So all three of us goes back to the hotel. Pinckney wa"n"t sayin" a word, actin" like he was kind of dazed, but watchin" Snick all the time. As we gets into the elevator, he pulls me by the sleeve and whispers:
"I say, Shorty, which one is it?"
"The south one," says I.
It wasn"t till we got clear into Sir Hunter"s reception room, under the light, that Pinckney heaves up something else.
"Oh, I say!" says he, starin" at Snick. "Beg pardon for mentioning it, but yours is a--er--you have blue eyes, haven"t you, Mr. b.u.t.ters?"
"That"s right," says Snick.
"And Sir Hunter"s are brown. It will never do," says he.
"Ah, what"s the odds at night?" says I. "Maybe the girl"s colour blind, anyway."
"No," says Pinckney, "Sir Hunter would never do it. Now, if you only knew of some one with a----"
"I don"t," says I. "Snick"s the only gla.s.s eyed friend I got on my repertoire. It"s either his or none. You send Rinkey in to ask Twiggle if a blue one won"t do on a pinch."
Mr. Rinkey didn"t like the sound of that program a bit, and he goes to clawin" around my knees, beggin" me not to send him in to the lord sahib.
"G"wan!" says I, pushin" him off. "You make me feel as if I was bein"
measured for a pair of leggin"s. Skiddo!"
As I gives him a shove my finger catches in the white stuff he has around his head, and it begins to unwind. I"d peeled off about a yard, when out rolls somethin" shiny that Snick spots and made a grab for.
"h.e.l.lo!" says he. "What"s this?"
It was the stray brown, all right. That Kipling c.o.o.n has had it stowed away all the time. Well say, there was lively doin"s in that room for the next few minutes; me tryin" to get a strangle hold on Rinkey, and him doin" his best to jump through a window, chairs bein" knocked over, Snick hoppin" around tryin" to help, and Pinckney explainin" to Sir Hunter through the keyhole what it was all about.
When it was through we held a court of inquiry. And what do you guess?
That smoked Chinaman had swiped it on purpose, thinkin" if he wore it on the back of his head he could see behind him. Wouldn"t that grind you?
But it all comes out happy. Sir Hunter was a little late for dinner, but he shows up two eyed before the girl, makes a hit with her folks, and has engaged Snick to give him private lessons on how to make a fake optic behave like the real goods.
VIII
PINCKNEY AND THE TWINS
Say, when it comes to gettin" himself tangled up in ways that n.o.body ever thought of before, you can play Pinckney clear across the board.
But I never knew him to send out such a hard breathin" hurry call as the one I got the other day. It come first thing in the mornin" too, just about the time Pinckney used to be tearin" off the second coupon from the slumber card. I hadn"t more"n got inside the Studio door before Swifty Joe says:
"Pinckney"s been tryin" to get you on the wire."
"Gee!" says I, "he"s stayin" up late last night! Did he leave the number?"
He had, and it was a sixty-cent long distance call; so the first play I makes when I rings up is to reverse the charge.
"That you, Shorty?" says he. "Then for goodness" sake come up here on the next train! Will you?"
"House afire, bone in your throat, or what?" says I.
"It"s those twins," says he.
"Bad as that?" says I. "Then I"ll come."
Wa"n"t I tellin" you about the pair of mated orphans that was shipped over to him unexpected; and how Miss Gertie, the Western blush rose that was on the steamer with "em, helps him out? Well, the last I hears, Pinckney is gone on Miss Gertie and gettin" farther from sight every minute. He"s planned it out to have the knot tied right away, hire a furnished cottage for the summer, and put in the honeymoon gettin" acquainted with the ready made family that they starts in with.
Great scheme! Suits Pinckney right down to the ground, because it"s different. He begins by acc.u.mulatin" a pair of twins, next he finds a girl and then he thinks about gettin" married. By the way he talked, I thought it was all settled; but hearin" this whoop for help I suspicioned there must be some hitch.
There wa"n"t any carnation in his b.u.t.tonhole when he meets me at the station; he hasn"t shaved since the day before; and there"s trouble tracks on his brow.
"Can"t you stand married life better"n this?" says I.
"Married!" says he. "No such luck. I never expect to be married, Shorty; I"m not fit."
"Is this a decision that was handed you, or was it somethin" you found out for yourself?" says I.
"It"s my own discovery," says he.
"Then there"s hope," says I. "So the twins have been gettin" you worried, eh? Where"s Miss Gertie?"
That gives Pinckney the hard luck cue, and while we jogs along towards his new place in the tub cart he tells me all about what"s been happenin". First off he owns up that he"s queered his good start with Miss Gertie by bein" in such a rush to flash the solitaire spark on her. She ain"t used to Pinckney"s jumpy ways. They hadn"t been acquainted much more"n a week, and he hadn"t gone through any of the prelim"s, when he ups and asks her what day it will be and whether she chooses church or parsonage. Course she shies at that, and the next thing Pinckney knows she"s taken a train West, leavin" him with the twins on his hands, and a nice little note sayin" that while she appreciates the honour she"s afraid he won"t do.
"And you"re left at the post?" says I.
"Yes," says he. "I couldn"t take the twins and follow her, but I could telegraph. My first message read like this, "What"s the matter with me?" Here is her answer to that," and he digs up a yellow envelope from his inside pocket.
"Not domestic enough. G." It was short and crisp.
He couldn"t give me his come back to that, for he said it covered three blanks; but it was meant to be an ironclad affidavit that he could be just as domestic as the next man, if he only had a chance.
"And then?" says I.
"Read it," says he, handin" over Exhibit Two.
"You have the chance now," it says. "Manage the twins for a month, and I will believe you."
And that was as far as he could get. Now, first and last, I guess there"s been dozens of girls, not countin" all kinds of widows, that"s had their la.s.soes out for Pinckney. He"s been more or less interested in some; but when he really runs across one that"s worth taggin" she does the sudden duck and runs him up against a game like this.
"And you"re tryin" to make good, eh?" says I. "What"s your program?"
For Pinckney, he hadn"t done so worse. First he hunts up the only aunt he"s got on his list. She"s a wide, heavy weight old girl, that"s lost or mislaid a couple of husbands, but hasn"t ever had any kids of her own, and puts in her time goin" to Europe and comin" back. She was just havin" the trunks checked for Switzerland when Pinckney locates her and tells how glad he is to see her again. Didn"t she want to change her plans and stay a month or so with him and the twins at some nice place up in Westchester? One glimpse of Jack and Jill with their comp"ny manners on wins her. Sure, she will!
So it"s tip to Pinckney to hire a happy home for the summer, all found.
Got any idea of how he tackles a job like that? Most folks would take a week off and do a lot of travelling sizin" up different joints.