"Perhaps it would be the best thing to do," says the Bishop.
Kupps didn"t want to do it; but I gives him a look that changes his mind, and up we goes. I was thinkin" that if Ferdy had got chilly feet at the last minute and done the deep dive, maybe he"d left a few lines layin" around his desk. There wa"n"t anything in sight, though; nothin" but a big photograph of a wide, full chested lady, propped up against the rail.
"That don"t look much like the fair Alicia," says I.
The Bishop puts on his nigh-to gla.s.ses and says it ain"t. He thinks it must have been took of a lady that he"d seen Ferdy chinnin" at the house party, where he got his last glimpse of him.
"Good deal of a hummin" bird, she is, eh?" says I, pickin" it up.
"Tutty tut! Look what"s here!" Behind it was a photo of Alicia.
"And here"s somethin" else," says I. On the back of the big picture was scribbled, "From Ducky to Ferdy," and the date.
"Yesterday!" gasps the Bishop.
"Well, well!" says I. "That"s advancin" the spark some! If he meets her only a week or so ago, and by yesterday she"s got so far as bein"
his ducky, it looks like Alicia"d have to get out and take the car ahead."
The Bishop acts stunned, gazin" from me to the picture, as if he"d been handed one on the dizzy bone. "You--you don"t mean," says he, "that you suspect Ferdy of--of----"
"I hate to think it," says I; "but this looks like a quick shift.
Kupps, who"s Ferdy"s lady friend?"
"Mr. Dobson didn"t sye, sir," says Kupps.
"Very thoughtless of him," says I. "Come on, Bishop, we"ll take this along as a clue and see what Vandy has to say."
He"s a human kodak, Vandy is--makes a livin" takin" pictures for the newspapers. You can"t break into the swell push, or have an argument with Teddy, or be tried for murder, without Vandy"s showin" up to make a few negatives. So I flashes the photo of Ducky on him.
"Who"s the wide one?" says I.
"Why, don"t you know who that is, Shorty?" says he.
"Say, do you think I"d be chasin" up any flashlight pirate like you, if I did?" says I. "What"s her name?"
"That"s Madam Brooklini, of course," says he.
"What, the thousand-dollar-a-minute warbler?" says I. "And me seein"
her lithographs all last winter! Gee, Bishop! I thought you followed grand opera closer"n that."
"I should have recalled her," says the Bishop; "but I see so many faces----"
"Only a few like that, though," says I. "Vandy, where do you reckon Mrs. Greater New York could be located just about now?"
Vandy has the whole story down pat. Seems she"s been over here out of season bringin" suit against her last manager; but havin" held him up for everything but the gold fillin" in his front teeth, she is booked to sail back to her Irish castle at four in the mornin". He knows the steamer and the pier number.
"Four A. M., eh?" says I. "That means she"s likely to be aboard now, gettin" settled. Bishop, if that Ducky business was a straight steer, it"s ten to one that a friend of ours is there sayin" good-bye. Shall we follow it up?"
"I can hardly credit it," says he. "However, if you think----"
"It"s no cinch," says I; "but this is a case where it won"t do to bank on past performances. From all the signs, Ferdy has struck a new gait."
The Bishop throws up both hands. "How clearly you put it," says he, "and how stupid of me not to understand! Should we visit the steamer, or not?"
"Bishop," says I, "you"re a good guesser. We should."
And there wa"n"t any trouble about locatin" the high artist. All we has to do is to walk along the promenade deck until we comes to a suite where the cabin stewards was poppin" in and out, luggin" bunches of flowers and baskets of fruit, and gettin" the book signed for telegrams. The Bishop was for askin" questions and sendin" in his card; but I gets him by the sleeve and tows him right in.
I hadn"t made any wrong guess, either. There in the corner of the state room, planted in a big wicker arm chair, with a jar of long stemmed American beauts on one side, was Madam Brooklini. On the other side, sittin" edgeways on a canvas stool and holdin" her left hand, was Ferdy.
I could make a guess as to how the thing had come around; Ferdy breakin" from his sh.e.l.l at the house party, runnin" across Brooklini under a soft light, and losin" his head the minute she begins cooin"
low notes to him. That"s what she was doin" now, him gazin" up at her, and her gazin" down at him. It was about the mushiest performance I ever see.
"Ahem!" says the Bishop, clearin" his throat and blushin" a lovely maroon colour. "I--er--we did not intend to intrude; but----"
Then it was up to Ferdy to show the red. He opens his mouth and gawps at us for a whole minute before he can get out a word. "Why--why, Bishop!" he pants. "What--how----"
Before he has time to choke, or the Bishop can work up a case of apoplexy, I jumps into the ring. "Excuse us doin" the goat act," says I; "but the Bishop has got some word for you from the folks at home, and he wants to get it off his mind."
"Ah, friends of yours, Ferdy?" says Madam Brooklini, throwin" us about four hundred dollars" worth of smile.
There was nothin" for Ferdy to do then but pull himself together and make us all acquainted. And say, I never shook hands with so much jewelry all at once before! She has three or four bunches of sparks on each finger, not to mention a thumb ring. Oh, there wa"n"t any mistakin" who skimmed the cream off the box office receipts after you"d took a look at her!
And for a straight front Venus she was the real maraschino. Course, even if the complexion was true, you wouldn"t put her down as one of this spring"s hatch; but for a broad, heavy weight girl she was the fancy goods. And when she cuts loose with that eighteen-carat voice of hers, and begins to roll them misbehavin" eyes, you forgot how the chair was creakin" under her. The Bishop has all he can do to remember why he was there; but he manages to get out that he"d like a few minutes on the side with Ferdy.
"If your message relates in any way to my return to Newport," says Ferdy, stiffenin" up, "it is useless. I am not going there!"
"But, my dear Ferdy----" begins the Bishop, when the lady cuts in.
"That"s right, Bishop," says she. "I do hope you can persuade the silly boy to stop following me around and teasing me to marry him."
"Oh, naughty!" says I under my breath.
The Bishop just looks from one to the other, and then he braces up and says, "Ferdinand, this is not possible, is it?"
It was up to Ferdy again. He gives a squirm or two as he catches the Bishop"s eye, and the dew was beginnin" to break out on his n.o.ble brow, when Ducky reaches over and gives his hand a playful little squeeze.
That was a nerve restorer.
"Bishop," says he, "I must tell you that I am madly, hopelessly, in love with this lady, and that I mean to make her my wife."
"Isn"t he the dearest b.o.o.by you ever saw!" gurgles Madam Brooklini.
"He has been saying nothing but that for the last five days. And now he says he is going to follow me across the ocean and keep on saying it. But you must stop, Ferdy; really, you must."
"Never!" says Ferdy, gettin" a good grip on the cut gla.s.s exhibit.
"Such persistence!" says Ducky, shiftin" her searchlights from him to us and back again. "And he knows I have said I would not marry again.
I mustn"t. My managers don"t like it. Why, every time I marry they raise a most dreadful row. But what can I do? Ferdy insists, you see; and if he keeps it up, I just know I shall have to take him. Please be good, Ferdy!"
Wouldn"t that make you seasick? But the Bishop comes to the front like he"d heard a call to man the lifeboat.