The footpaths were crowded with men, women, boys, and dogs, all endeavouring to reach Mr. Hearty"s shop, the Mecca of their pilgrimage. Crowds overflowed the paths into the roadway and seemed to cement together the traffic.
Bindle pa.s.sed along the line intent on gleaning all the information he could.
""Ave yer come after the job o" "ousekeeper, nurse, or dawg?" he asked one seedy-looking man with an alarming growth of nose.
""Ow about my railway fare?"" enquired Lily"s owner, recognising Bindle. ""Oo"s goin" to pay it?"
"You"re a-goin" to pay it yerself, ole sport, unless you"re goin" to walk." Then eyeing the man critically he added, "A little exercise might ease yer figure a bit."
Bindle pushed among the throng of disappointed applicants for employment and deliverers of goods. Fate had been kind to him in sending him this glorious jest.
"Might "a been foundin" a colony," he muttered, as he pa.s.sed from group to group; ""e ain"t forgot nothink: plumbers, bricklayers, vans, "ousekeepers, dawgs, kids to adopt, "orses, carpenters, caretakers, shovers; an" "e"s ordered everythink what ever growed or was made, includin" beer, enough to keep the Guards drunk for a year. "Earty"s mad, pore chap. Religion do take some that way."
At first Bindle had been puzzled to account for the throngs of applicants; but enquiry made things very clear. In every case the advertis.e.m.e.nts-and they had appeared in every daily and innumerable weekly papers-stated the wages, which were unusually high. A vanman was offered fifty shillings a week, a housekeeper thirty shillings a week all found; for an errand-boy fifteen shillings a week was suggested, and ten pounds as a bonus to the parents of the child that was to be adopted.
The officials at Putney Bridge station were puzzled to account for the extraordinary increase in the westward-bound traffic on that Sat.u.r.day morning; but what particularly surprised them was the stream of dogs that each train seemed to pour forth.
The run upon dog-tickets at certain East-end stations broke all records, and three stationmasters had to telephone to headquarters for a further supply.
Dogs occupied the gangways of every train arriving at Putney Bridge station between 10 a.m. and 10.40 a.m. Dogs growled, fawned, and quarrelled.
The stream of dogs, however, was as nothing to the stream of men, women and boys, and small children for adoption. The station officials and the bus-men outside wearied of instructing people how to get to Fulham High Street.
The congestion of traffic in Fulham High Street was felt as far east as Piccadilly and the Strand, where the police on point duty were at a loss to account for it. The disorganisation in the tram service was in evidence equally at Wood Green and Wandsworth.
Certain elements in the crowd, notably the younger and more light-hearted sections, in particular those who lived in the neighbourhood and were not out of pocket for railway fares, were inclined to regard the whole affair as a huge joke, and badinage flowed freely. There was, however, another section that thirsted for somebody"s blood, and was inclined to regard Mr. Hearty as the person most suitable to supply this.
In the immediate vicinity of the shop-door the excitement was intense, everyone pushing and striving to get nearer. There was no suggestion of personal feeling save in the case of those who were bent on the same errand. Thus a potential housekeeper felt nothing but friendliness for a would-be dog-seller, whilst a hopeful housemaid was capable of experiencing almost an affection for a mother who had a spare offspring she was wishful of having adopted.
When the first brewers" dray drew up it was greeted with cheers, and one man who drove up in a donkey-cart with a flashily-dressed young woman was greeted with the inevitable:
"Who"s your lady friend? I am surprised at you, It isn"t the one I saw you with at "Ampstead,"
sung by a score of robust voices.
Cries, cat-calls, and advice to those inside to "save a drop for uncle," and ""urry up," were continuous. Many crude jokes were levelled at Mr. Hearty"s name.
When the helmets of the police were seen bobbing their way through the crowd there were prolonged cheers.
The first policeman to arrive, having foreseen the possibility of trouble, had promptly telephoned for a.s.sistance. At the time the reinforcements arrived, including an inspector and two mounted constables, the att.i.tude of the crowd was beginning to a.s.sume an ugly look. One of the more aggressive spirits had endeavoured to single out Mr. Hearty as a target for one of his own potatoes; but he had, unfortunately for him, hit the policeman, whose action had been so swift and uncompromising that there was no further attempt at disorder.
The inspector quickly saw that very little that was coherent could be obtained from Mr. Hearty. It was Bindle who supplied the details of what had occurred.
""Earty"s me brother-in-law," he replied. ""E"s either gone off "is onion or someone"s been pullin" "is leg. All this "ere little lot," and Bindle indicated the congested High Street, ""as brought "im things they says "e"s ordered, and "e says "e ain"t, an" them crowds of men, women, and dogs and kids "as come sayin" he wants to give "em jobs or "omes."
