IX
When The Hopper rolled away from Happy Hill Farm in the stolen machine, accompanied by one stolen child and forty thousand dollars" worth of stolen pottery, Mary wept, whether because of the parting with Shaver, or because she feared that The Hopper would never return, was not clear.
Humpy, too, showed signs of tears, but concealed his weakness by performing a grotesque dance, dancing grotesquely by the side of the car, much to Shaver"s joy--a joy enhanced just as the car reached the gate, where, as a farewell attention, Humpy fell down and rolled over and over in the snow.
The Hopper"s wits were alert as he bore Shaver homeward. By this time it was likely that the confiding young Talbots had conferred over the telephone and knew that their offspring had disappeared. Doubtless the New Haven police had been notified, and he chose his route with discretion to avoid unpleasant encounters. Shaver, his spirits keyed to holiday pitch, babbled ceaselessly, and The Hopper, highly elated, babbled back at him.
They arrived presently at the rear of the young Talbots" premises, and The Hopper, with Shaver trotting at his side, advanced cautiously upon the house bearing the two baskets, one containing Shaver"s chicks, the other the precious porcelains. In his survey of the landscape he noted with trepidation the presence of two big limousines in the highway in front of the cottage and decided that if possible he must see Muriel alone and make his report to her.
The moment he entered the kitchen he heard the clash of voices in angry dispute in the living-room. Even Shaver was startled by the violence of the conversation in progress within, and clutched tightly a fold of The Hopper"s trousers.
"I tell you it"s John Wilton who has stolen Billie!" a man cried tempestuously. "Anybody who would enter a neighbor"s house in the dead of night and try to rob him--rob him, yes, and _murder_ him in the most brutal fashion--would not scruple to steal his own grandchild!"
"Me"s gwanpa," whispered Shaver, gripping The Hopper"s hand, "an" "im"s mad."
That Mr. Talbot was very angry indeed was established beyond cavil.
However, Mr. Wilton was apparently quite capable of taking care of himself in the dispute.
"You talk about my stealing when you robbed me of my Lang-Yao--bribed my servants to plunder my safe! I want you to understand once for all, Roger Talbot, that if that jar isn"t returned within one hour,--within one hour, sir,--I shall turn you over to the police!"
"Liar!" bellowed Talbot, who possessed a voice of great resonance. "You can"t mitigate your foul crime by charging me with another! I never saw your jar; I never wanted it! I wouldn"t have the thing on my place!"
Muriel"s voice, full of tears, was lifted in expostulation.
"How can you talk of your silly vases when Billie"s lost! Billie"s been stolen--and you two men can think of nothing but pot-ter-ree!"
Shaver lifted a startled face to The Hopper.
"Mamma"s cwyin"; gwanpa"s hurted mamma!"
The strategic moment had arrived when Shaver must be thrust forward as an interruption to the exchange of disagreeable epithets by his grandfathers.
"You trot right in there t" yer ma, Shaver. Ole Hop ain"t goin" t" let "em hurt ye!"
He led the child through the dining room to the living-room door and pushed him gently on the scene of strife. Talbot, senior, was pacing the floor with angry strides, declaiming upon his wrongs,--indeed, his theme might have been the misery of the whole human race from the vigor of his lamentations. His son was keeping step with him, vainly attempting to persuade him to sit down. Wilton, with a patch over his right eye, was trying to disengage himself from his daughter"s arms with the obvious intention of doing violence to his neighbor.
"I"m sure papa never meant to hurt you; it was all a dreadful mistake,"
she moaned.
"He had an accomplice," Talbot thundered, "and while he was trying to kill me there in my own house the plum-blossom vase was carried off; and if Roger hadn"t pushed him out of the window after his hireling--I"d--I"d--"
A shriek from Muriel happily prevented the completion of a sentence that gave every promise of intensifying the prevailing hard feeling.
"Look!" Muriel cried. "It"s Billie come back! Oh, Billie!"
She sprang toward the door and clasped the frightened child to her heart.
The three men gathered round them, staring dully. The Hopper from behind the door waited for Muriel"s joy over Billie"s return to communicate itself to his father and the two grandfathers.
"Me"s dot two chick-ees for Kwismus," announced Billie, wriggling in his mother"s arms.
