But Mr. Gubb was already moving to the door. He heard Miss Petunia"s voice calling Mrs. Canterby, and coming nearer and nearer, and he fled.
At Higgins"s book-store he stopped and asked to see a copy of "Weldon Shirmer," and turned to page fourteen. ""Fate,"" ran the first full sentence, ""has decreed that you wed a solver of mysteries."" Mr. Gubb shivered. This was the mysterious pa.s.sage Miss Scroggs had meant to bring to his eyes in an impressive manner. He was sure of one thing: whatever Fate had decreed in the case of the heroine of "Weldon Shirmer," Philo Gubb had no intention of allowing Fate to decree that one particular Correspondence School solver of mysteries should marry Miss Petunia Scroggs. He hurried to his office.
At the office door he paused to take his key from his pocket, but when he tried it in the lock he found the door had been left unlocked and he opened the door hastily and hurried inside. Miss Petunia Scroggs was sitting in his desk-chair, a winning smile on her lips and "Myra"s Lover, or The Hidden Secret," in her lap.
"Dear, wonderful Mr. Gubb!" she said sweetly. "It was just as you said it would be. Here is the book Mrs. Canterby loaned me."
For a moment Mr. Gubb stood like a flamingo fascinated by a serpent.
"You detectives are such wonderful men!" cooed Miss Petunia. "You live such thrilling lives! Ah, me!" she sighed. "When I think of how n.o.ble and how strong and how protective such as you are--"
Mr. Gubb kept his bird-like eyes fixed on Miss Petunia"s face, but he pawed behind himself for the door. He felt his hand touch the k.n.o.b.
"And when I think of how helpless and alone I am," said Miss Petunia, rising from her chair, "although I have ample money in the bank--"
_Bang!_ slammed the door behind Mr. Gubb. _Click!_ went the lock as he turned the key. His feet hurried to the stairs and down to the nearest street almost falling over Silas Washington, seated on the lowest step. The little negro looked up in surprise.
"Do you want to earn half a dollar?" asked Mr. Gubb hastily.
""Co"se Ah do," said Silas Washington. "What you want Ah shu"d do fo"
it?"
"Wait a portion of time where you are," said Mr. Gubb, "and when you hear a sound of noise upstairs, go up and unlock Mister Philo Gubb, Deteckative, his door, and let out the lady."
"Ya.s.sah!" said Silas.
"And when you let her exit out of the room," said Mr. Gubb, "say to her: "Mister Gubb gives up the case." Understand?"
"Ya.s.sah!"
"Yes," said Mr. Gubb, and he glanced up and down the street. "And say "--because it don"t make no particle bit of difference who the lady is, Mister Gubb wouldn"t marry n.o.body at no time of his life.""
"Ya.s.sah!" said the little negro.
THE HALF OF A THOUSAND
Philo Gubb sat in his office in the Opera House Block with a large green volume open on his knees, reading a paragraph of some ten lines.
He had read this paragraph twenty times before, but he never tired of reading it. It began began--
_Gubb, Philo._ Detective and decorator, _b._ Higginsville, Ia., June 26, 1868. Educated Higginsville, Ia., primary schools. Entered decorating profession, 1888. Graduated with honors, Rising Sun Detective Agency"s Correspondence School of Detecting, 1910.
He hoped that some day this short record of his life might be lengthened by at least one line, which would say that he had "_m_.
Syrilla Medderbrook," and since his escape from Petunia Scroggs and her wiles, and the latest telegram from Syrilla, he had reason for the hope. As Mr. Gubb had not tried to collect the one hundred dollars due him from Miss Scroggs, he had nothing with which to pay Mr.
Medderbrook more on account of the Utterly Hopeless mining stock, but under his agreement with Mr. Medderbrook he had paid that gentleman thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents for the last telegram from Syrilla. This had read:--
Joy and rapture! Have given up all forms of food. Have given up spaghetti, fried rabbit, truffles, brown betty, prunes, goulash, welsh rabbit, hoecake, sauerkraut, Philadelphia sc.r.a.pple, haggis, chop suey, and mush. Have lost one hundred and fifty pounds more. Weigh seven hundred forty-five. Going down every hour. Kiss Gubby for me.
Mr. Gubb, therefore, mused pleasantly as he read the book that contained the short but interesting reference to himself.
The book with the green cover was "Iowa"s Prominent Citizens," sixth edition, and was a sort of local, or state, "Who"s Who." In its pages, for the first time, Philo Gubb appeared, and he took great delight in reading there how great he was. We all do. We are never so sure we are great as when we read it in print.
It is always comforting to a great man to be rea.s.sured that he was "_b._ Dobbinsville, Ia., 1869," that he "_m._ Jane, dau. of Oscar and Siluria Botts, 1897," and that he is not yet "_d._" There are some of us who are never sure we are not "_d._" except when we see our names in the current volume of "Who"s Who," "Who"s It," or "Iowa"s Prominent Citizens."
