And say, just by the look Sadie gave me I knew what was runnin" through her head.
"Shorty," says she, "I"ve a mind to do it."
"Flag it," says. "You ain"t got time."
But there was no stoppin" her. "Listen," says she to the Tortonis.
"Can"t you play Duke and d.u.c.h.ess of Kildee for an hour or so?"
"What are the lines?" says Skinny.
"You"ve got to improvise as you go along," says she. "Can you do it?"
"It"s a pipe for me," says he. "Flossy, do you come in on it?"
Did she? Why, Flossy was diggin" up her English accent while he was askin" the question, and by the time Mrs. Wigghorn got back, draggin"
Peter by the lapel of his dress coat, the Tortonis was fairly oozin"
aristocracy. It was "Chawmed, don"tcher know!" and "My word!" right along from the drop of the hat.
I didn"t follow "em inside, and was just as glad I didn"t have to.
Sittin" out there, expectin" to hear the lid blow off, made me nervous enough. I wasn"t afraid either of "em would go shy on front; but when I remembered Flossy"s pencilled eyebrows, and Skinny"s flannel collar, I says to myself, "That"ll queer "em as soon as they get in a good light and there"s time for the details to soak in." And I didn"t know what kind of trouble the Wigghorns might stir up for Sadie, when they found out how bad they"d been toasted.
It was half an hour before Sadie showed up again, and she was lookin"
merry.
"What have they done with "em," says I--"dropped "em down the well?"
Sadie snickered as she climbed in and told Jeems to whip up the team.
"Mr. and Mrs. Wigghorn," says she, "have persuaded the Duke and d.u.c.h.ess to spend the week"s end at Wigghorn Arms."
"Gee!" says I. "Can they run the bluff that long?"
"It"s running itself," says Sadie. "The Wigghorns are so overcome with the honour that they hardly know whether they"re afoot or horseback; and as for your friends, they"re more British than the real articles ever thought of being. I stayed until they"d looked through the suite of rooms they"re to occupy, and when I left they were being towed out to the garage to pick out a touring car that suited them. They seemed already to be bored to death, too."
"Good!" say I. "Now maybe you"ll take me over to the beach and let me get in a quarter"s worth of swim."
"Can"t you put it off, Shorty?" says she. "I want you to take the next train into town and do an errand for me. Go to the landlady at this number, East 15th-st., and tell her to send Mr. Tortoni"s trunk by express."
Well, I did it. It took a ten to make the landlady loosen up on the wardrobe, too; but considerin" the solid joy I"ve had, thinkin" about Skinny and Flossy eatin" charlotte russe for breakfast, and all that, I guess I"m gettin" a lot for my money. It ain"t every day you have a chance to elevate a vaudeville team to the peerage.
V
PUTTING PINCKNEY ON THE JOB
Well, say, this is where we mark up one on Pinckney. And it"s time too, for he"s done the grin act at me so often he was comin" to think I was gettin" into the Slivers cla.s.s. You know about Pinckney. He"s the bubble on top of the gla.s.s, the snapper on the whip lash, the sunny spot at the club. He"s about as serious as a kitten playin" with a string, and the cares on his mind weigh "most as heavy as an extra rooster feather on a spring bonnet.
That"s what comes of havin" a self raisin" income, a small list of relatives, and a moderate thirst. If anything bobs up that needs to be worried over--like whether he"s got vests enough to last through a little trip to London and back, or whether he"s doubled up on his dates--why, he just tells his man about it, and then forgets. For a trouble dodger he"s got the little birds in the trees carryin" weight.
Pinckney"s liable to show up at the Studio here every day for a week, and then again I won"t get a glimpse of him for a month. It"s always safe to expect him when you see him, and it"s a waste of time wonderin"
what he"ll be up to next. But one of the things I likes most about Pinckney is that he ain"t livin" yesterday or to-morrow. It"s always this A. M. with him, and the rest of the calendar takes care of itself.
So I wa"n"t any surprised, as I was doin" a few laps on the avenue awhile back, to hear him give me the hail.
"Oh, I say, Shorty!" says he, wavin" his stick.
"Got anything on?"
"Nothin" but my clothes," says I.
"Good!" says he. "Come with me, then."
"Sure you know where you"re goin"?" says I.
Oh, yes, he was--almost. It was some pier or other he was headed for, and he has the number wrote down on a card--if he could find the card.
By luck he digs it up out of his cigarette case, where his man has put it on purpose, and then he proceeds to whistle up a cab. Say, if it wa"n"t for them cabbies, I reckon Pinckney would take root somewhere.
"Meetin" some one, or seein" "em off?" says I, as we climbs in.
"Hanged if I know yet," says Pinckney.
"Maybe it"s you that"s goin"?" says I.
"Oh, no," says he. "That is, I hadn"t planned to, you know. And come to think of it, I believe I am to meet--er--Jack and Jill."
"Names sound kind of familiar," says I. "What"s the breed?"
"What would be your guess?" says he.
"A pair of spotted ponies," says I.
"By Jove!" says he, "I hadn"t thought of ponies."
"Say," says I, sizin" him up to see if he was handin" me a josh, "you don"t mean to give out that you"re lookin" for a brace of something to come in on the steamer, and don"t know whether they"ll be tame or wild, long haired or short, crated or live stock?"
"Live stock!" says he, beamin". "That"s exactly the word I have been trying to think of. That"s what I shall ask for. Thanks, awfully, Shorty, for the hint."
"You"re welcome," says I. "It looks like you need all the help along that line you can get. Do you remember if this pair was somethin" you sent for, or is it a birthday surprise?"
With that he unloads as much of the tale as he"s acc.u.mulated up to date. Seems he"d just got a cablegram from some firm in London that signs themselves Tootle, Tupper & Tootle, sayin" that Jack and Jill would be on the _Lucania_, as per letter.
"And then you lost the letter?" says I.
No, he hadn"t lost it, not that he knew of. He supposes that it"s with the rest of last week"s mail, that he hasn"t looked over yet. The trouble was he"d been out of town, and hadn"t been back more"n a day or so--and he could read letters when there wa"n"t anything else to do.
That"s Pinckney, from the ground up.
"Why not go back and get the letter now?" says I. "Then you"ll know all about Jack and Jill."