Septimus

Chapter 17

"See," she said, "let us keep tokens. I"ll keep the head and you the tail.

If ever you want me badly send me the tail, and I"ll come to you from any distance--and if I want you I"ll send you the head."

"I"ll come to you from the ends of the earth," said Septimus.

So he went home a happy man, with his tail in his pocket.

The next morning, about eight o"clock, just as he was sinking into his first sleep, he was awakened through a sudden dream of battle by a series of revolver shots. Wondering whether Wiggleswick had gone mad or was attempting an elaborate and painful mode of suicide, he leaped out of bed and rushed to the landing.

"What"s the matter?"

"h.e.l.lo! You"re up at last!" cried Clem Sypher, appearing at the bottom of the stairs, sprucely attired for the city, and wearing a flower in the b.u.t.tonhole of his overcoat. "I"ve had to break open the front door in order to get in at all, and then I tried shooting the bell for your valet. Can I come up?"

"Do," said Septimus, shivering. "Do you mind if I go back to bed?"

"Do anything, except go to sleep," said Sypher. "Look here. I"m sorry if I disturbed you, but I couldn"t wait. I"m off to the office and heaven knows when I shall be back. I want to talk to you about this."

He sat on the foot of the bed and threw the proofs of the gun book on to Septimus"s body, vaguely outlined beneath the clothes. In the gray November light--Zora"s carefully chosen curtains and blinds had not been drawn--Sypher, pink and shiny, his silk hat (which he wore) a resplendent miracle of valetry, looked an urban yet roseate personification of Dawn. He seemed as eager as Septimus was supine.

"I"ve sat up half the night over this thing," said he, "and I really believe you"ve got it."

"Got what?" asked Septimus.

"_It_. The biggest thing on earth, bar Sypher"s Cure."

"Wait till I"ve worked out my railway carriages," said Septimus.

"Your railway carriages! Good gracious! Haven"t you any sense of what you"re doing? Here you"ve worked out a scheme that may revolutionize naval gunnery, and you talk rot about railway carriages."

"I"m glad you like the book," said Septimus.

"Are you going to publish it?"

"Of course."

"Ask your publisher how much he"ll take to let you off your bargain."

"I"m publishing it at my own expense," said Septimus, in the middle of a yawn.

"And presenting it gratis to the governments of the world?"

"Yes. I might send them copies," said Septimus. "It"s a good idea."

Clem Sypher thrust his hat to the back of his head, and paced the room from the wash-stand past the dressing-table to the wardrobe and back again.

"Well, I"m hanged!" said he.

Septimus asked why.

"I thought I was a philanthropist," said Sypher, "but by the side of you I"m a vulture. Has it not struck you that, if the big gun is what I think, any government on earth would give you what you like to ask for the specification?"

"Really? Do you think they would give me a couple of hundred pounds?" asked Septimus, thinking vaguely of Mordaunt Prince in Naples and his overdrawn banking account. The anxiety of his expression was not lost on Sypher.

"Are you in need of a couple of hundred pounds?" he asked.

"Until my dividends are due. I"ve been speculating, and I"m afraid I haven"t a head for business."

"I"m afraid you haven"t," grinned Sypher, leaning over the footrail of the bed. "Next time you speculate come to me first for advice. Let me be your agent for these guns, will you?"

"I should be delighted," said Septimus, "and for the railway carriages too.

There"s also a motor car I"ve invented which goes by clockwork. You"ve got to wind it by means of a donkey engine. It"s quite simple."

"I should think it would be," said Sypher drily. "But I"ll only take on the guns just for the present."

He drew a check book from one pocket and a fountain pen from another.

"I"ll advance you two hundred pounds for the sole right to deal with the thing on your behalf. My solicitors will send you a doc.u.ment full of verbiage which you had better send off to your solicitor to look through before you sign it. It will be all right. I"m going to take the proofs. Of course this stops publishing," he remarked, looking round from the dressing-table where he was writing the check.

Septimus a.s.sented and took the check wonderingly, remarking that he didn"t in the least know what it was for.

"For the privilege of making your fortune. Good-by," said he. "Don"t get up."

"Good night," said Septimus, and the door having closed behind Clem Sypher, he thrust the check beneath the bedclothes, curled himself up and went to sleep like a dormouse.

CHAPTER VIII

Clem Sypher stood at the front door of Penton Court a day or two afterwards, awaiting his guests and taking the air. The leaves of the oaks that lined the drive fell slowly under the breath of a southwest wind, and joined their sodden brethren on the path. The morning mist still hung around the branches. The sky threatened rain.

A servant came from within the house, bringing a telegram on a tray. Sypher opened it, and his strong, pink face became as overcast as the sky. It was from the London office of the Cure, and contained the information that one of his largest buyers had reduced his usual order by half. The news was depressing. So was the prospect before him, of dripping trees and of evergreens on the lawn trying to make the best of it in forlorn bravery.

Heaven had ordained that the earth should be fair and Sypher"s Cure invincible. Something was curiously wrong in the execution of Heaven"s decrees. He looked again at the preposterous statement, knitting his brow.

Surely this was some base contrivance of the enemy. They had been underselling and outadvertising him for months, and had ousted him from the custom of several large firms already. Something had to be done. As has been remarked before, Sypher was a man of Napoleonic methods. He called for a telegraph form, and wrote as he stood, with the tray as a desk:

"If you can"t buy advertising rights on St. Paul"s Cathedral or Westminster Abbey, secure outside pages of usual dailies for Thursday. Will draw up "ad" myself."

He gave it to the servant, smiled in antic.i.p.ation of the battle, and felt better. When Zora, Emmy, and Septimus appeared at the turn of the drive, he rushed to meet them, beaming with welcome and exuberant in phrase. This was the best housewarming that could be imagined. Just three friends to luncheon--three live people. A gathering of pale-souled folk would have converted the house into a chilly barn. They would warm it with the glow of friendship. Mrs. Middlemist, looking like a rose in June, had already irradiated the wan November garden. Miss Oldrieve he likened to a spring crocus, and Septimus (with a slap on the back) could choose the vegetable he would like to resemble. They must look over the house before lunch.

Afterwards, outside, the great surprise awaited them. What was it? Ah! He turned laughing eyes on them, like a boy.

The great London firm to whom he had entrusted the furniture and decoration had done their splendid worst. The drawing-room had the appearance of an hotel sitting-room trying to look coy. An air of fact.i.tious geniality pervaded the dining-room. An engraving of Frans Hals"s "Laughing Cavalier"

hung with too great a semblance of jollity over the oak sideboard.

Everything was too new, too ordered, too unindividual; but Sypher loved it, especially the high-art wall-paper and restless frieze. Zora, a woman of instinctive taste, who, if she bought a bedroom water-bottle, managed to identify it with her own personality, professed her admiration with a woman"s pitying mendacity, but resolved to change many things for the good of Clem Sypher"s soul. Emmy, still pale and preoccupied, said little. She was not in a mood to appreciate Clem Sypher, whose loud voice and Napoleonic manners jarred upon her nerves. Septimus thought it all prodigiously fine, whereat Emmy waxed sarcastic.

"I wish I could do something for you," he said, heedless of her taunts, during a moment when they were out of earshot of the others. He had already offered to go to Naples and bring back Mordaunt Prince, and had received instant orders not to be a fool. "I wish I could make you laugh again."

"I don"t want to laugh," she replied impatiently. "I want to sit on the floor and howl."

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