"Listen, Gootes," I swallowed a mouthful of sandwich and sipped a little beer. "I want to help you get your story."
He waved his hand and pulled a handkerchief out of his ear.
"The point is," I commenced, sopping a piece of bread in the thick gravy, "if I were to betray the confidence involved I couldnt hope to continue my connection and I"d lose my chances to benefit from this remarkable discovery."
"b.a.l.l.s," exclaimed Gootes. "Forget the spiel. I"m not a prospect for your lawn tonic."
I disregarded the interruption. "I"m not a mercenary man and I believe in enlightening the public to the fullest extent compatible with decency. I"m willing to make a sacrifice for the general good, yet I--"
"--"must live." I know, I know. How much?"
"It seems to me fifty dollars would be little enough--"
"Fifty potatoes!" He went through an elaborate pantomime of shock, horror, indignation, grotesque dismay and a dozen other a.s.sorted emotions. "Little man, youre fruitcake sure. W R wouldnt part with half a C for a tipoff on the Secondcoming. No, brother--you rang the wrong bell. Five I might get you--but no more."
I replied firmly I was not in need of charity--ignoring his pointed look at the remains on my plate--and this was strictly a business proposition, payment for value received. After some bargaining he finally agreed to phone his managingeditor and propose I"d "come clean"
for twenty dollars. While he was on this errand I added pie and coffee to the check. It is well to be provident and I"d paid for my meal in more than money.
Jacson Gootes came limply from the phonebooth, his b.u.mptiousness gone.
"No soap." He shook his head dejectedly. "Old Man said only pity for the lower mammals prevented him from letting me go to work for Hearst right away. Sorry."
His nerves appeared quite shattered; capable of restoration only by Old Grandad. After tossing down a couple of bourbons he seemed a little recovered, but hardly quite well enough to use an accent or perform a trick.
"I"m sorry also," I said. "Since we can be of no further use to each other--"
"Don"t take a powder, chum," he urged plaintively. "What about a last gander at the weed together?"
As we walked back I reflected that at any rate I was saved from submitting Miss Francis to vulgar publicity. Everything is for the best--Ive seen a hundred instances to prove it. Perhaps--who knew--something might yet happen to make it possible for me to profit by the freak growth.
"Needs a transfusion," remarked Gootes as we stood on the sidewalk before it.
Indeed it was anemically green; uneven, hacked and ragged; shorn of its emerald beauty. A high fog filtered the late afternoon light to show Mr Barelli"s task accomplished and the curious watchers gone. It was no smoothly clipped carpet, yet it was no longer a freakish, exotic thing.
Rather forlorn it looked, and crippled.
"Paleface pay out much wampum to get um cut every day."
"Oh, it probably won"t take long till the strength is exhausted."
"Says you. Well, Ive got half a story. Cheerio."
I sighed. If only Miss Francis could control it. A fortune ...
I walked home, trying to figure out what I was going to do tomorrow.
_8._ I thought I was prepared for anything after the shocks of the day before; I know I was prepared for nothing at all--to find the gra.s.s as I"d left it or even reverted to its original decay. Indeed, I was not too sure that my memory was completely accurate; that the thing had happened so fantastically.
But the devilgra.s.s had outdone itself and made my antic.i.p.ations foolish.
It waved a green crest higher than the crowd--a crowd three times the size of yesterday"s and increasing rapidly. All the scars inflicted on it, the indignities of scythe and mower, were covered by a new and even more prodigious stand which made all its former growth appear puny. Bold and insolent, it had repaired the hackedout areas and risen to such a height that, except for a narrow strip at the top, all the windows of the d.i.n.kman house were smothered. Of the garage, only the roof, islanded and bewildered, was visible, apparently resting on a solid foundation of devilgra.s.s. It sprawled kittenishly, its deceptive softness faintly suggesting fur; at once playful and destructive. My optimism of the night before was dashed; this voracious growth wasnt going to dwindle away of itself. It would have to be killed, rooted out.
Now the d.i.n.kman lawn wasnt continuous with its neighbors, but, until now, had been set off by chesthigh hedges. The day before these had contained and defined the growth, but, overwhelming them in the night, the gra.s.s had swept across and invaded the neat, civilized plots behind, blurring sharply cut edges, curiously investigating flowerbeds, barbarously strangling shapely bushes.
But these werent the ravages which upset me; it was reasonable if not entirely comfortable to see shrubbery, plants and blossoms swallowed up.
Work of men"s hands they may be, but they bear the imprimatur of nature.
