Mitch.e.l.l Holmes had only one fault. He lost his temper when playing golf. He seldom played a round without becoming piqued, peeved, or--in many cases--chagrined. The caddies on our links, it was said, could always worst other small boys in verbal argument by calling them some of the things they had heard Mitch.e.l.l call his ball on discovering it in a cuppy lie. He had a great gift of language, and he used it unsparingly. I will admit that there was some excuse for the man. He had the makings of a brilliant golfer, but a combination of bad luck and inconsistent play invariably robbed him of the fruits of his skill.
He was the sort of player who does the first two holes in one under bogey and then takes an eleven at the third. The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the b.u.t.terflies in the adjoining meadows.
It seemed hardly likely that this one kink in an otherwise admirable character would ever seriously affect his working or professional life, but it did. One evening, as I was sitting in my garden, Alexander Paterson was announced. A glance at his face told me that he had come to ask my advice. Rightly or wrongly, he regarded me as one capable of giving advice. It was I who had changed the whole current of his life by counselling him to leave the wood in his bag and take a driving-iron off the tee; and in one or two other matters, like the choice of a putter (so much more important than the choice of a wife), I had been of a.s.sistance to him.
Alexander sat down and fanned himself with his hat, for the evening was warm. Perplexity was written upon his fine face.
"I don"t know what to do," he said.
"Keep the head still--slow back--don"t press," I said, gravely. There is no better rule for a happy and successful life.
"It"s nothing to do with golf this time," he said. "It"s about the treasurership of my company. Old Smithers retires next week, and I"ve got to find a man to fill his place."
"That should be easy. You have simply to select the most deserving from among your other employees."
"But which _is_ the most deserving? That"s the point. There are two men who are capable of holding the job quite adequately. But then I realize how little I know of their real characters. It is the treasurership, you understand, which has to be filled. Now, a man who was quite good at another job might easily get wrong ideas into his head when he became a treasurer. He would have the handling of large sums of money. In other words, a man who in ordinary circ.u.mstances had never been conscious of any desire to visit the more distant portions of South America might feel the urge, so to speak, shortly after he became a treasurer. That is my difficulty. Of course, one always takes a sporting chance with any treasurer; but how am I to find out which of these two men would give me the more reasonable opportunity of keeping some of my money?"
I did not hesitate a moment. I held strong views on the subject of character-testing.
"The only way," I said to Alexander, "of really finding out a man"s true character is to play golf with him. In no other walk of life does the cloven hoof so quickly display itself. I employed a lawyer for years, until one day I saw him kick his ball out of a heel-mark. I removed my business from his charge next morning. He has not yet run off with any trust-funds, but there is a nasty gleam in his eye, and I am convinced that it is only a question of time. Golf, my dear fellow, is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only G.o.d is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well. The man who can smile bravely when his putt is diverted by one of those beastly wormcasts is pure gold right through. But the man who is hasty, unbalanced, and violent on the links will display the same qualities in the wider field of everyday life. You don"t want an unbalanced treasurer do you?"
"Not if his books are likely to catch the complaint."
"They are sure to. Statisticians estimate that the average of crime among good golfers is lower than in any cla.s.s of the community except possibly bishops. Since Willie Park won the first championship at Prestwick in the year 1860 there has, I believe, been no instance of an Open Champion spending a day in prison. Whereas the bad golfers--and by bad I do not mean incompetent, but black-souled--the men who fail to count a stroke when they miss the globe; the men who never replace a divot; the men who talk while their opponent is driving; and the men who let their angry pa.s.sions rise--these are in and out of Wormwood Scrubbs all the time. They find it hardly worth while to get their hair cut in their brief intervals of liberty."
Alexander was visibly impressed.
"That sounds sensible, by George!" he said.
"It is sensible."
"I"ll do it! Honestly, I can"t see any other way of deciding between Holmes and Dixon."
I started.
"Holmes? Not Mitch.e.l.l Holmes?"
"Yes. Of course you must know him? He lives here, I believe."
"And by Dixon do you mean Rupert Dixon?"
"That"s the man. Another neighbour of yours."
I confess that my heart sank. It was as if my ball had fallen into the pit which my niblick had digged. I wished heartily that I had thought of waiting to ascertain the names of the two rivals before offering my scheme. I was extremely fond of Mitch.e.l.l Holmes and of the girl to whom he was engaged to be married. Indeed, it was I who had sketched out a few rough notes for the lad to use when proposing; and results had shown that he had put my stuff across well. And I had listened many a time with a sympathetic ear to his hopes in the matter of securing a rise of salary which would enable him to get married. Somehow, when Alexander was talking, it had not occurred to me that young Holmes might be in the running for so important an office as the treasurership. I had ruined the boy"s chances. Ordeal by golf was the one test which he could not possibly undergo with success. Only a miracle could keep him from losing his temper, and I had expressly warned Alexander against such a man.
