"No, my boy! Mustn"t go out again to-night. M.P."s"ll catch you. I"ll get you to bed without anybody knowing. Mustn"t "sturb my wife, though.
Mustn"t make any noise." And, adding force to persuasion, he got his arms around Quin and backed him so suddenly against the wall that they both took an unexpected seat on the floor.
At this inopportune moment a door opened and a delicate blonde lady in a pink kimono, followed by an inquisitive poodle, peered anxiously out.
""S perfectly all right, darling!" rea.s.sured the nethermost figure blithely. "Sholdier friend"s had a little too much champagne. Bringing him in so"s won"t be "rested. Nicest kind of chap. Perfectly harmless!"
Quin scrambled to his feet and exchanged an understanding look with the lady in the doorway.
"I found him down at the corner. Does he belong here?" he asked. And, upon being informed sorrowfully that he did, he added obligingly, "Don"t you want me to bring him in for you?"
"Will you?" said the lady in grateful agitation. "The maids are both out, and I can"t handle him by myself. Would you mind bringing him into his bedroom?"
Quin succeeded in detaching an affectionate arm from his right leg and, getting his patient up, piloted him into the apartment.
"I"d just as leave put him to bed for you if you like?" he offered, noting the nervousness of the lady, who was fluttering about like a distracted b.u.t.terfly.
"Oh, would you?" she asked. "It would help me immensely. If he isn"t put to bed he is sure to want to go out again."
"Shure to!" heartily agreed the object of their solicitude. "Leave him to me, darling. I"ll hide his uniform so"s he can"t go out. Be a good girl, run along--I"ll take care of him."
Thus left to each other, a satisfactory compromise was effected by which the host agreed to be undressed and put to bed, provided Quin would later submit to the same treatment. It was not the first time Quin had thus a.s.sisted a brother in misfortune, but he had never before had to do with gold b.u.t.tons and jeweled cuff-links, to say nothing of silk underwear and sky-blue pajamas. Being on the eve of adopting civilian clothes for the first time in two years, he took a lively interest in every detail of his patient"s attire, from the modish cut of his coat to the smart pattern of his necktie.
The bibulous one, who up to the present had regarded the affair as humorous, now began to be lachrymose, and by the time Quin got him into the rose-draped bed he was in a state of deep dejection.
"My mother loves me," he a.s.sured Quin tearfully. "Gives me everything. I don"t mean to be ungrateful. But I can"t go on in the firm. Bangs is dishonest, but she won"t believe it. She thinks I don"t know. They both think I"m a cipher. I _am_ a cipher. But they"ve made me one. Get so discouraged, then go break over like this. Promised Flo never would take another drink. But it"s no use. Can"t help myself. I"m done for. Just a cipher, a cipher, a ci----"
Quin standing by the bed waiting for him to get through adding noughts to his opinion of himself, suddenly leaned forward and examined the picture that hung above the table. It was of an imperial old lady in black velvet, with a string of pearls about her throat and a tiara on her towering white pompadour. His glance swept from the photograph to the flushed face with the tragic eyes on the pillow, and he seemed to hear a querulous old voice repeating: "Ranny--I want Ranny. Why don"t they send for Ranny?"
With two strides he was at the door.
"Are you Mrs. Randolph Bartlett?" he asked of the lady who was nervously pacing the hall.
"Yes; why?"
"Because they sent me after him. It"s his mother, you see--she"s hurt."
"Madam Bartlett? What"s happened?"
"She fell down the steps and broke her leg."
"How terrible! But she mustn"t know about him," cried Mrs. Ranny in instant alarm. "It always makes her furious when he breaks over; and yet, she is to blame--she drives him to it."
"How do you mean?" asked Quin, plunging into the situation with his usual temerity.
"I mean that she has dominated him, soul and body, ever since he was born!" cried Mrs. Ranny pa.s.sionately. "She has forced him to stay in the business when every detail of it is distasteful to him. His life is a perfect h.e.l.l there under Mr. Bangs. He ought to have an outdoor life. He loves animals--he ought to be on a ranch." She pulled herself up with an effort. "Forgive me for going into all this before a stranger, but I am almost beside myself. Of course I am sorry for Madam Bartlett, but what can I do? You can see for yourself that my husband is in no condition to go to her."
"Can"t you say he"s sick?"
"She wouldn"t believe it. She"s suspicious of everything I do and say. Do you _have_ to take back an answer?"
"I told the old lady I"d find him for her. You see, I"m a--sort of a friend of Miss Eleanor"s."
Under ordinary circ.u.mstances Mrs. Ranny would have been the last to accept this without an explanation; but there were too many other problems pressing for her to worry about this one.
"I wonder how it would do," she said, "for you to telephone that we are both out of town for the night, spending the week-end in the country?"
"I guess one lie is as good as another," said Quin ruefully. He was getting involved deeper than he liked, but there seemed no other way out.
"I"ll telephone from the drug-store. Anything else I can do for you?"
"You have been so kind, I hate to ask another favor."
"Let"s have it," said Quin.
"Would you by any chance have time to leave a package of papers at Bartlett & Bangs" for me the first thing in the morning? Mr. Bangs has been telephoning me about them all day, and I"ve been nearly distracted, because my husband had them in his pocket and I did not know where he was."
"Wait a minute," said Quin, going back into the bedroom. "Are these the ones?"
"Yes. They must be very important; that"s why I am afraid to intrust them to my maid. Be sure to take them to Mr. Bangs himself, and if he asks any questions----" She caught her trembling lip between her teeth and tried to force back the tears.
"Don"t you worry!" cried Quin. "I"ll make it all right with him. You drink a gla.s.s of hot milk or something, and go to bed."
She looked up at him gratefully. "I don"t know your name," she said, "but I certainly appreciate your kindness to me to-night. I wish you would come back some time and let us thank you----"
"Oh, that"s all o.k.," said Quin, turning to the door in sudden embarra.s.sment. Then he discovered that he was trying to shake hands and hold his cap with the same hand, and in his confusion he slipped on the hard-wood floor, and achieved an exit that was scarcely more dignified than his entrance a half-hour before.
CHAPTER 9
The news that Quin had broken through the Bartlett barrage afforded great amus.e.m.e.nt to the Martels at breakfast next morning. Of course they were sympathetic over Madam Bartlett"s accident--the Martels" sympathy was always on tap for friend or foe,--but that did not interfere with a frank enjoyment of Quin"s spirited account of her high-handed treatment of the family, especially the incident of the smelling salts.
"She ought to belong to the Tank Brigade," said Rose. ""Treat "em rough"
is her motto."
"I like the old girl, though," said Quin disrespectfully, "she"s got so much pep. And talk about your nerve! You should have seen her set her jaw when I put the splint on!"
"Is the house very grand?" asked Myrna, hungering for luxurious details.
"No," Ca.s.s broke in scornfully. "I been in the hall twice. It looks like a museum--big pictures and statuary, and everything dark and gloomy."
"Yes, and Miss Isobel and Miss Enid are the mummies," added Rose. "The only nice one in the bunch besides Nell is Mr. Ranny, and he is hardly ever sober."
"Well, I wouldn"t be, either," said Ca.s.s, "if I"d been held down like he has all his life. The Bartlett estate was left in trust to the old lady, and she holds the purse-strings and has the say-so about everything."
Quin refrained from mentioning the fact that he had also met Mr. Ranny.
It was a point to his credit, for the story would have been received with hilarity, and he particularly enjoyed making Rose laugh.