Meanwhile, what we must do is to prevent him from catching that last trolley car, which goes in about twelve-fifteen. We must stop him, you see."
"Oh, must we?" says I. "Listens to me like some he-sized job."
"That"s why I called you up," says Plummer. "You know where the line crosses the railroad? Well, he"ll probably try to get on there. Hurry down and prevent him."
"Is that all I have to do?" says I. "What"s the scheme--do I trip him up and sit on his head?"
"No, no!" says Plummer. "Don"t attempt violence. He"s a powerful man.
Why, my chauffeur saw him break the chain on our back gate as if it had been nothing but twine. Just gave it a push--and snap it went. Oh, he"s strong as a bull. Ill-tempered, too."
"Huh!" says I. "And I"m to go down and---- Say, where do you come in on this?"
"I"ll be there with John just as soon as we can quiet Mrs. Plummer and the maids," says he. "They"re almost in hysterics. In the meantime, though, if you could get there and---- Well, use strategy of some kind.
Anything to keep him from catching that car. You understand?"
"I get you," says I. "And it don"t sound enticin" at all. But I"ll see what I can do. If you find me smeared all over the road, though, you"ll know I didn"t pull it off. Also, I"d suggest that you make that soothin"
act of yours speedy."
Course this wakes Vee up, and she wants to know what it"s all about.
"Oh, a little private panic that Norton Plummer is indulgin" in," says I. "Nothin" to get fidgety over. I"ll be back soon."
"But--but you won"t be reckless, will you, Torchy?" she asks.
"Who, me?" says I. "How foolish. Why, I invented that "Safety First"
motto, and side-steppin" trouble is the easiest thing I do. Trust me."
I expect she was some nervous, at that. But she"s a good sport, Vee.
"If you"re needed," says she, "of course I want you to go. But do be careful."
I didn"t need any coaxin". Somehow, I never could get used to roamin"
around in the country after dark. Always seemed sort of spooky. Bein"
brought up in the city, I expect, where the scenery is illuminated constant, accounts for that. So, as I slips out the front gate and down towards the station, I keeps in the middle of the road and glances suspicious at the tree shadows.
Not that I was takin" Plummer"s Hun scare real serious. He"d had a bad case of spy fever recent. Why, only last week he got all stirred up over what he announced was a private wireless outfit that he"d discovered somewhere in the outskirts of Flushing; and when they came to trail it down it turns out to be some new wire clothes-line strung up back of a flat buildin".
Besides, what would an escaped German naval officer be doin" up this way? He"d be more apt to strike for Mexico, wouldn"t he? Still, long as I"d let Plummer put me on the committee, it was up to me to answer any calls. Might be entertainin" to see who he"d mistaken for an enemy alien this time. And if all I was expected to do was spill a little impromptu strategy--well, maybe I could, and then again maybe I couldn"t. I"d take a look, anyway.
It was seein" a light in Danny Shea"s little cottage, back on a side lane, that gave me my original hunch. Danny is one of the important officials of the Long Island Railroad, if you let him tell it. He"s the flagman down where the highway and trolley line cross the tracks at grade, and when his rheumatism ain"t makin" him grouchy he"s more or less amusin" to chin with.
Danny had pestered the section boss until he"d got him to build a little square coop for him, there by the crossin"--a place where he could crawl in between trains, smoke his pipe, and toast himself over a sheet-iron stove about as big as a picnic coffee-pot.
And that sentry-box effect was the pride of Danny"s heart. Most of his spare time and all the money he could bone out of the commuters he spent in improvin" and decoratin" it. He"d cut a couple of round windows, like port-holes, and fitted "em with swingin" sashes. Then he"d tacked on some flower-boxes underneath and filled "em with geraniums.
When he wasn"t waterin" his flowers or coaxin" along his little gra.s.s-plot or addin" another shelf inside, he was paintin" the outside.
Danny"s idea of a swell color scheme seemed to be to get on as many different shades as possible. The roof was red, the sides a bright blue.
But where he spread himself was on the trim. All you had to do to get on the right side of Danny was to lug him out a half-pound can of paint different from any he"d applied so far. He"d use it somehow.
So the window-sashes was picked out in yellow, the side battens loomed up prominent as black lines, and the door-panels was a pale pink. Nearly all the commuters had been touched by Danny for something or other that could be added to the shack. Only a week or so before, I"d got in strong with him by contributin" a new padlock for the door--a vivid red one, like they have on the village jail in vaudeville plays.
And it struck me now that if I had the key to that little box of Danny"s it would make a perfectly good listenin"-post for any midnight sleuthin" I had to do. Most likely he was up dosin" himself or bathin"
his joints.
Well, he was. He didn"t seem any too enthusiastic about lettin" me have the key, though.
"I dunno," says he. ""Tis railroad property, y" understand, and I"d be afther riskin" me job if any thin" should----"
"I know, Danny," says I. "But you tell "em it was commandeered by the U.
S. Army, which is me; and if that don"t square you I"ll have Mr. Baker come on and tell the section boss where he gets off."
"Verra well," says Danny. And in less than five minutes more I"m down there at the crossin", all snug and cozy, peekin" out of them round windows into No Man"s Land.
For a while it was kind of excitin"; but after that it got sort of monotonous. There was about half of an old moon in the sky, and only a few clouds, so you could see fairly well--if there"d been anything to see. But nothing seemed to be stirrin", up or down the road.
What a nut that Norton Plummer was, anyway, feedin" me up with his wild tales in the middle of the night! And why didn"t he show up? Finally I got restless, and walked out where I could rubber up the trolley track.
No sign or sound of a car. Then I looks at my watch again, and figures out it ain"t due for twenty minutes or so. Next I strolls across the railroad to look for Plummer. And, just as I"m pa.s.sin" a big maple tree, out steps this huge party with the whiskers. I nearly jumped out of my puttees.
"Eh?" says I gaspy.
"Gotta match?" says he.
"I--I guess so," says I.
I reached as far as I could when I hands him the box, too. He"s a whale of a man, tall and bulky. And his whiskers are the bristly kind--straw-colored, I should say. He"s wearin" a double-breasted blue coat and a sort of yachtin" cap. Uh-huh! Plummer must have been right.
If this gink wasn"t a Hun naval officer, then what was he? The ayes had it.
He produces a pipe and starts to light up. One match broke, the second had no strikin" head on it, the third just fizzed.
"Gr-r-r-r!" says he.
Then he starts for the crossin", me trailin" along. I saw he had his eye on Danny"s sentry-box, meanin" to get in the lee of it. Even then I didn"t have any bright little idea.
"Waitin" for the trolley?" I throws out.
"What of it?" he growls.
"Oh, no offense," says I hasty. "Maybe there are others."
He just lets out another grunt, and tries one more match with his face up against the side of the shanty. And then, all in a jump, my bean got into gear.
"You might have better luck inside," says I, swingin" open the door invitin".
He don"t even say thank you. He ain"t one of that kind. For a second or so I thought he wasn"t goin" to take any notice; but after one more failure he steps around, inspects the inside of the shanty, and then squeezes himself through the door. At that, he wasn"t all the way in, but by the time he had a match goin" I"d got my nerve back.
"Ah, take the limit, Cap"n," says I.
With that I plants one foot impulsive right where he was widest, gives a quick shove, slams the door shut behind him, and snaps the big padlock through the hasp.