I don"t know why, but that"s what I did. I knew the mail wasn"t supposed to arrive until later, and vaguely I wanted to ask what had happened to all the old equipment. But I just went over and looked at the mail box, like Mr. Jones suggested. I opened the first letter. Three dollars dropped out. Letter number two another three bucks. Automatically I opened letter after letter, until the floor was covered with currency. Then I imagined I looked up piteously at Mr. J.
"Subscriptions, m"boy, subscriptions. I hurried the delivery a bit, so you"d be pleased. But that"s just a start. Wait"ll tomorrow, d.i.c.k. This office will be knee-deep in money!"
At this point I finally did begin to think I was crazy.
"What is all this about, Jones? _Please_ tell me, or call the little white wagon. Am I going soggy in the brain?"
"Come, come! Not a bit of it! I"ve merely fulfilled my promise. Last night you told me that you were unhappy because the _Courier_ wasn"t selling. Now, as you can see, it _is_ selling. And not only in Danville. No sir, the whole world will want subscriptions to your paper, Richard, before I"m through."
"But you don"t understand, Jones. You just can"t make up a lot of news and expect to get by with it. It"s been tried a hundred different times. People are going to catch on. And you and me, we"re going to be jailed sure as the devil. Do you see now what you"ve done?"
He looked at me quizzically and burst out laughing.
"Why, d.i.c.k, you _don"t_ understand yet, do you! Come now, surely you"re not such a dunce.
Tell me, exactly what do you think?"
"Merely that an old man stepped into my life last night and that my life has been a nightmare ever since."
"But beyond that. Who am I and why am I here?"
"Oh, I don"t know, Mr. Jones. You"re probably just a friend of Dad"s and thought you could help me out by this crazy scheme. I can"t even get angry with you anymore. Things were going to h.e.l.l without you--maybe I can get a job on the prison newspaper."
"Just a queer old friend of Elmer"s, eh? And you think I did no more than "make up" those headlines. You don"t wonder about this press--" he waved his cane toward the large machine which had supplanted the roll-your-own--"or how the papers got delivered or why they look so professional? Is that press your imagination?"
I looked over at the machine. It was nothing I"d ever seen before. Certainly it was not anordinary press. But it was real enough. Actual papers were popping out of it at the rate of two or three a second. And then I thought of that photograph.
"My G.o.d, Jones, do you mean to tell me that you"re--"
"Precisely, my lad, precisely. A bit rusty, as I said, but with many a unique kick left."
He kicked his heels together and smiled broadly.
"Now, you can be of no help whatever. So, since you look a bit peaked around the face, it is my suggestion that you go home and rest for a few days."
"That news ... those things in the paper, you mean they were--"
"Absolutely factual. Everything that is printed in the _Danville Daily Courier_," he said gaily, "is the, er, the gospel truth. Go home, d.i.c.k: I"ll attend to the reporters and editors and the like. When you"re feeling better, come back and we"ll work together. Perhaps you"ll have a few ideas."
He put another sheet in the typewriter, rested his bushy chin on the head of the cane for a moment, twinkled his eyes and then began typing like mad.
I staggered out of the office and headed straight for Barney"s Grill. All I had was beer, but that would have to do. I had to get drunk: I knew that.
When I got to Barney"s, the place was crowded. I ordered a beer and then almost dropped it when the waiter said to me: "You certainly were right on the ball, Mr. Lewis, you and your paper. Who"d a"ever thought the Mayor"s wife would have a hippopotamus? Yes sir, right on the ball. I sent in my subscription an hour ago!"
Then Mrs. Olaf Jaspers, a quiet old lady who always had her coffee and doughnut at Barney"s before going to work at the hospital, said: "Oh, it was certainly a sight to see. Miz Lindquist is just as proud. Fancy, a hippopotamus!"
I quickly gulped the beer.
"You mean you actually saw it, Mrs. Jaspers?"
