"Thanks," said Adair. "You don"t happen to know if he"s in, I suppose?"
"He went up with Smith a quarter of an hour ago. I don"t know if he"s still there."
"I"ll go and see," said Adair. "I should like a word with him if he isn"t busy."
25
ADAIR HAS A WORD WITH MIKE
Mike, all unconscious of the stirring proceedings which had been going on below stairs, was peacefully reading a letter he had received that morning from Strachan at Wrykyn, in which the successor to the cricket captaincy which should have been Mike"s had a good deal to say in a lugubrious strain. In Mike"s absence things had been going badly with Wrykyn. A broken arm, contracted in the course of some rash experiments with a day boy"s motor bicycle, had deprived the team of the services of Dunstable, the only man who had shown any signs of being able to bowl a side out. Since this calamity, wrote Strachan, everything had gone wrong. The M.C.C., led by Mike"s brother Reggie, the least of the three first-cla.s.s cricketing Jacksons, had smashed them by a hundred and fifty runs. Geddington had wiped them off the face of the earth. The Incogs, with a team recruited exclusively from the rabbit hutch--not a well-known man on the side except Stacey, a veteran who had been playing for the club for nearly half a century--had got home by two wickets. In fact, it was Strachan"s opinion that the Wrykyn team that summer was about the most hopeless gang of deadbeats that had ever made exhibition of itself on the school grounds. The Ripton match, fortunately, was off, owing to an outbreak of mumps at that shrine of learning and athletics--the second outbreak of the malady in two terms. Which, said Strachan, was hard lines on Ripton, but a bit of jolly good luck for Wrykyn, as it had saved them from what would probably have been a record hammering, Ripton having eight of their last year"s team left, including Dixon, the fast bowler, against whom Mike alone of the Wrykyn team had been able to make runs in the previous season. Altogether, Wrykyn had struck a bad patch.
Mike mourned over his suffering school. If only he could have been there to help. It might have made all the difference. In school cricket one good batsman, to go in first and knock the bowlers off their length, may take a weak team triumphantly through a season. In school cricket the importance of a good start for the first wicket is incalculable.
As he put Strachan"s letter away in his pocket, all his old bitterness against Sedleigh, which had been ebbing during the past few days, returned with a rush. He was conscious once more of that feeling of personal injury which had made him hate his new school on the first day of term.
And it was at this point, when his resentment was at its height, that Adair, the concrete representative of everything Sedleighan, entered the room.
There are moments in life"s placid course when there has got to be the biggest kind of row. This was one of them.
Psmith, who was leaning against the mantelpiece, reading the serial story in a daily paper which he had abstracted from the senior day room, made the intruder free of the study with a dignified wave of the hand, and went on reading. Mike remained in the deck chair in which he was sitting, and contented himself with glaring at the newcomer.
Psmith was the first to speak.
"If you ask my candid opinion," he said, looking up from his paper, "I should say that young Lord Antony Trefusis was in the soup already. I seem to see the consomme splashing about his ankles. He"s had a note telling him to be under the oak tree in the Park at midnight. He"s just off there at the end of this installment. I bet Long Jack, the poacher, is waiting there with a sandbag. Care to see the paper, Comrade Adair?
Or don"t you take any interest in contemporary literature?"
"Thanks," said Adair. "I just wanted to speak to Jackson for a minute."
"Fate," said Psmith, "has led your footsteps to the right place. This is Comrade Jackson, the Pride of the School, sitting before you."
"What do you want?" said Mike.
He suspected that Adair had come to ask him once again to play for the school. The fact that the M.C.C. match was on the following day made this a probable solution of the reason for his visit. He could think of no other errand that was likely to have set the head of Downing"s paying afternoon calls.
"I"ll tell you in a minute. It won"t take long."
"That," said Psmith approvingly, "is right. Speed is the keynote of the present age. Prompt.i.tude. Dispatch. This is no time for loitering. We must be strenuous. We must hustle. We must Do It Now. We--"
"Buck up," said Mike.
"Certainly," said Adair. "I"ve just been talking to Stone and Robinson."
"An excellent way of pa.s.sing an idle half hour," said Psmith.
"We weren"t exactly idle," said Adair grimly. "It didn"t last long, but it was pretty lively while it did. Stone chucked it after the first round."
Mike got up out of his chair. He could not quite follow what all this was about, but there was no mistaking the truculence of Adair"s manner.
For some reason, which might possibly be made clear later, Adair was looking for trouble, and Mike in his present mood felt that it would be a privilege to see that he got it.
Psmith was regarding Adair through his eyegla.s.s with pain and surprise.
"Surely," he said, "you do not mean us to understand that you have been _brawling_ with Comrade Stone! This is bad hearing. I thought that you and he were like brothers. Such a bad example for Comrade Robinson, too.
Leave us, Adair. We would brood. "Oh, go thee, knave, I"ll none of thee." Shakespeare."
Psmith turned away, and resting his elbows on the mantelpiece, gazed at himself mournfully in the looking gla.s.s.
"I"m not the man I was," he sighed, after a prolonged inspection. "There are lines on my face, dark circles beneath my eyes. The fierce rush of life at Sedleigh is wasting me away."
"Stone and I had a discussion about early-morning fielding practice,"
said Adair, turning to Mike.
Mike said nothing.
"I thought his fielding wanted working up a bit, so I told him to turn out at six tomorrow morning. He said he wouldn"t, so we argued it out.
He"s going to all right. So is Robinson."
Mike remained silent.
"So are you," said Adair.
"I get thinner and thinner," said Psmith from the mantelpiece.
Mike looked at Adair, and Adair looked at Mike, after the manner of two dogs before they fly at one another. There was an electric silence in the study. Psmith peered with increased earnestness into the gla.s.s.
"Oh?" said Mike at last. "What makes you think that?"
"I don"t think. I know."
"Any special reason for my turning out?"
"Yes."
"What"s that?"
"You"re going to play for the school against the M.C.C. tomorrow, and I want you to get some practice."
"I wonder how you got that idea!"
"Curious I should have done, isn"t it?"
"Very. You aren"t building on it much, are you?" said Mike politely.
"I am, rather," replied Adair, with equal courtesy.
"I"m afraid you"ll be disappointed."