"Why not?" says I.
Purdy wa"n"t sure, but he thought he"d take a chance on "em; so we picked out three of the biggest and spottedest ones in the shop, and makes Lefty promise to get "em up there early next forenoon, for Valentine was due to show up by dinner time next night.
On the way back we talks it over some more, and I tries to chirk Purdy up all I could; for every time he thinks of Bombazoula he has a shiverin" fit that nearly knocks him out.
"I could never stand it to go there," says he--"never!"
"Here, here!" says I. "That"s no way to meet a thing like this. What you want to do is to chuck a bluff. Jump right into this reception business with both feet and let on you"re tickled to death with the prospect. Aunty won"t take half the satisfaction in shunting you off to the monkey woods if she thinks you want to go."
Beats all what a little encouragement will do for some folks. By the time Purdy drops me at the Studio he"s feelin" a whole lot better, and is prepared to give Vally the long lost brother grip when he comes.
But I was sorry for Purdy just the same. I could see him, over there at Bombazoula, in a suit of lavender pajamas, tryin" to organise a cotillion with a lot of heavy weight brunettes, wearin" bra.s.s rings in their noses and not much else. And all next day I kept wonderin" if Aunt Isabella"s scheme was really goin" to pan. So, when Purdy rushes in about four o"clock, and wants me to come up and take a look at the layout, I was just about ripe for goin" to see the show.
"But I hope we can shy aunty," says I. "Sometimes I get along with these old battle axes first rate, and then again I don"t; and what little reputation you got left at home I don"t want to queer."
"Oh, that will be all right," says Purdy. "She has heard of you from Pinckney, and she knows about how you helped me to get the snakes."
"Did they fit in?" says I.
"Come up and see," says Purdy.
And it was worth the trip, just to get a view of them rooms. n.o.body but a batty old woman would have ever thought up so many jungle stunts for the second floor of a brownstone front.
"There!" says Purdy. "Isn"t that tropical enough?"
I took a long look. "Well," says I, "I"ve never been farther south than Old Point, but I"ve seen such things pictured out before now, and if I"m any judge, this throws up a section of the cannibal belt to the life."
It did too. They had the dark shades pulled down, and the light was kind of dim; but you could see that the place was chock full of ferns and palms and such. The parrots was hoppin" around, and you could hear water runnin" somewheres, and they"d trained them spotted snakes around the rubber trees just as natural as if they"d crawled up there by themselves.
While we was lookin" Aunt Isabella comes puffin" up the stairs.
"Isn"t it just charming, Mr. McCabe?" says she, holdin" a hand up behind one ear. "I can hardly wait for dear Valentine to come, I"m so anxious to see how pleased he"ll be. He just dotes on jungle life.
The dear boy! You must come up and take tea with him some afternoon.
He"s a very shy, diffident little chap; but----"
At that the door bell starts ringin" like the house was afire, and bang! bang! goes someone"s fist on the outside panel. Course, we all chases down stairs to see what"s broke loose; but before we gets to the front hall the butler has the door open, and in pushes a husky, red whiskered party, wearin" a cloth cap, a belted ulster with four checks to the square yard, and carryin" an extension leather bag about the size of a small trunk, with labels pasted all over it.
"It"s a blawsted shyme, that"s w"at it is!" says he--"me p"yin" "alf a bob for a two shillin" drive. These cabbies of yours is a set of bloomink "iw"ymen!"
"What name, sir?" says the butler.
"Nime!" roars the whiskered gent. "I"m Valentine, that"s who I am!
Tyke the luggage, you shiverin" pie face!"
"Oh, Valentine!" squeals Aunt Isabella, makin" a rush at him with her arms out.
"Sheer off, aunty!" says he. "Cut out the bally tommyrot and let me "ave a wash. And sye, send some beggar for the brandy and soda.
Where"s me rooms?"
"I"ll show you up, Valentine," chips in Purdy.
""Ello! "O"s the little man?" says Vally. "Blow me if it ain"t Purdy!
Trot along up, Purdy lad, and show me the digs."
Say, he was a bird, Vally was. He talks like a c.o.c.kney, acts like a bounder, and looks "em both.
Aunt Isabella has dropped on the hall seat, gaspin" for breath, the butler is leanin" against the wall with his mouth open; so I grabs the bag and starts up after the half brothers. Just by the peachblow tint of Vally"s nose I got the idea that maybe the most entertainin" part of this whole program was billed to take place on the second floor.
"Here you are," says Purdy, swingin" open the door and shovin" him in.
"Aunt Isabella has fixed things up homelike for you, you see."
"And here"s your trunk," says I. "Make yourself to home," and I shuts him in to enjoy himself.
It took Valentine just about twenty seconds to size up the interior decorations; for Purdy"d turned on the incandescents so"s to give him a good view, and that had stirred up the parrots some. What I was waitin" for was for him to discover the spotted snakes. I didn"t think he could miss "em, for they was mighty prominent. Nor he didn"t. It wasn"t only us heard it, but everyone else on the block.
"Wow!" says he. ""Elp! "Elp! Lemme out! I"m bein" killed!"
That was Valentine, bellerin" enough to take the roof off, and clawin"
around for the doork.n.o.b on the inside. He comes out as if he"d been shot through a chute, his eyes stickin" out like a couple of peeled onions, an" a grey parrot hangin" to one ear.
"What"s the trouble?" says Purdy.
"Br-r-r!" says Valentine, like a clogged steam whistle. "Where"s the nearest "orspital? I"m a sick man! Br-r-r-r!"
With that he starts down the stairs, takin" three at a time, bolts through the front door, and makes a dash down the street, yellin" like a kid when a fire breaks out.
Purdy and me didn"t have any time to watch how far he went, for Aunt Isabella had keeled over on the rug, the maid was havin" a fit in the parlour, and the butler was fannin" himself with the card tray. We had to use up all the alcohol and smellin" salts in the house before we could bring the bunch around. When aunty"s so she can hold her head up and open her eyes, she looks about cautious, and whispers:
"Has--has he gone, Purdy, dear?"
Purdy says he has.
"Then," she says to me, "bolt that door, and never mention his name to me again."
Everything"s lovely now. Purdy"s back to the downy, and Bombazoula"s wiped off the map for good.
And say! If you"re lookin" for a set of jungle scenery and stuffed snakes, I know where you can get a job lot for the askin".
XIV
A HUNCH FOR LANGDON
Say, the longer I knocks around and the more kinds I meet, the slower I am about sizin" folks up on a first view. I used to think there was only two cla.s.ses, them that was my kind and them that wa"n"t; but I"ve got over that. I don"t try to grade "em up any more; for they"re built on so many different plans it would take a card index the size of a flat buildin" to keep "em all on file. All I can make out is that there"s some good points about the worst of "em, and some of the best has their streak of yellow.
Anyway, I"m glad I ain"t called on to write a tag for Langdon. First news I had of him was what I took for inside information, bein" as it was handed me by his maw. When I gets the note askin" me to call up in the 70"s between five and six I don"t know whether it"s a bid to a tea fest or a bait for an auction. The stationery was real swell, though, and the writin" was this up and down kind that goes with the gilt crest. What I could puzzle out of the name, though, wa"n"t familiar.
But I follows up the invite and takes a chance.