"Somewhat sizzling, Comrade Jackson," admitted Psmith. "They have, however, unfortunately cost us a fighting editor."
"How"s that?"
"Such is the boost we have given Comrade Brady, that he is now never without a match. He has had to leave us to-day to go to White Plains to train for an encounter with a certain Mr. Wood, a four-ounce-glove juggler of established fame."
"I expect you need a fighting editor, don"t you?"
"He is indispensable, Comrade Jackson, indispensable."
"No rotting. Has anybody cut up rough about the stuff you"ve printed?"
"Cut up rough? Gadzooks! I need merely say that one critical reader put a bullet through my hat--"
"Rot! Not really?"
"While others kept me tree"d on top of a roof for the s.p.a.ce of nearly an hour. a.s.suredly they have cut up rough, Comrade Jackson."
"Great Scott! Tell us."
Psmith briefly recounted the adventures of the past few weeks.
"But, man," said Mike, when he had finished "why on earth don"t you call in the police?"
"We have mentioned the matter to certain of the force. They appeared tolerably interested, but showed no tendency to leap excitedly to our a.s.sistance. The New York policeman, Comrade Jackson, like all great men, is somewhat peculiar. If you go to a New York policeman and exhibit a black eye, he will examine it and express some admiration for the abilities of the citizen responsible for the same. If you press the matter, he becomes bored, and says, "Ain"t youse satisfied with what youse got?
G"wan!" His advice in such cases is good, and should be followed.
No; since coming to this city I have developed a habit of taking care of myself, or employing private help. That is why I should like you, if you will, to come with me to call upon Comrade Jarvis.
He is a person of considerable influence among that section of the populace which is endeavouring to smash in our occiputs. Indeed, I know of n.o.body who cuts a greater quant.i.ty of ice. If I can only enlist Comrade Jarvis"s a.s.sistance, all will be well. If you are through with your refreshment, shall we be moving in his direction?
By the way, it will probably be necessary in the course of our interview to allude to you as one of our most eminent living cat-fanciers. You do not object? Remember that you have in your English home seventy-four fine cats, mostly Angoras. Are you on to that? Then let us be going. Comrade Maloney has given me the address. It is a goodish step down on the East side. I should like to take a taxi, but it might seem ostentatious. Let us walk."
They found Mr. Jarvis in his Groome Street fancier"s shop, engaged in the intellectual occupation of greasing a cat"s paws with b.u.t.ter.
He looked up as they entered, and began to breathe a melody with a certain coyness.
"Comrade Jarvis," said Psmith, "we meet again. You remember me?"
"Nope," said Mr. Jarvis, pausing for a moment in the middle of a bar, and then taking up the air where he had left off. Psmith was not discouraged.
"Ah," he said tolerantly, "the fierce rush of New York life. How it wipes from the retina of to-day the image impressed on it but yesterday. Are you with me, Comrade Jarvis?"
The cat-expert concentrated himself on the cat"s paws without replying.
"A fine animal," said Psmith, adjusting his eyegla.s.s. "To which particular family of the Felis Domestica does that belong? In colour it resembles a Neapolitan ice more than anything."
Mr. Jarvis"s manner became unfriendly.
"Say, what do youse want? That"s straight ain"t it? If youse want to buy a boid or a snake why don"t youse say so?"
"I stand corrected," said Psmith. "I should have remembered that time is money. I called in here partly on the strength of being a colleague and side-partner of Comrade Windsor--"
"Mr. Windsor! De gent what caught my cat?"
"The same--and partly in order that I might make two very eminent cat-fanciers acquainted. This," he said, with a wave of his hand in the direction of the silently protesting Mike, "is Comrade Jackson, possibly the best known of our English cat-fanciers.
Comrade Jackson"s stud of Angoras is celebrated wherever the King"s English is spoken, and in Hoxton."
Mr. Jarvis rose, and, having inspected Mike with silent admiration for a while, extended a well-b.u.t.tered hand towards him. Psmith looked on benevolently.
"What Comrade Jackson does not know about cats," he said, "is not knowledge. His information on Angoras alone would fill a volume."
"Say,"--Mr. Jarvis was evidently touching on a point which had weighed deeply upon him--"why"s catnip called catnip?"
Mike looked at Psmith helplessly. It sounded like a riddle, but it was obvious that Mr. Jarvis"s motive in putting the question was not frivolous. He really wished to know.
"The word, as Comrade Jackson was just about to observe," said Psmith, "is a corruption of cat-mint. Why it should be so corrupted I do not know. But what of that? The subject is too deep to be gone fully into at the moment. I should recommend you to read Comrade Jackson"s little brochure on the matter. Pa.s.sing lightly on from that--"
"Did youse ever have a cat dat ate beetles?" inquired Mr. Jarvis.
"There was a time when many of Comrade Jackson"s felidae supported life almost entirely on beetles."
"Did they git thin?"
Mike felt that it was time, if he was to preserve his reputation, to a.s.sert himself.
"No," he replied firmly.
Mr. Jarvis looked astonished.
"English beetles," said Psmith, "don"t make cats thin. Pa.s.sing lightly--"
"I had a cat oncest," said Mr. Jarvis, ignoring the remark and sticking to his point, "dat ate beetles and got thin and used to tie itself into knots."
"A versatile animal," agreed Psmith.
"Say," Mr. Jarvis went on, now plainly on a subject near to his heart, "dem beetles is fierce. Sure. Can"t keep de cats off of eatin" dem, I can"t. First t"ing you know dey"ve swallowed dem, and den dey gits thin and ties theirselves into knots."
"You should put them into strait-waistcoats," said Psmith.
"Pa.s.sing, however, lightly--"
"Say, ever have a cross-eyed cat?"
"Comrade Jackson"s cats," said Psmith, "have happily been almost free from strabismus."
"Dey"s lucky, cross-eyed cats is. You has a cross-eyed cat, and not"in" don"t never go wrong. But, say, was dere ever a cat wit one blue eye and one yaller one in your bunch? Gum, it"s fierce when it"s like dat. It"s a real skiddoo, is a cat wit one blue eye and one yaller one. Puts you in bad, surest t"ing you know. Oncest a guy give me a cat like dat, and first t"ing you know I"m in bad all round. It wasn"t till I give him away to de cop on de corner and gets me one dat"s cross-eyed dat I lifts de skiddoo off of me."
"And what happened to the cop?" inquired Psmith, interested.
"Oh, he got in bad, sure enough," said Mr. Jarvis without emotion.
"One of de boys what he"d pinched and had sent to de Island once lays for him and puts one over him wit a black-jack. Sure. Dat"s what comes of havin" a cat wit one blue eye and one yaller one."