In the Dead of Night

IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
BY JOHN T. McINTYRE Author of “With Fighting Jack Barry,” etc.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRANCES ROGERS
PHILADELPHIA & LONDON J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1908
Copyright, 1908 By J. B. Lippincott Company Published April, 1908 Electrotyped and printed by J. B. Lippincott Company The Washington Square Press, Philadelphia, U. S. A.
TO ALICE MUMFORD ROBERTS
In the Dead of Night
“Mysteries, my boy, are always things of the night.” — A Saying of Garry Webster.
Kenyon ate the good little German dinner which the Berlin always served, and looked amusedly out upon Broadway.
“Apparently it’s the same old town,” said he. “A little more light, a few more people; but the same cocksureness, the same air of being the goal of all human effort.”
With a smile, he lay back in his chair and watched the tide ebbing along. It was a November night and the pulse of Broadway beat heavily: the stream of life that flowed through the great artery was as flippant and as garish as a vaudeville. An orchestra was drooning behind some palms in the Berlin; it played one of those Indian things, filled with the throb of tom-toms and unusual combinations of tone.
But Kenyon listened inattentively. He ate the last morsel of his dessert with satisfaction, and drained the last drop of wine with appreciation; then he turned once more and watched the crowds. It was the first time he had been in New York in ten years; yet the glare and effrontery of its big highway was waking the fever of the city in his blood.