§ 8
There was once, so legend declares, a darky who said that he liked to
stub his toe because it felt so good when it stopped hurting. On this
same principle Peter had a happy time in the hospital of the American
City jail. He had a comfortable bed, and plenty to eat, and absolutely
nothing to do. His sore joints became gradually healed, and he gained
half a pound a day in weight, and his busy mind set to work to study the
circumstances about him, to find out how he could perpetuate these
comfortable conditions, and add to them the little luxuries which make
life really worth living.
In charge of this hospital was an old man by the name of Doobman.
He had been appointed because he was the uncle of an alderman, and he
had held the job for the last six years, and during that time had gained
weight almost as rapidly as Peter was gaining. He had now come to a
condition where he did not like to get out of his armchair if it could
be avoided. Peter discovered this, and so found it possible to make
himself useful in small ways. Also Mr. Doobman had a secret vice; he
took snuff, and for the sake of discipline he did not want this dreadful
fact to become known. Therefore he would wait until everybody's back was
turned before he took a pinch of snuff; and Peter learned this, and
would tactfully turn his back.
Everybody in this hospital had some secret vice, and it was Mr.
Doobman's duty to repress the vices of the others. The inmates of the
hospital included many of the prisoners who had money, and could pay to
make themselves comfortable. They wanted tobacco, whiskey, cocaine and
other drugs, and some of them wanted a chance to practice unnamable
horrors. All the money they could smuggle in they were ready to spend
for license to indulge themselves. As for the attendants in the
hospital, they were all political appointees, derelicts who had been
unable to hold a job in the commercial world, and had sought an easy
berth, like Peter himself. They took bribes, and were prepared to bribe
Peter to outwit Mr. Doobman; Mr. Doobman, on the other hand, was
prepared to reward Peter with many favors, if Peter would consent to
bring him secret information. In such a situation it was possible for a
man with his wits about him to accumulate quite a little capital.
For the most part Peter stuck by Doobman; having learned by
bitter experience that in the long run it pays to be honest. Doobman was
referred to by the other attendants as the "Old Man"; and always in
Peter's life, from the very dawn of childhood, there had been some such
"Old Man," the fountain-head of authority, the dispenser of creature
comforts. First had been "Old Man" Drubb, who from early morning until
late at night wore green spectacles, and a sign across his chest, "I am
blind," and made a weary little child lead him thru the streets by the
hand. At night, when they got home to their garret-room, "Old Man" Drubb
would take off his green goggles, and was perfectly able to see Peter,
and if Peter had made the slightest mistake during the day he would beat
him.
When Drubb was arrested, Peter was taken to the orphan asylum,
and there was another "Old Man," and the same harsh lesson of
subservience to be learned. Peter had run away from the asylum; and then
had come Pericles Priam with his Pain Paralyzer, and Peter had studied
his whims and served his interests. When Pericles had married a rich
widow and she had kicked Peter out, there had come the Temple of
Jimjambo, where the "Old Man" had been Tushbar Akrogas, the
major-domo — terrible when he was thwarted, but a generous dispenser of
favors when once you had learned to flatter him, to play upon his
weaknesses, to smooth the path of his pleasures. All these years Peter
had been forced to "crook the pregnant hinges of the knee"; it had
become an instinct with him — an instinct that went back far behind the
twenty years of his conscious life, that went back twenty thousand
years, perhaps ten times twenty thousand years, to a time when Peter had
chipped flint spear-heads at the mouth of some cave, and broiled
marrow-bones for some "Old Man" of the borde, and seen rebellious young
fellows cast out to fall prey to the sabre-tooth tiger.