New Britain herald., 1924-06-30
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l suitcase. was sure that there was nothing in it that would identify Mrs Gannons missing lodger as John Ainsley, but l wished to be positive. Pride forbade that even after l was dead. persons who once had known me should know the humiliation of my end end.
 I closed the case and sat down once more upon the bed, 10 gather all my strength. AS l sat there l thought of the man who had fed me. The display of money which he had made was assurance that he was an extremely successful criminal. prob ably one of those super criminals" created by the police to cover up their own incompetence.
 laughed at the idea. This man was nothing but the most mediocre sort of person. Beyond vicious cunning, he possessed no mentality at all. The reason for his success lay in the fact that the men opposed 10 him. the police, were also medioc- rites. Imagine a man of real intel ligence dcvoting himself 10 the stupid career of crime detection. Graduated policemen were the detec- tives who protected society against the schemes of such as my fur-col- Jared friend. And while a policeman may be morally and physically an eX- ceptional person, mentally he must be on the level Of a laborcr.
 The suporcriminal existed only in ihe newspapers. In reality he was such a person as my fur-collared friend. And the limitations of that person had been made clearly evident to me tonight He knew his limita- tions himself, and had asked my aid to overcome them. Why, if chose, could be a supercriminal, q real one. not a myth invented 10 please the writers of newspaper headlines and their readers
 It would serve society right if turned against ii. was A gontle- man. a man qualified to act as arbiter in matters of taste and culture. man admirably familiar with tho arts. Yet the world passed me by. and pre- ferred to bestow it's honors and re- wards upon a rlorified grocer or a vendor Of pig-iron.
 It has taken ten generations of aristoeratic forbears to produce mo. While l did not profess to own tho creative instinct, nevertheless, by sheer virtue of my family traditions, I was qualified 10 judge the works of creative artists and say: This is good; that is bad"
 Such as I were produced upon this earth to guide and instruct the com mon people We were not meant to batt!e in tawdry ways or the gross material things Of life. The supreme achievement of evolution is the gem tleman; and society permits 8 gentle man to starVe. l can conceive no harsher indictment against society.
 Then I smiled at my own heat. had had my opportunity to become a criminal earlier this evening. and had refused it. had no intention of changing my mind. and accepting the offer of my flr-collared friend.
 So, then, let me die, ss gcnhc- man should. without rcpinines, or anger, or snecrs, or other Vulgari- tics And let me die, as unfortun- ately I had not recently lived, upon a eill stomach
 There were places in New York where one might still dine, frugally it is true, but amid clean surround ! ings. in an atmosphere of breeding. for the small sum that still remained 10 mo. Such a place was Carcy's. an Italian table d-hote restaurant south Of Washington Square. Dim ncr could be procured there for a 1 dollar and a half: with twenty-five cents for cigarettes. there would still | by a quarter for the waiter 1 re- l grettcd that the check boy in the coat-room would be forced 10 get 1 along without grattity from mo. With my stomach filled. puffing at q cigarette, 1 would stroll leistirclv to i the west, coming at length upon a dock on the North River. After that who knows?
 There vas no need to say anything i 10 Mrs. Cannon. Tomorrow or the next day, finding my room unoccu- pied. she would rent it 10 someone | else; I had paid her for A week in ad- i vance, and she would consider my l departure something in the nature of
 an unexpected profit There was not ] the slightest danger that she would 1 report my absence 10 the police She would coniiscste my poor suitcase ! and it's ncaeer contents. and gain still ] another petty profit.
 So walkes downstairs. much stronger than when ' had done so on my way to visit Weinberg. but still weak and hungry again. In the hall i little Peter mot me.
 When you goin' to make penny | disappear for mc. Mir Ainslryg'' he 1 demanded.
 l ] smiled at him. I'm going to make something bigger than penny disappear. Peter" ] told hin. "Whcu@F he asked.
 i Pretty soon." l replied. Will you let me sec you?'' he | asked.
 "You'n know about ii." assured
 him.
 Smiling at my doublc-entendre. I Jeff the house. And as walked toward Carey's my resolution grew
 stronger. IT man cant live as
 gentleman should live. why ntc at