In effect, then, the foundation of the hat appeared to be a black straw, with a wide, straight brim, the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g being a gimcrackery sort of material whose name for the moment has escaped me. Suppose we call it barege, and let it go at that? The princ.i.p.al ornament was a large, red apple in wax, pierced by a German-silver arrow, but the really unique feature of the entire creation was the parasol-like fringe that depended from the edge of the brim, a continuous row of four-inch filaments upon which shining black beads were closely strung.
An over-bold device, perhaps, but it certainly caught the eye; there was a barbaric suggestion in those strings of glittering beads that made one think of the Congo and of tomtoms beating brazenly in the moonlight. A hat that WAS a hat, as I have previously remarked, and Indiman and I gazed upon it with undisguised interest. It is hardly necessary to add that this particular hat had the place of honor in the shop-window, it being mounted upon the waxen model of a simpering lady with flaxen curls and a complexion incomparable. a.s.suredly, then, the pearl of the collection.
"L. Hernandez," said Indiman, reading the sign over the door. "Spanish Jew, I should say. Yes, and the Queen of Spades in person," he added, in an undertone, for L. Hernandez was standing in the open door-way of the shop and regarding us with a curious fixity of glance.
Now, through the summer-time it is the custom of the Division Street modistes to occupy seats placed on the sidewalk. In a business where compet.i.tion is so strenuous one must be prepared to catch the customer on the hop. Even in winter the larger establishments will keep a scout on duty outside, and the lesser proprietor must, at least, cast an occasional eye to windward, if the balance of trade is to be preserved.
Undoubtedly Madame Hernandez was taking a purely business observation, and we had chanced to fall within its focus.
The resemblance was, indeed, striking. There was the banded hair over the eyes, the slightly drooping mouth, the peculiar upspring of the eyebrow arch--the Queen of Spades in person, as Indiman had said. And this was her third appearance.
Indiman removed his hat with a sweep. "Madame," he said, with elaborate civility, "it is a beautiful day."
"What of it?" retorted L. Hernandez, ungraciously enough. "Or perhaps the sun isn"t shining above Madison Square," she added, sarcastically.
A strange voice this, raucous in quality and abnormally low in pitch.
"I haven"t noticed," said Indiman, with undisturbed good-humor. "Alike upon the just and unjust, you know. Now if you will kindly allow me to pa.s.s--"
"What do you want in my shop?"
"I desire to purchase that hat," replied Indiman, and pointed to the atrocity in the window.
"It is not for sale."
"I am prepared to pay liberally for what strikes my fancy." He took out a roll of bills.
"The hat is not for sale."
"Madame," said Indiman, with the utmost suavity, "are you in business for your health?"
"I am."
"Oh, in that case--"
"You may come inside; it tires me to be on my feet for so long. To my sorrow I grow stout."
"It is an affliction," murmured Indiman, sympathetically. We followed her within. The shop was crammed from floor to ceiling with bandboxes arranged in three or four rows, and glazed presses, filled with feminine hats and bonnets, lined the walls. Near the window was a small counter, behind which Madame L. Hernandez immediately installed herself, and from this vantage-point she proceeded to inspect us with cool deliberation, fanning herself the while with a huge palm-leaf.
"You wish to buy a hat?" she said, tentatively.
"That one," answered Indiman, stubbornly "--that hat on the model"s head."
"Bah! Senor, it is fatiguing to fight, like children, with pillows in the dark. You want that Russian letter. Why not say so?"
For a full half-minute their eyes met in silent thrust and parry; it was to be a duel, then, and each was an antagonist to be respected.
"If it is a question of money--" said Indiman, slowly.
"It is not."
"Then I must take it where I find it."
"So it appears," answered L. Hernandez, placidly. "But you must first find it. Eh, my bold young man?"
"Be tranquil, madame--"
"I am tranquil. You are but wasting your time."
"I have it to spend in unlimited quant.i.ty. I am a solitaire-player."
"Oh, you play solitaire. How many variations do you know?"
"One hundred and thirty-five."
"I can count one hundred and forty-two."
"Including the "Bridge"?"
"The famous "Bridge"! Do you know it, then?"
"I learned it from a Polish gentleman in Belgrade."
"It is difficult."
"Enormously so. It may come out once in a hundred times."
Madame L. Hernandez produced a pack of cards from underneath the counter. "Will you oblige me, senor? I am anxious to see the play."
Indiman proceeded with the explanation. It was too intricate for me to follow. I could only understand that, with the solitaire properly resolved, the cards should finally divide themselves into four packs, headed respectively by the ace of clubs, king of diamonds, queen of spades, and knave of hearts. Indiman tried it twice, but the combination would not come out.
"We will try it again to-morrow," said Indiman, rising.
"With pleasure. Good-day, gentlemen. Mind the step."
As we walked towards Chatham Square a stout man joined us, a man with one ear noticeably larger than the other. "Mr. Indiman--" he began, deferentially.
"What, you, Brownson?"
"Yes, sir. I have an a.s.signment on this job from the Central Office. I saw you coming out of L. Hernandez"s just now. Smooth old bird, ain"t it?"
"You on this case?" said Indiman, stupefied.
"Yes, sir. You see, the parties concerned finally determined to put it into our hands, and they"d have been enough sight better off if they"d done it in the beginning. Bless you! it"s no great shakes of a lay-out.
There"s the letter--a single sheet of note-paper written in violet ink on one side only, and we know the party who has it up her sleeve. L.
Hernandez--I don"t mind saying it, seeing that you"re also on. I"ll do the trick within three days, or you can boil my head for a corned-beef dinner."
"Well, good luck to you, Brownson," said Indiman, absently. There was a cab-rank here in Chatham Square, and we drove up-town to the Utinam Club for a late luncheon. While we were waiting for our filet to be prepared Indiman wrote a brief note and had it despatched by messenger; it was addressed, as he showed me, to Madame L. Hernandez,--Division Street. "I"m not going to have that b.o.o.by upset the apple-cart for a second time," he said, savagely. "Now we shall have to wait for at least three days."
This was on Monday; on Friday we presented ourselves again to Madame L.
Hernandez. She received us politely, almost graciously; she sat in the great chair behind the counter, engaged in the truly feminine occupation of putting up her hair in curl-papers. A pad of stiff, white writing-paper lay on the counter before her, and from it she tore the strips as she needed them.
"I am tired of these bandeaux," she explained, smilingly. "My friends tell me that curls will become me infinitely better."