The cement sidewalk, however, was pure artifice, stamped with the trademark of man. Indignity and defeat were symbolized by its overrunning; it was an arrogant defiance, an outrageous challenge offered to every man happening by. But the gra.s.s was not satisfied with this irreverence: it was already making demands on curbing and gutter.
"Junior, youve got a story now. W R fired three copyboys and a proofreader he was so mad at himself. Here." Jacson Gootes made a pa.s.s in the air, simulated astonishment at the twentydollar bill which appeared miraculously between his fingers and put it in my hand.
"Thank you," I replied coolly. "Just what is this for?"
"Faith, me boy, such innocence Ive never seen since I left the old sod.
Tis but a little token of esteem from himself, to repay you for the trouble of leading me to your scientist, your Frankenstein, your Burbank. Lead on, my boy. And make it snappy, brother," he added, "because Ive got to be back here for the rescue."
"Rescue?"
"Yeah. People in the house." He consulted a sc.r.a.p of paper. "Pinkman--"
"d.i.n.kman."
"d.i.n.kman. Yeah--thanks--no idea how sensitive people are when you get their names wrong. d.i.n.kmans phoned the firedepartment. Can"t get out.
Rescue any minute--got to cover that--imperative--TRAPPED IN HOME BY FREAK LAWN--and nail down your scientist at the same time."
I was very anxious myself to see what would happen here so I suggested, since I could take him to the discoverer of the Metamorphizer any time, that we"d better stay and get the d.i.n.kman story first. With overenthusiastic praise of my acuteness, he agreed and began practicing his sleightofhand tricks to the great pleasure of some children, the same ones, I suspect, who had plagued me when I was spraying the lawn.
His performance was terminated by the rapidly approaching firesiren. The crowd seemed of several minds about the purpose of the red truck squealing around the corner to a stop. Some, like Gootes, had heard the d.i.n.kmans were indeed trapped in the house; others declared the firemen had come to cut away the gra.s.s onceandforall; still others held the loud opinion that the swift growth had generated a spontaneous combustion.
But having made their abrupt face-in-the-ground halt, the truck (or rather the firemen on it) anticlimactically did nothing at all. Helmeted and accoutered, ready for instant action, they relaxed contentedly against the engine, oblivious of gra.s.s, bystanders, or presumable emergency. Gootes strolled over to inquire the cause of their indolence.
"Waiting for the chief," he was informed. Thereupon he borrowed a helmet (possibly on the strength of his presscard) and proceeded to pull from it such a variety of objects that he received the final accolade from several of his audience when they told him admiringly he ought to be on the stage.
The bystanders were not seduced by this entertainment into approval of the firemen"s idleness and inquired sarcastically why they had left their cots behind or if they thought they were still on WPA? The men remained impervious until the chief jumped out of his red roadster and surveyed the scene napoleonically. "Thought somebody was pulling a rib,"
he explained to no one in particular. "All right, boys, there"s folks in that house--let"s get them out."
Carrying a ladder the men plunged toward the house. Their boots trod the sprawling runners heavily, spurning and crushing them carelessly. The gra.s.s responded by flowing back like water, sloshing over ankles and lapping at calves, thoroughly entangling and impeding progress. Panting and struggling the firemen penetrated only a short way into the ma.s.s before they were slowed almost to a standstill. From the sidelines it seemed as though they were wrestling with an invisible octopus. Feet were lifted high, but never free of the twining vegetation; the ladder was pulled angrily forward, but the clutch of the gra.s.s upon it became firmer with every tug.
At length they were halted, although their efforts still gave an appearance of advance. Thrashing and wrenching they urged themselves and the now burdensome ladder against the invincible wall. The only result was to give the illusion they were burying themselves in the clutching tentacles. Exertions dwindled; the struggle grew less intense; then they retreated, fighting their way out of the enveloping ma.s.s in a panic of desperation, abandoning the ladder.
The chief surveyed them with less than approbation. "Cut your way in,"
he ordered. "You guys think those axes are only to bust up furniture with?"
Obediently, wedges of bright steel flashed against the green wall.
"Impatiently I await the rescue of fair d.i.n.kmans from this enchanted keep," murmured Gootes, vainly trying to balance his pipe on the back of his hand.
It looked as though he would have to contain his impatience for some time. The firemen slashed unenthusiastically at the gra.s.s, which gave way only grudgingly and by inches. Halfanhour later they triumphantly dragged out the abandoned ladder. "Stuff"s like rubber--bounds back instead of cutting."
"Yeah. And in the meantime those people been telephoning again. Want to know what the delay is. Want to know what they pay taxes for. Threaten to sue the city."
"Let"m sue. Long as theyre in there they can"t collect."