They exhibited their carefully gotten-up legs; they made indecent gestures; they said the vilest things; they offered the vilest inducements; they lowered their prices down and down.And such men as did not order them off with disdain, listened with laughter, made jokes at which the wretched creatures laughed as gayly as if they were not mad with anxiety and were not hating these men who were holding on to that which they must have to live.
"Too many out tonight," said Maud as they walked their beat--Forty-second between Broadway and Eighth Avenue."I knew it would be this way.Let's go in here and get warm."They went into the back room of a saloon where perhaps half a dozen women were already seated, some of them gray with the cold against which their thin showy garments were no protection.Susan and Maud sat at a table in a corner; Maud broke her rule and drank whiskey with Susan.After they had taken perhaps half a dozen drinks, Maud grew really confidential.She always, even in her soberest moments, seemed to be telling everything she knew; but Susan had learned that there were in her many deep secrets, some of which not even liquor could unlock.
"I'm going to tell you something," she now said to Susan."You must promise not to give me away.""Don't tell me," replied Susan.She was used to being flattered--or victimized, according to the point of view--with confidences.She assumed Maud was about to confess some secret about her own self, as she had the almost universal habit of never thinking of anyone else."Don't tell me," said she.
"I'm tired of being used to air awful secrets.It makes me feel like a tenement wash line.""This is about you," said Maud."If it's ever found out that I put you wise, Jim'll have me killed.Yes--killed."Susan, reckless by this time, laughed."Oh, trash!" she said.
"No trash at all," insisted Maud."When you know this town through and through you'll know that murder's something that can be arranged as easy as buying a drink.What risk is there in making one of _us_ `disappear'? None in the world.I always feel that Jim'll have me killed some day--unless I go crazy sometime and kill him.He's stuck on me--or, at least, he's jealous of me--and if he ever found out I had a lover--somebody--anybody that didn't pay--why, it'd be all up with me.Little Maud would go on the grill."She ordered and slowly drank another whiskey before she recalled what she had set out to confide.By way of a fresh start she said, "What do you think of Freddie?""I don't know," replied Susan.And it was the truth.Her instinctive belief in a modified kind of fatalism made her judgments of people--even of those who caused her to suffer--singularly free from personal bitterness.Freddie, a mere instrument of destiny, had his good side, his human side, she knew.At his worst he was no worse than the others, And aside from his queer magnetism, there was a certain force in him that compelled her admiration; at least he was not one of the petty instruments of destiny.He had in him the same quality she felt gestating within herself."I don't know what to think," she repeated.
Maud had been reflecting while Susan was casting about, as she had many a time before, for her real opinion of her master who was in turn the slave of Finnegan, who was in his turn the slave of somebody higher up, she didn't exactly know who--or why--or the why of any of it--or the why of the grotesque savage purposeless doings of destiny in general.Maud now burst out:
"I don't care.I'm going to put you wise if I die for it.""Don't," said Susan."I don't want to know.""But I've _got_ to tell you.Do you know what Freddie's going to do?"Susan smiled disdainfully."I don't care.You mustn't tell me--when you've been drinking this way ""Finnegan's police judge is a man named Bennett.As soon as Bennett comes back to Jefferson Market Police Court, Freddie's going to have you sent up for three months."Susan's glass was on the way to her lips.She set it down again.The drunken old wreck of an entertainer at the piano in the corner was bellowing out his favorite song--"I Am the King of the Vikings." Susan began to hum the air.
"It's gospel," cried Maud, thinking Susan did not believe her.
"He's a queer one, is Freddie.They're all afraid of him.
You'd think he was a coward, the way he bullies women and that.
But somehow he ain't--not a bit.He'll be a big man in the organization some day, they all say.He never lets up till he gets square.And he thinks you're not square--after all he's done for you.""Perhaps not--as he looks at it," said Susan.
"And Jim says he's crazy in love with you, and that he wants to put you where other men can't see you and where maybe he can get over caring about you.That's the real reason.He's a queer devil.But then all men are though none quite like Freddie.""So I'm to go to the Island for three months," said Susan reflectively.
"You don't seem to care.It's plain you never was there....
And you've got to go.There's no way out of it--unless you skip to another city.And if you did you never could come back here.Freddie'd see that you got yours as soon as you landed."Susan sat looking at her glass.Maud watched her in astonishment."You're as queer as Freddie," said she at length."I never feel as if I was acquainted with you--not really.I never had a lady friend like that before.You don't seem to be a bit excited about what Freddie's going to do.Are you in love with him?"Susan lifted strange, smiling eyes to Maud's curious gaze.
"I--in _love_--with a _man_," she said slowly.And then she laughed.
"Don't laugh that way," cried Maud."It gives me the creeps.
What are you going to do?"
"What can I do?"
"Nothing."
"Then if there's nothing to do, I'll no nothing.""Go to the Island for three months?"
Susan shrugged her shoulders."I haven't gone yet." She rose.
"It's too stuffy and smelly in here," said she."Let's move out.""No.I'll wait.I promised to meet a gentleman friend here.
