Now the Kid has been takin" all this stuff in without lettin" a peep out of him and when the stout dame has left, I figured he"d tear right in to the plotters, so I got ready to hold up my end and reached for a chair. But what d"ye think the Kid did? He falls down on a sofa and starts to laugh! On the level, I bet he snickered out loud for a good fifteen minutes and then he gets up and walks to the door without sayin" a single word to either Dan or the professor, after all that stuff he pulled on me at the hotel!
While we"re goin" down in the elevator, Honest Dan tells us that they got a handsome actor who just now is playin" in a show called "Standin"
on the Corners, Waitin" for a Job," and they"re gonna have him get a snake painted on the third finger of his right hand and shoo him up to the stout dame the next day. After he has been welcome homed, Marc Anthony is gonna say that he"s makin" out a check for the professor which throwed them together, and don"t she think she ought to send in somethin" also? When she asks what he thinks would be about right, Marc Anthony is gonna say that he guesses she ought to keep the pen she wrote the check with as a souvenir, but that everything else she had, includin" anything a p.a.w.nbroker would give a ticket on, would do!
I didn"t say nothin" to that, but I was doin" a piece of thinkin" and as soon as we got our feet on Fifth Avenue again, I let go. I told the Kid what I thought of his friend Honest Dan in language that Billy Sunday could have been proud of. When I got through with Dan, I took up the professor and give him a play. I said it was my belief that a couple of safety-first crooks, who would deliberate trim a simple old stout dame out of her dough in that coa.r.s.e manner, should be taken up to the Metropolitan tower and eased off.
The Kid just grins and starts hummin" under his breath.
By this time I had worked myself up to such a pitch that my goat was chasin" madly about the streets, and to have the Kid act that way was about all I needed. I carefully explained to him just how many kinds of a big, yellah tramp he was, to let the professor crab him with Miss Vincent and get away with it clean. I showed him where he should have at least bent a chair over that guy"s head, if he was a real gentleman whose honor had been trifled with and not a four flushin" false alarm.
"Gobs of generous Gazoopis!" he snickers at me when I get through.
"Our employees is all new, noisy and Norwegians!"
They was a queer look in his eye, and I figured he must have slipped out in the mornin" at that and dug up a place where prohibition hadn"t carried. I stopped right in the middle of the traffic and told him I was goin" up to the Fritz-Charlton the next mornin" and tip the stout dame off, if it was the last thing I did.
He just grins!
The next mornin" I beat it up to Cleopatra"s hotel, and, after I have waited an hour, she sends a maid down to see me. The maid tells me to spread my hands out flat on a little table that"s standin" there and she examines every finger like a sure enough mechanic looks over a second-hand automobile he"s gonna buy to hack with. Finally, she throws my hands down with a disappointed look and her shoulders begins one of them hula dances.
"_Viola_!" she remarks. "That leetle snake, he is not there! Madame she is not at home--away wit" you!"
Well, I figures I did what _I_ could, so I breezed out and left Cleopatra flat.
Failin" to locate the Kid anywheres, I went on down to the studio and walk right in on the professor and Honest Dan givin" Marc Anthony a dress rehearsal. He was a handsome guy, all right, sickenin"ly so, with one of them soft, mushy faces and wavin" blonde hair. He"s had the snake tattooed on his finger, like the part called for, and the way he carries on about how he"s gonna give the stout dame the work makes me foam at the mouth. My once favorably known left had all it could do to keep from bouncin" off his chin! Finally, they start him away and Honest Dan tells me how they got it framed up for him to meet Cleopatra. He was to go to the Fritz-Charlton and send up a card that claimed he was the editor of "Society Seethings," and when she comes down to see him, he was to ask her what was her plans for the winter season and a lot of bunk like that. In no way was he to make a crack about bein" Marc Anthony--that would be too raw, but as he was leavin"
he was to carelessly let her see that snake on his finger. That was all!
They knowed Cleopatra would do the rest.
I couldn"t stand no more, so I hustled back to our hotel, and the minute I get in, the clerk tells me the Kid has been chasin" around lookin" for me all morning so I beat it right up to our suite. The Kid is doin" his road work by canterin" around the room when I come in, and he rushes over and grabs me by the arm.
"When are them yeggmen gonna send Marc Anthony up to Cleopatra?" he demands, all excited.
"He just left a few minutes ago!" I tells him. "Why?"
The Kid gives a yell and jumps over to the door leadin" to our sittin"-room, yankin" it open with one jerk. I thought I"d pa.s.s away when I got a flash at what was inside. They was about twenty of the roughest lookin" guys I ever seen in my life, all dolled up in new suits, shoes and hats. Some of them I recognized as ex-heavy-weights, they was a few strikin" longsh.o.r.emen, a fair sprinklin" of East Side gunmen and here and there what had pa.s.sed for a actor in the tanks.
"Some layout, eh?" pipes the Kid, rubbin" his hands together. "It took me all mornin" and nearly three hundred bucks to rib them guys up, but they"re all desperate, darin" and dolled up!"
"What the--what"s the big idea?" I gasps.