Outside Philo Gubb"s door a man was standing, studying that part of "Iowa"s Prominent Citizens" devoted to the town of Riverbank. The man was not as young as he appeared to be. His garments were of a youthful cut and cloth, being of the sort generally known as "College Youth Style," but they were themselves no longer youthful. In fact, the man looked seedy.
Notwithstanding this he had an air--a something--that attracted and held the attention. A cane gave some of it. The extreme good style of his Panama hat gave some of it. His carriage and the gold-rimmed eyegla.s.ses with the black silk neck-ribbon gave still more. When, however, he removed his hat, one saw that he was partly bald and that his reddish hair was combed carefully to cover the bald spot.
The book in his hand was a small memorandum book, and in this he had pasted the various notices cut from "Iowa"s Prominent Citizens" and one--only--cut from "Who"s Who," relating to citizens of Riverbank. He had done this for convenience as well as for safety, for thus he had all the Riverbank prominents in compact form, and avoided the necessity of carrying "Iowa"s Prominent Citizens" and "Who"s Who"
about with him. That would have been more or less dangerous.
Particularly so, since he had been exposed by the New York "Sun" as The Bald Impostor.
The Bald Impostor, to explain him briefly, was a professional relative. He was the greatest son-cousin-nephew in the United States, and always he was the son, cousin, or nephew of one of the great, of one of the great mentioned in "Who"s Who." He was as variable as a chameleon. Sometimes he was a son, cousin, or nephew of some one beginning with _A_, and sometimes of some one beginning with _Z_, but usually of some one with about twelve to fourteen lines in "Who"s Who."
The great theory he had established and which was the basis of all his operations was this: "Every Who"s Who is proud of every other Who"s Who," and "No Who"s Who can refuse the son, cousin, or nephew of any other Who"s Who five dollars when asked for one dollar and eighty cents."
The Bald Impostor"s operation was simple in the extreme. He went to Riverbank. He found, let us say, the name of Judge Orley Morvis in "Who"s Who." Then he looked up Chief Justice Ba.s.s...o...b..tes in the latest "Who"s Who," gathered a few facts regarding him from that useful volume, and called on Judge Orley Morvis. Having a judge to impose upon he began by introducing himself as the favorite nephew of Chief Justice Ba.s.s...o...b..tes.
"Being in town," he would say, when the Judge was mellowed by the thought that a nephew of Ba.s.s...o...b..tes was before him, "I remembered that you were located here. My uncle has often spoken to me of your admirable decision in the Higgins-Hoopmeyer calf case."
The Higgins-Hoopmeyer case is mentioned in "Who"s Who." The Judge can"t help being pleased to learn that Chief Justice Ba.s.s...o...b..tes approved of his decision in the Higgins-Hoopmeyer case.
"My uncle has often regretted that you have never met," says the Bald Impostor. "If he had known I was to be in Riverbank he would have sent his copy of your work, "Liens and Torts," to be autographed."
"Liens and Torts" is the one volume written by Judge Orley Morvis mentioned in "Who"s Who." The Judge becomes mellower than ever.
"Ah, yes!" says the Judge, tickled, "and how is your uncle, may I ask?"
"In excellent health considering his age. You know he is ninety-seven," says the Bald Impostor, having got the "_b._ June 23, 1817" from "Who"s Who." "But his toe still bothers him. A man of his age, you know. Such things heal slowly."
"No! I didn"t hear of that," says the Judge, intensely interested. He is going to get some intimate details.
"Oh, it was quite dreadful!" says the Bald Impostor. "He dropped a volume of c.o.ke on Littleton on it last March--no, it was April, because it was April he spent at my mother"s."
All this is pure invention, and that is where the Bald Impostor leads all others. Even as he invents details of the sore toe, you see, he introduces his mother.
"She was taken sick early in April," he says, and presently he has Dr.
Somebody-Big out of "Who"s Who" attending to the Chief Justice"s sore toe and advising the mother to try the Denver climate. And the next thing the Judge knows the Bald Impostor is telling that he is now on his way back from Denver to Chicago.
So then it comes out. The Bald Impostor sits on the edge of his chair and becomes nervous and perspires. Perspiring is a sure sign a man is unaccustomed to asking a loan, and the Bald Impostor is ent.i.tled to start the first School of Free Perspiring in America. He can perspire in December, when the furnace is out and the windows are open. All his head pores have self-sprinklers or something of the sort. He is as free with beads of perspiration as the early Indian traders were with beads of gla.s.s. He mops them with a white silk handkerchief.
So he perspires, and out comes the cruel admission. He needs just one dollar and eighty cents! As a matter of fact, he has stopped at Riverbank because his uncle had so often spoken of Judge Orley Morvis--and really, one dollar and eighty cents would see him through nicely.
"But, my dear boy!" says the Judge kindly. "The fare is six dollars.
And your meals?"