Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-12-15
they waited. The man who had been
looking for Kennedy had gone and

AFTER ALL said Brooke to himself,
lit isn't likely it was that money he
was expecting. and L dare say Ken
nedy, whoever he may be, is alive and
Well and having a corking time with
his plumber"
He had ordered a new trunk and
some wearing apparel and other toilet
necessities sent to the Waldorf-As-
toria, so it seemed to him advisable to
secure a room there, before his pur-
;chases should arrive. But not being
quite sure of the route. he hailed q
|taxicab, and the next moment was
driving swiftly down Broadway, feel
ing very much of a gentleman dndeed
as his eye devoured both sides of the
street and the middle at one and the
same time. H..
But Broadway as he, viewed it now
scarcely came up to his expectations.
It is not an imposing thoroughfare by
Cay. At night it coruscates with
electric brilliancy, but at high noon 1t
impresses one Is bare and common
place, with the majority of the build
ings low and almost shabby. The APP
proach to the Waldorf, however,
through Thirty-fourth street brought
with it an added dignity, and as the
taxi rolled up Brooke felt a little
awed by the grandeur. And the in
terror, with its lofty ceilings, it's mas
slve onyx columns with their gilded
capitals; its plate-glass partitions
through which he caught glimpses Of
towering palms, snowy napery and
glinting silver, and its general atmos-
phere of richness combined with busy
active movement, sen such a thrill
through him as is only provoked by
the pleasantly unusual.
He wrote John Moore on the reg
lister, added Chicago" as his resi-
dence, and was assigned to a, room
and bath on the twelfth floor. No, he
would not go up. he told the clerk.
His luggage would be along later. In
the meantime he would lunch.
Then he walked through the public
rooms of the ground floor stared a lit
tie awkwardly if not rudely at some
of the showily dressed women,
>of h deliberately attired men,
bought an early edition Of an evening
paper, and finally selected a window
table in the cafe where he could di-
vide his attention between the scenes
within and the scenes without, sTs
He found in the paper a repetition
of the story he had read that morning
concerning the man who had fallen
from the train and who. by general
consent it seemed, was now referred
to as John Brooke.
Added to the original story was a
dispatch from Boston which told OF
an interview with Alexander Perry.
"a wealthy stockbroker," who stated
that he had been expecting his
nephew TO reach Boston within a few
days, and that he had received a tele-
gram announcing the young mans ar
rival in San Francisco, and his depar-
ture for the East.
Mr. Perry, the newspaper account
continued, 'left Boston this morning
for this city, to claim the body n he
should be convinced that 1t is really
that Of his nephew B
When Brooke raised his eyes from
the paper a waiter stood beside him.
awaiting his order, SO he turned his
attention to the menu. But even as
he ran it through. a name called in
adolescence-called and distracted
hin,: 83
"Mis-tah Moore!"
He had heard 1t first from q dis
lance, the three syllables called In a
sing-song rhythm. Now 1t came&near-
er. "a page was approaching his
table. There was but one chance In
ten thousand that the Mr. Moore"
wanted was he. No one could have Z
message for him as "Mr. Moore" save
the hotel people themselves or the
Safe Deposit people. Nevertheless. he
stopped the boy.
what Mr.. Mo6re?a. he asked.
"rMr. John Moore" answered the
youth. ROOM 1,671."
That was his room number, but as
he took the square envelope and
tipped the page he felt that there
must be some mistake.