Muriel, having satisfied herself that Billie was intact,--that he even bore the marks of maternal care,--was in the act of transferring him to his bewildered father, when, turning a tear-stained face toward the door, she saw The Hopper awkwardly twisting the derby which he had donned as proper for a morning call of ceremony. She walked toward him with quick, eager step.
"You--you came back!" she faltered, stifling a sob.
"Yes"m," responded The Hopper, rubbing his hand across his nose. His appearance roused Billie"s father to a sense of his parental responsibility.
"You brought the boy back! You are the kidnaper!"
"Roger," cried Muriel protestingly, "don"t speak like that! I"m sure this gentleman can explain how he came to bring Billie."
The quickness with which she regained her composure, the ease with which she adjusted herself to the unforeseen situation, pleased The Hopper greatly. He had not misjudged Muriel; she was an admirable ally, an ideal confederate. She gave him a quick little nod, as much as to say, "Go on, sir; we understand each other perfectly,"--though, of course, she did not understand, nor was she enlightened until some time later, as to just how The Hopper became possessed of Billie.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE THREE MEN GATHERED ROUND THEM, STARING DULLY]
Billie"s father declared his purpose to invoke the law upon his son"s kidnapers no matter where they might be found.
"I reckon as mebbe ut wuz a kidnapin" an" I reckon as mebbe ut wuzn"t,"
The Hopper began unhurriedly. "I live over Sh.e.l.l Road way; poultry and eggs is my line; Happy Hill Farm. Stevens"s the name--Charles S. Stevens.
An" I found Shaver--"scuse me, but ut seemed sort o" nat"ral name fer "im?--I found "im a settin" up in th" machine over there by my place, chipper"s ye please. I takes "im into my house an" Mary"--that"s th"
missus--she gives "im supper and puts "im t" sleep. An" we thinks mebbe somebody"d come along askin" fer "im. An" then this mornin" I calls th"
New Haven police, an" they tole me about you folks, an" me and Shaver comes right over."
This was entirely plausible and his hearers, The Hopper noted with relief, accepted it at face value.
"How dear of you!" cried Muriel. "Won"t you have this chair, Mr. Stevens!"
"Most remarkable!" exclaimed Wilton. "Some scoundrelly tramp picked up the car and finding there was a baby inside left it at the roadside like the brute he was!"
Billie had addressed himself promptly to the Christmas tree, to his very own Christmas tree that was laden with gifts that had been a.s.sembled by the family for his delectation. Efforts of Grandfather Wilton to extract from the child some account of the man who had run away with him were unavailing. Billie was busy, very busy, indeed. After much patient effort he stopped sorting the animals in a bright new Noah"s Ark to point his finger at The Hopper and remark:--
""Ims nice mans; "ims let Bil-lee play wif "ims watch!"
As Billie had broken the watch his acknowledgment of The Hopper"s courtesy in letting him play with it brought a grin to The Hopper"s face.
Now that Billie had been returned and his absence satisfactorily accounted for, the two connoisseurs showed signs of renewing their quarrel.
Responsive to a demand from Billie, The Hopper got down on the floor to a.s.sist in the proper mating of Noah"s animals. Billie"s father was scrutinizing him fixedly and The Hopper wondered whether Muriel"s handsome young husband had recognized him as the person who had vanished through the window of the Talbot home bearing the plum-blossom vase. The thought was disquieting; but feigning deep interest in the Ark he listened attentively to a violent tirade upon which the senior Talbot was launched.
"My G.o.d!" he cried bitterly, planting himself before Wilton in a belligerent att.i.tude, "every infernal thing that can happen to a man happened to me yesterday. It wasn"t enough that you robbed me and tried to murder me--yes, you did, sir!--but when I was in the city I was robbed in the subway by a pickpocket. A thief took my bill-book containing invaluable data I had just received from my agent in China giving me a clue to porcelains, sir, such as you never dreamed of! Some more of your work--Don"t you contradict me! You don"t contradict me! Roger, he doesn"t contradict me!"
Wilton, choking with indignation at this new onslaught, was unable to contradict him.
Pained by the situation, The Hopper rose from the floor and coughed timidly.
"Shaver, go fetch yer chickies. Bring yer chickies in an" put "em on th"
boat."
Billie obediently trotted off toward the kitchen and The Hopper turned his back upon the Christmas tree, drew out the pocket-book and faced the company.