"Oh my yes," she answered. "I was there all the time. We can"t any of us figure it out, but it was the cutest thing you ever did see. Who was that old fellow that took the picture, Richard? A new man?"
Everyone began talking to me then, and my head swam around and around.
"Mighty quick of you, Lewis! You"ve got my subscription for two years!"
"Poor Burl never did catch those pesky dragons. Ate up every one of his turnips, too."
"You"re a real editor, Mr. Lewis. We"re all going to take the _Courier_ from now on. Imagine; all these funny things happen and you"re right there to get all the news!"
I bought a case of beer, excused myself, went home and got blind drunk.
It was nice to wake up the next morning, because, even though my head split I felt sure this was every bit a dream. The hope sank fast when I saw all the beer bottles lying on the floor. With an empty feeling down below, I crawled to the front door and opened it.
No dream.
The paper lay there, folded beautifully. I saw people running down the streets, lickity split, toward Main Street.
Thinking was an impossibility. I made for the boy"s room, changed clothes, fixed some breakfast and only then had the courage to unfold the issue. The headlines cried: EXTRA!! Underneath, almost as large: S.S. QUEEN MARY DISCOVERED.
ON MAIN STREET.
An unusual discovery today made Danville, U.S.A., a center of a world-wide attention. The renowned steam ship, the S.S. _Queen Mary_, thought previously to be headed for Italy enroute from Southampton, appeared suddenly in the middle of Main Street in Danville, between Geary and OrchardAve.
Imbedded deep in the cement so that it remains upright, the monstrous vessel is proving a dangerous traffic hazzard, causing many motorists to go an entire mile out of their way.
Citizens of Danville view the phenomenon with jaundiced eyes, generally considering it a great nuisance.
Empty whiskey bottles were found strewn about the various decks, and all of the crew and pa.s.sengers remain under the influence of heavy intoxication.
In the words of the Captain, J.E. Cromerline: "I din" have a thing to do with it. It was that d.a.m.ned navigator, all his fault."
Officials of the steam ship line are coming from London and New York to investigate the situation.
Continued on page 20 That"s what it said, and, so help me, there was another photograph, big and clear as life.
I ran outside, and headed for Main Street. But the minute I turned the corner, I saw it, There, exactly as the paper had said, was the _Queen Mary_, as quiescent and natural as though she"d been in dock. People were gathered all around the giant ship, jabbering and yelling.
In a dazed sort of way, I got interested and joined them.
Lydia Murphy, a school teacher, was describing the nautical terms to her cla.s.s, a gang of kids who seemed happy to get out of school.
Arley Taylor, a fellow who used to play checkers with Dad, walked over to me.
"Now, ain"t that something, d.i.c.k! I ask ya, ain"t that something!"
"That, Arley," I agreed, "is something."
I saw Mr. Jones standing on the corner, swinging his cane and puffing his cigar. I galloped over to him.
"Look, Jones, I believe you. Okay, you"re the devil. But you just can"t do this. First a hippopotamus, now the world"s biggest ocean liner in the middle of the street-- You"re driving me nuts!"
"Why, h.e.l.lo d.i.c.k. Say, you ought to see those subscriptions now! I"d say we have five thousand dollars" worth. They"re beginning to come in from the cities now. Just you wait, boy, you"ll have a newspaper that"ll beat "em all!"
Arguing didn"t faze him. I saw then and there that Mr. Jones wouldn"t be stopped. So I cussed a few times and started off. Only I was stopped short by an expensive looking blonde, with horn-rimmed gla.s.ses and a notebook.
"Mr. Richard Lewis, editor of the _Danville Courier_?" she said.
"That"s me."
"My name is Elissa Traskers. I represent the _New York Mirror_. May we go somewhere to talk?"
I mumbled, "Okay," and took one more look at the ship.
Far up on the deck I could see a guy in a uniform chasing what couldn"t have been anything else but a young lady without much clothes on.
