The Paternoster Ruby

With a screaming of brakes, the elevated train on which I happened to be jerked to a stop, and passengers intending to disembark were catapulted toward the doorways — a convenience supplied gratis by all elevated roads, which, I have observed, is generally overlooked by their patrons. I crammed the morning paper into my overcoat pocket, fell in with the outrushing current of humanity, and was straightway swept upon the platform, pinched through the revolving gates, and hustled down the covered iron stairway to the street. Here the current broke up and diffused, like the current of a river where it empties into the sea.This was the first wave of the daily townward tide — clerks, shop-girls, and stenographers, for the most part intent upon bread and butter in futuro. The jostling and crowding was like an old story to me; I went through the ordeal each morning with an indifference and abstraction born of long custom.The time of the year was January, the year itself 1892. A clear, cold air with just enough frost in it to stir sluggish blood, induced one to walk briskly. It was still too early in the day for the usual down-town crowd, and I proceeded as fast as I wanted to, allowing my thoughts to dwell undisturbed on the big news topic of the day, which I had just been reading. And so I did, as I strode along, with the concern of one whose interest is remote, yet in a way affected. [...]Reprint of the detective novel, originally published in 1910.

Charles Edmonds Walk was born in Indiana in 1875. In addition to The Paternoster Ruby, he wrote a number of other books, The Silver Blade (1908), The Yellow Circle (1909), The Time Lock (1912), The Crimson Cross (1913) with Millard Lynch, and The Green Seal(1914). He also wrote a number of stories published in Blue Book and other magazines. His date of death is unknown.