romance, but I can’t. You must look around for some other home into which to bring happiness. The Fords’ is barred.’