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The Drums Of Jeopardy
CHAPTER I
A fast train drew into Albany, on the New York Central, from the West.
It was three-thirty of a chill March morning in the first year of peace. A
pall of fog lay over the world so heavy that it beaded the face and hands
and deposited a fairy diamond dust upon wool. The station lights had
the visibility of stars, and like the stars were without refulgence - a pale
golden aureola, perhaps three feet in diameter, and beyond, nothing.
The few passengers who alighted and the train itself had the same
nebulosity of drab fish in a dim aquarium.
Among the passengers to detrain was a man in a long black coat. The
high collar was up. The man wore a derby hat, well down upon his
head, after the English mode. An English kitbag, battered and scarred,
swung heavily from his hand. He immediately strode for the station
wall and stood with his back to it. He was almost invisible. He
remained motionless until the other detrained passengers swam past,
until the red tail lights of the last coach vanished into the deeps; then he
rushed for the exit to the street.
Away toward the far end of the platform there appeared a shadowy
patch in the fog. It grew and presently took upon itself the shape of a
man. For one so short and squat and thick his legs possessed
remarkable agility, for he reached the street just as the other man
stopped at the side of a taxicab.
The fool! As if such a movement had not been anticipated. Sixteen
thousand miles, always eastward, on horses, camels, donkeys, trains,
and ships; down China to the sea, over that to San Francisco, thence

across this bewildering stretch of cities and plains called the United
States, always and ever toward New York - and the fool thought he
could escape! Thought he was flying, when in truth he was being
driven toward a wall in which there would be no breach! Behind and in
front the net was closing. Up to this hour he had been extremely clever
in avoiding contact. This was his first stupid act - thought the fog
would serve as an impenetrable cloak.
Meantime, the other man reached into the taxicab and awoke the
sleeping chauffeur.
"A hotel," he said.
"Which one?"
"Any one will do."
"Yes, sir. Two dollars."
"When we arrive. No; I'll take the bag inside with me." Inside the cab
the fare chuckled. For those who fished there would be no fish in the
net. This fog - like a kindly hand reaching down from heaven!
Five minutes later the taxicab drew up in front of a hotel. The unknown
stepped out, took a leather purse from his pocket and carefully counted
out in silver two dollars and twenty cents, which he