And now the lady was disturbed both in her disbelief and in her poise.
"O professor!" she cried anxiously--"When?--where? Has he been found? Do not keep me in suspense."
"I beg you will excuse me for a very few minutes," said Professor Cherubusco, "and I think I can demonstrate to you the efficacy of the true Art."
Thomas was contentedly munching the last crumbs of the bread and fowl when the enchanter appeared suddenly at his side.
"Are you willing to return to your old home if you are a.s.sured of a welcome and restoration to favor?" he asked, with his courteous, royal smile.
"Do I look bughouse?" answered Thomas. "Enough of the footback life for me. But will they have me again? The old lady is as fixed in her ways as a nut on a new axle."
"My dear young man," said the other, "she has been searching for you everywhere."
"Great!" said Thomas. "I"m on the job. That team of dropsical dromedaries they call horses is a handicap for a first-cla.s.s coachman like myself; but I"ll take the job back, sure, doc. They"re good people to be with."
And now a change came o"er the suave countenance of the Caliph of Bagdad. He looked keenly and suspiciously at the ex-coachman.
"May I ask what your name is?" he said shortly.
"You"ve been looking for me," said Thomas, "and don"t know my name?
You"re a funny kind of sleuth. You must be one of the Central Office gumsh.o.e.rs. I"m Thomas McQuade, of course; and I"ve been chauffeur of the Van Smuythe elephant team for a year. They fired me a month ago for--well, doc, you saw what I did to your old owl. I went broke on booze, and when I saw the tire drop off your whiz wagon I was standing in that squad of hoboes at the Worth monument waiting for a free bed.
Now, what"s the prize for the best answer to all this?"
To his intense surprise Thomas felt himself lifted by the collar and dragged, without a word of explanation, to the front door. This was opened, and he was kicked forcibly down the steps with one heavy, disillusionizing, humiliating impact of the stupendous Arabian"s shoe.
As soon as the ex-coachman had recovered his feet and his wits he hastened as fast as he could eastward toward Broadway.
"Crazy guy," was his estimate of the mysterious automobilist. "Just wanted to have some fun kiddin", I guess. He might have dug up a dollar, anyhow. Now I"ve got to hurry up and get back to that gang of b.u.m bed hunters before they all get preached to sleep."
When Thomas reached the end of his two-mile walk he found the ranks of the homeless reduced to a squad of perhaps eight or ten. He took the proper place of a newcomer at the left end of the rear rank. In a file in front of him was the young man who had spoken to him of hospitals and something of a wife and child.
"Sorry to see you back again," said the young man, turning to speak to him. "I hoped you had struck something better than this."
"Me?" said Thomas. "Oh, I just took a run around the block to keep warm!
I see the public ain"t lending to the Lord very fast to-night."
"In this kind of weather," said the young man, "charity avails itself of the proverb, and both begins and ends at home."
And the Preacher and his vehement lieutenant struck up a last hymn of pet.i.tion to Providence and man. Those of the Bed Liners whose windpipes still registered above 32 degrees hopelessly and tunelessly joined in.
In the middle of the second verse Thomas saw a st.u.r.dy girl with wind-tossed drapery battling against the breeze and coming straight toward him from the opposite sidewalk. "Annie!" he yelled, and ran toward her.
"You fool, you fool!" she cried, weeping and laughing, and hanging upon his neck, "why did you do it?"
"The Stuff," explained Thomas briefly. "You know. But subsequently nit.
Not a drop." He led her to the curb. "How did you happen to see me?"
"I came to find you," said Annie, holding tight to his sleeve. "Oh, you big fool! Professor Cherubusco told us that we might find you here."
"Professor Ch---- Don"t know the guy. What saloon does he work in?"
"He"s a clairvoyant, Thomas; the greatest in the world. He found you with the Chaldean telescope, he said."
"He"s a liar," said Thomas. "I never had it. He never saw me have anybody"s telescope."
"And he said you came in a chariot with five wheels or something."
"Annie," said Thoms solicitously, "you"re giving me the wheels now. If I had a chariot I"d have gone to bed in it long ago. And without any singing and preaching for a nightcap, either."
"Listen, you big fool. The Missis says she"ll take you back. I begged her to. But you must behave. And you can go up to the house to-night; and your old room over the stable is ready."
"Great!" said Thomas earnestly. "You are It, Annie. But when did these stunts happen?"
"To-night at Professor Cherubusco"s. He sent his automobile for the Missis, and she took me along. I"ve been there with her before."
"What"s the professor"s line?"
"He"s a clearvoyant and a witch. The Missis consults him. He knows everything. But he hasn"t done the Missis any good yet, though she"s paid him hundreds of dollars. But he told us that the stars told him we could find you here."
"What"s the old lady want this cherry-buster to do?"
"That"s a family secret," said Annie. "And now you"ve asked enough questions. Come on home, you big fool."
They had moved but a little way up the street when Thomas stopped.
"Got any dough with you, Annie?" he asked.
Annie looked at him sharply.
"Oh, I know what that look means," said Thomas. "You"re wrong. Not another drop. But there"s a guy that was standing next to me in the bed line over there that"s in bad shape. He"s the right kind, and he"s got wives or kids or something, and he"s on the sick list. No booze. If you could dig up half a dollar for him so he could get a decent bed I"d like it."
Annie"s fingers began to wiggle in her purse.
"Sure, I"ve got money," said she. "Lots of it. Twelve dollars." And then she added, with woman"s ineradicable suspicion of vicarious benevolence: "Bring him here and let me see him first."
Thomas went on his mission. The wan Bed Liner came readily enough. As the two drew near, Annie looked up from her purse and screamed:
"Mr. Walter-- Oh--Mr. Walter!
"Is that you, Annie?" said the young man meekly.
"Oh, Mr. Walter!--and the Missis hunting high and low for you!"
"Does mother want to see me?" he asked, with a flush coming out on his pale cheek.
"She"s been hunting for you high and low. Sure, she wants to see you.
She wants you to come home. She"s tried police and morgues and lawyers and advertising and detectives and rewards and everything. And then she took up clearvoyants. You"ll go right home, won"t you, Mr. Walter?"