When I thought of his rival my heart sank still more. Rupert Dixon was rather an unpleasant young man, but the worst of his enemies could not accuse him of not possessing the golfing temperament. From the drive off the tee to the holing of the final putt he was uniformly suave.
When Alexander had gone, I sat in thought for some time. I was faced with a problem. Strictly speaking, no doubt, I had no right to take sides; and, though secrecy had not been enjoined upon me in so many words, I was very well aware that Alexander was under the impression that I would keep the thing under my hat and not reveal to either party the test that awaited him. Each candidate was, of course, to remain ignorant that he was taking part in anything but a friendly game.
But when I thought of the young couple whose future depended on this ordeal, I hesitated no longer. I put on my hat and went round to Miss Boyd"s house, where I knew that Mitch.e.l.l was to be found at this hour.
The young couple were out in the porch, looking at the moon. They greeted me heartily, but their heartiness had rather a tinny sound, and I could see that on the whole they regarded me as one of those things which should not happen. But when I told my story their att.i.tude changed. They began to look on me in the pleasanter light of a guardian, philosopher, and friend.
"Wherever did Mr. Paterson get such a silly idea?" said Miss Boyd, indignantly. I had--from the best motives--concealed the source of the scheme. "It"s ridiculous!"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Mitch.e.l.l. "The old boy"s crazy about golf.
It"s just the sort of scheme he would cook up. Well, it dishes _me_!"
"Oh, come!" I said.
"It"s no good saying "Oh, come!" You know perfectly well that I"m a frank, outspoken golfer. When my ball goes off nor"-nor"-east when I want it to go due west I can"t help expressing an opinion about it. It is a curious phenomenon which calls for comment, and I give it.
Similarly, when I top my drive, I have to go on record as saying that I did not do it intentionally. And it"s just these trifles, as far as I can make out, that are going to decide the thing."
"Couldn"t you learn to control yourself on the links, Mitch.e.l.l, darling?" asked Millicent. "After all, golf is only a game!"
Mitch.e.l.l"s eyes met mine, and I have no doubt that mine showed just the same look of horror which I saw in his. Women say these things without thinking. It does not mean that there is any kink in their character.
They simply don"t realize what they are saying.
"Hush!" said Mitch.e.l.l, huskily, patting her hand and overcoming his emotion with a strong effort. "Hush, dearest!"
Two or three days later I met Millicent coming from the post-office.
There was a new light of happiness in her eyes, and her face was glowing.
"Such a splendid thing has happened," she said. "After Mitch.e.l.l left that night I happened to be glancing through a magazine, and I came across a wonderful advertis.e.m.e.nt. It began by saying that all the great men in history owed their success to being able to control themselves, and that Napoleon wouldn"t have amounted to anything if he had not curbed his fiery nature, and then it said that we can all be like Napoleon if we fill in the accompanying blank order-form for Professor Orlando Rollitt"s wonderful book, "Are You Your Own Master?" absolutely free for five days and then seven shillings, but you must write at once because the demand is enormous and pretty soon it may be too late. I wrote at once, and luckily I was in time, because Professor Rollitt did have a copy left, and it"s just arrived. I"ve been looking through it, and it seems splendid."
She held out a small volume. I glanced at it. There was a frontispiece showing a signed photograph of Professor Orlando Rollitt controlling himself in spite of having long white whiskers, and then some reading matter, printed between wide margins. One look at the book told me the professor"s methods. To be brief, he had simply swiped Marcus Aurelius"s best stuff, the copyright having expired some two thousand years ago, and was retailing it as his own. I did not mention this to Millicent. It was no affair of mine. Presumably, however obscure the necessity, Professor Rollitt had to live.
"I"m going to start Mitch.e.l.l on it today. Don"t you think this is good?
"Thou seest how few be the things which if a man has at his command his life flows gently on and is divine." I think it will be wonderful if Mitch.e.l.l"s life flows gently on and is divine for seven shillings, don"t you?"
At the club-house that evening I encountered Rupert Dixon. He was emerging from a shower-bath, and looked as pleased with himself as usual.
"Just been going round with old Paterson," he said. "He was asking after you. He"s gone back to town in his car."
I was thrilled. So the test had begun!
"How did you come out?" I asked.
Rupert Dixon smirked. A smirking man, wrapped in a bath towel, with a wisp of wet hair over one eye, is a repellent sight.
"Oh, pretty well. I won by six and five. In spite of having poisonous luck."
I felt a gleam of hope at these last words.