"Hold up your hands!" roars the Kid at his rough and readys.
They did--and I got it!
Each and every one of them guys had a snake tattooed on the third finger of his right hand!
The Kid had probably put in the mornin" rehearsin" "em, because all he had to say now was, "Go to it!" and they beat it. He told me they was all goin" up to the Fritz-Charlton and ask for the stout dame at three minute intervals, show their right hand and claim they was Marc Anthony!
"If that don"t show the stout dame that the professor is the bunk and if she don"t let out a moan that"ll be plainly heard at police headquarters, I"ll make Dan a present of the five thousand he took me for!" says the Kid.
In about a hour the telephone begins to ring and I answers it. When the ravin" maniac on the other end of the wire got to where he could control the English language, I found out it was no less than Honest Dan. The main thing he said was for us to come down to the Temple of the Inner Star right away, because him and the professor has got in a terrible jam. We hopped in a taxi and did like he said. Honest Dan is waitin" in the elevator for us, and he looked like the loser in a battle royal. He says the stout dame has just left, and she"s in a terrible state. I could believe that easy, because they is nothin"
more vicious in the land of the free than a enraged come-on. I"d rather face a nervous wildcat than face a angry b.o.o.b!
"Somebody put the bee on us!" howls Honest Dan, wringin" his hands.
"And a truckload of guys went up to the hotel claimin" they was Marc Anthony in voices that disturbed people in China. They throwed the real Marc out on his lily white ear, and seven of "em got pinched for disorderly conduct. I understand they was a melee up there that would make a football game look like chess and the papers is havin" a field day with the thing! We got to grab Cleopatra"s gems and go away from here before the whole plant is uncovered."
"Why," I says, "how are you gonna take the stout dame now? She knows it"s a fake, don"t she?"
"Fake, h.e.l.l!" hollers Dan. "_She thinks it"s on the level_! The only thing that bothers her is which one is the _right_ Marc Anthony. She says two of them had such patrician faces that she thinks some of the Caesars has got mixed up with the lot. She"s gonna put it up to her late husband, and she"s comin" back here any minute to talk with his spirit!" He begins walkin" the floor. "I never seen no dame like that!" he busts out. "She _wants_ to be trimmed! The only thing she seemed to be sore about was the fact that she couldn"t pick out the right Marc Anthony. Now we git the chance of a lifetime to grab a roll when she comes back and we ain"t got no ghost! If I could only get the guy that sent all them Marc Anthonys up there," he winds up with a yell, "I"d make a ghost out of him!"
He never seemed to think the Kid might have done it, because the Kid was the boy that had set him and the professor up in business and why should he crab his own play?
A little electric buzzer makes good while Honest Dan is ravin" away, and Dan, gettin" white, grabs the Kid by the arm and begs him to come to the rescue.
"Jump in that cabinet there!" he whispers to him. "And when this dame asks if you"re Henry, say yes, and tell her the real Marc Anthony is the guy with the blonde hair, and he"s now at the City Hospital.
That"s all you got to say and--"
He shoves the Kid back of the cabinet and me back of a curtain just as Cleopatra blows in with her daughter. Honest Dan tells them to be seated quick, because the professor has just got the spirit of her husband where he"s ready to talk to the reporters. The West Indian hall boys sneak around in the back, rattlin" chains and bangin" on pans. Then Dan reaches back and opens the mechanical bellows, and a blast of cold air comes into the room while a white light flashes over the cabinet.
"Now!" whispers Dan to the stout dame, "speak quick!"
At that minute, Dan looked like a guy with a ticket on a hundred to one shot, watchin" it breeze into the stretch leadin" by by a city block.
"Is--is that you Henery?" squeaks Cleopatra in a tremblin" voice.
They"s a rustle in the cabinet and then _this_ comes out over the top.
"Generous gobs of Gazoopis! Our employees is ready, reckless and Russian. This guy is crooked, crazy and careless. He will take you for your beautiful, bulgin" bankroll and--"
"Why, Henery!" squawks the dame, jumpin" up off the chair.
I heard the well known dull thud on the other side of the cabinet, and I guess it was Professor Parducci fallin" senseless on the floor. I thought Honest Dan had dropped dead from the way he was hung over a sofa.
"Each and every day," goes on the voice in the cabinet, "each and every day we ship a million lovely loaves--"
"Merciful Heavens!" yells the dame. "A sign! Henery, shall I go back?"
"Back is right!" says the voice. "These guys is cheap crooks and they ain"t no Marc Anthony!"
The lights go out and Honest Dan comes to, rushin" over to the stout dame with a million alibis tryin" to be first out of his mouth. I beat it around to the back, but the professor has gone somewheres else while the goin" was fair to medium.
"You have deceived me, you wretch!" screams the stout dame. "You have--"
That"s as far as she got, because right in the middle of it she pulls a faint, and daughter eases her to the floor. The Kid hops out of the cabinet and grabs Honest Dan.
"Beat it, you rat," bawls Scanlan, "before I commit mayhem!"
From the way Honest Dan went out of that room, he must have pa.s.sed Samoa, the first hour!