"Miss Merridew?" I said.
"Yes," she murmured. "My name will be strange to you."
"Am I right," I queried, "in supposing that you are the lady to whom Mr. Jopp----"
"I am! I am!" she replied. "And, oh, what shall I do?"
"Kindly give me particulars," I said, taking out my pad from force of habit.
She hesitated a moment, as if afraid to speak.
"You are caddying for Mr. Jopp in the Final tomorrow?" she said at last.
"I am."
"Then could you--would you mind--would it be giving you too much trouble if I asked you to shout "Boo!" at him when he is making his stroke, if he looks like winning?"
I was perplexed.
"I don"t understand."
"I see that I must tell you all. I am sure you will treat what I say as absolutely confidential."
"Certainly."
"I am provisionally engaged to Mr. Jopp."
"Provisionally?"
She gulped.
"Let me tell you my story. Mr. Jopp asked me to marry him, and I would rather do anything on earth than marry him. But how could I say "No!"
with those awful eyes of his boring me through? I knew that if I said "No", he would argue me out of it in two minutes. I had an idea. I gathered that he had never played golf, so I told him that I would marry him if he won the Amateur Championship this year. And now I find that he has been a golfer all along, and, what is more, a plus man! It isn"t fair!"
"He was not a golfer when you made that condition," I said. "He took up the game on the following day."
"Impossible! How could he have become as good as he is in this short time?"
"Because he is Vincent Jopp! In his lexicon there is no such word as impossible."
She shuddered.
"What a man! But I can"t marry him," she cried. "I want to marry somebody else. Oh, won"t you help me? Do shout "Boo!" at him when he is starting his down-swing!"
I shook my head.
"It would take more than a single "boo" to put Vincent Jopp off his stroke."
"But won"t you try it?"
"I cannot. My duty is to my employer."
"Oh, do!"
"No, no. Duty is duty, and paramount with me. Besides, I have a bet on him to win."
The stricken girl uttered a faint moan, and tottered away.
I was in our suite shortly after dinner that night, going over some of the notes I had made that day, when the telephone rang. Jopp was out at the time, taking a short stroll with his after-dinner cigar. I unhooked the receiver, and a female voice spoke.
"Is that Mr. Jopp?"
"Mr. Jopp"s secretary speaking. Mr. Jopp is out."
"Oh, it"s nothing important. Will you say that Mrs. Luella Mainprice Jopp called up to wish him luck? I shall be on the course tomorrow to see him win the final."
I returned to my notes. Soon afterwards the telephone rang again.
"Vincent, dear?"
"Mr. Jopp"s secretary speaking."
"Oh, will you say that Mrs. Jane Jukes Jopp called up to wish him luck?
I shall be there tomorrow to see him play."
I resumed my work. I had hardly started when the telephone rang for the third time.
"Mr. Jopp?"
"Mr. Jopp"s secretary speaking."
"This is Mrs. Agnes Parsons Jopp. I just called up to wish him luck. I shall be looking on tomorrow."
I shifted my work nearer to the telephone-table so as to be ready for the next call. I had heard that Vincent Jopp had only been married three times, but you never knew.
Presently Jopp came in.
"Anybody called up?" he asked.
"n.o.body on business. An a.s.sortment of your wives were on the wire wishing you luck. They asked me to say that they will be on the course tomorrow."
For a moment it seemed to me that the man"s iron repose was shaken.
"Luella?" he asked.
"She was the first."