The inspector asked a few questions, and gleaned sufficient information to convince him that this was a huge practical joke, and that prompt action was imperative. He telephoned for more men and set to work in an endeavour to organise the traffic and reduce it to manageable proportions.
Constables were placed at different points along the main thoroughfare leading to Fulham High Street, asking all drivers and chauffeurs if they were bound for Mr. Alfred Hearty"s shop in Fulham High Street, and if so sending them back. Men were stationed at Hammersmith and Putney High Street to divert the streams of traffic that still poured towards Fulham.
Putney and Fulham had never seen anything like it. Families went dinnerless because housewives either could not get to the shops, or could not get away from them again. Telephones rang, and irate housekeepers enquired when the materials for lunch were coming. Taxicab drivers with fares sat stolidly at the wheel, conscious that their income was increasing automatically, whilst the fares themselves fumed and fussed as they saw their twopences vanish.
It was not until past one o"clock that the trams restarted, and it was 2.30 before Bindle got back to the yard with his three pantechnicons.
"Poor ole "Earty"s got it in the neck this time," he muttered as he turned back towards Fulham High Street to lend a hand in putting things straight. Mr. Hearty was distracted at the thought that none of his customers had received their fruit and vegetables, and Bindle was genuinely sorry for him. All that afternoon and late into the night he worked, helping to weigh up and deliver orders; and when he eventually left the shop at a few minutes before midnight, he was "as tired as a performin" flea."
"I like "Earty when "e goes mad," he muttered to himself as he left the shop. "It sort o" wakes up sleepy old Fulham. I wonder "oo it was. Shouldn"t be surprised if I could spot "im. If it ain"t Mr. d.i.c.k Little call me Jack Johnson. I wish "e "adn"t done it, though."
Bindle was thinking of the pathetic figure Mr. Hearty had cut, and of the feverish manner in which he had worked to make up for the lost hours, Bindle had been genuinely touched when, as he was about to leave the shop, his brother-in-law had shaken him warmly by the hand and, in an unsteady voice, thanked him for his help. Then looking round as if searching for something, he had suddenly seized the largest pineapple from the bra.s.s rail in the window, thrust it upon the astonished Bindle, and fled into the back room.
For some seconds Bindle had stood looking from the fruit to the door through which his brother-in-law had disappeared, then, replacing it on the rack, he had quietly left the shop, muttering: "It takes a long time to get to know even yer own relations. Queer ole card, "Earty."
CHAPTER XII
BINDLE AGREES TO BECOME A MILLIONAIRE
I
As the intervals between Mr. Hearty"s invitations for Sunday evenings lengthened, Bindle became a more frequent visitor at d.i.c.k Little"s flat, where he could always be sure of finding jovial kindred spirits.
Both Mrs. Hearty and Millie missed Bindle, and broadly hinted the fact to Mr. Hearty; but he enjoyed too well his Sunday evening hymns to sacrifice them on the altar of hospitality. Millie in particular resented the change. She disliked intensely the hymn-singing, and she was greatly attached to "Uncle Joe."
At d.i.c.k Little"s flat Bindle found ample compensation for the loss of Mr. Hearty"s very uncordial hospitality.
"Mrs. Bindle ain"t at "er best Sunday evenin"s," he had confided to d.i.c.k Little. ""Er soul seems to sort of itch a bit an" "er not able to scratch it."
He was always a.s.sured of a welcome at Chelsea, and the shout that invariably greeted his entrance flattered him.
"Different from ole "Earty"s "Good-evenin", Joseph,"" he would remark. "I"d like "Earty to meet this little lot."
One Sunday evening, about nine o"clock, Bindle made his way round to the flat, and found d.i.c.k Little alone with his brother Tom, who was spending the week-end in town. Bindle had not previously met Tom Little, who, however, greeted him warmly as an old friend.
"P"r"aps I"d better be goin"," suggested Bindle tentatively, "seein" as you"re--"
"Not a bit of it," broke in d.i.c.k Little; "sit down, mix yourself a drink; there are the cigars."
Bindle did as he was bid.
"We were talking about Gravy when you came in," remarked Tom Little.
"An" very nice too, with a cut from the joint an" two vegs.," remarked Bindle pleasantly.
d.i.c.k Little explained that "Gravy" was the nickname by which Mr. Reginald Graves was known to his fellow-undergraduates. "We"re about fed up with him at Joe"s," Tom Little added.
"An" "oo might Joe be, sir, when "e"s at "ome, an" properly labelled?" enquired Bindle.
"It"s St. Joseph"s College, Oxford, where my brother is," explained d.i.c.k Little.