When two big rats jumped off the lowest port hole and scampered down the street, I turned around sharply and almost dragged the blonde the entire way to my house.
Once inside, I closed the door and locked it. My nerves were on the way out.
"Mr. Lewis, why did you do that?" asked the blonde.
"Because I like to lock doors, I _love_ to lock doors. They fascinate me."
"I see. Now then, Mr. Lewis, we"d like a full account, in your own words, of all these strange happenings."
She crossed a tan leg and that didn"t help much to calm me down.
"Miss Traskers," I said, "I"ll tell you just once, and then I want you to go away. I"m not a wellman.
"My father, Elmer Lewis, was a drifter and a floater all his life, until he met the devil. Then he decided what would really make him happy. So he asked the devil to set him up in a small town with a small town newspaper. He asked for a monthly cash stipend. He got all this, so for fifty years he sat around happy as a fool, editing a paper which didn"t sell and collecting lousy bugs--"
The blonde baby looked worried, because I must have sounded somewhat unnatural. But maybe the business with the boat had convinced her that unusual things do, occasionally, happen.
"Mr. Lewis," she said sweetly, "before you go on, may I offer you a drink?"
And she produced from her purse a small, silver flask. It had scotch in it. With the elan of the d.a.m.ned, I got a couple of gla.s.ses and divided the contents of the flask into each.
"Thanks."
"Quite all right. Now, enough kidding, Mr. Lewis. I must turn in a report to my paper."
"I"m _not_ kidding, honey. For fifty-five years my dad did this, and my mother stuck right by him.
The only thing out of the ordinary they ever had was me."
The scotch tasted wonderful. I began to like Miss Traskers a lot.
"All this cost Pop his soul, but he was philosophic and I guess that didn"t matter much to him.
Anyway, he tricked the devil into including me into the bargain. So after he died and left the paper to me, and I started to go broke, Mr. Jones appeared and decided to help me out."
"To help you out?"
"Yeah, All this news is his work. Before he"s done he"ll send the whole world off its rocker, just so I can get subscriptions."
She"d stopped taking it down a long time ago.
"I"d think you were a d.a.m.ned liar, Mr. Lewis--"
"Call me d.i.c.k."
"--if I hadn"t seen the _Queen Mary_ sitting out there. Frankly, Mr. Lew--d.i.c.k, if you"re telling the truth, something"s got to be done."
"You"re darn right it does, Elissa. But what? The old boy is having too much fun now to be stopped. He told me himself that he hasn"t had anything to do like this for centuries."
"Besides," she said, "how did I get here so quickly? The ship was discovered only this morning, yet I can"t remember--"
"Oh, don"t worry about it, kid. From now on _anything_ is likely to happen."
Something did. I went over and kissed her, for no apparent reason except that she was a pretty girl and I was feeling rotten. She didn"t seem to mind.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" I shouted.
"We"re from the a.s.sociated Press. We want to see Mr. Richard Lewis," came a couple of voices. I could hear more footsteps coming up the front porch.
"I"m sorry," I called, "he"s just come down with Yellow Fever. He can"t see anybody."
But it wasn"t any use. More and more steps and voices, and I could see the door being pushed inward, I grabbed Elissa"s hand and we ran out the back way, ran all the way to the office.
Strangely, there weren"t many people around. We walked in, and there, of course, was Mr.
Jones at the typewriter. He looked up, saw Elissa and winked at me.
"Listen to this, boy. BANK PRESIDENT"S WIFE CLAIMS DIVORCE--EXPLAINS CAUGHT HUSBAND TRIFLING WITH THREE MERMAIDS IN BATHTUB. "course, it"s rather long, but I think we can squeeze it in. Well, well, who have you there?"
I couldn"t think of anything else, so I introduced Elissa.
"Ah, from the _Mirror!_ I got you down here this morning, didn"t I?"
Elissa looked at me and I could tell she didn"t think I had been trying to fool her.
"Have you turned in your report yet, Miss?"
She shook her head.