"My name"s Nelly Bryant," said the girl. "That parrot belongs to me."
"Oh, I see."
"I heard you say to the cop that you lived here, so I came along to tell your folks what had happened, so that they could do something.
The maid said that your uncle was expected any minute, so I waited."
"That was awfully good of you."
"Dashed good," said Freddie.
"Oh, no! Honest, I don"t know how to thank you for what you did. You don"t know what a pal Bill is to me. It would have broken me all up if that plug-ugly had killed him."
"But what a shame you had to wait so long."
"I liked it."
Nelly Bryant looked about the room wistfully. This was the sort of room she sometimes dreamed about. She loved its subdued light and the pulpy cushions on the sofa.
"You"ll have some tea before you go, won"t you?" said Jill, switching on the lights.
"It"s very kind of you."
"Why, hullo!" said Freddie. "By Jove! I say! We"ve met before, what?"
"Why, so we have!"
"That lunch at Oddy"s that young Threepwood gave, what?"
"I wonder you remember."
"Oh, I remember. Quite a time ago, eh? Miss Bryant was in that show, "Follow the Girl," Jill, at the Regal."
"Oh, yes. I remember you took me to see it."
"Dashed odd meeting again like this!" said Freddie. "Really rummy!"
Jane, the parlormaid, entering with tea, interrupted his comments.
"You"re American, then?" said Jill, interested. "The whole company came from New York, didn"t they?"
"Yes."
"I"m half American myself, you know. I used to live in New York when I was very small, but I"ve almost forgotten what it was like. I remember a sort of over-head railway that made an awful noise ..."
"The Elevated!" murmured Nelly devoutly. A wave of homesickness seemed to choke her for a moment.
"And the air. Like champagne. And a very blue sky."
"Yes," said Nelly in a small voice.
"I shouldn"t half mind popping over New York for a bit," said Freddie, unconscious of the agony he was inflicting. "I"ve met some very sound sportsmen who came from there. You don"t know a fellow named Williamson, do you?"
"I don"t believe I do."
"Or Oakes?"
"No."
"That"s rummy! Oakes has lived in New York for years."
"So have about seven million other people," interposed Jill. "Don"t be silly, Freddie. How would you like somebody to ask of you if you knew a man named Jenkins in London?"
"I do know a man named Jenkins in London," replied Freddie triumphantly.
Jill poured out a cup of tea for her visitor, and looked at the clock.
"I wonder where Uncle Chris has got to," she said. "He ought to be here by now. I hope he hasn"t got into any mischief among the wild stock-brokers down at Brighton."
Freddie laid down his cup on the table and uttered a loud snort.
"Oh, Freddie, darling!" said Jill remorsefully. "I forgot!
Stock-brokers are a painful subject, aren"t they!" She turned to Nelly. "There"s been an awful slump on the Stock Exchange today, and he got--what was the word, Freddie?"
"Nipped!" said Freddie with gloom.
"Nipped!"
"Nipped like the d.i.c.kens!"
"Nipped like the d.i.c.kens!" Jill smiled at Nelly. "He had forgotten all about it in the excitement of being a jailbird, and I went and reminded him."
Freddie sought sympathy from Nelly.
"A silly a.s.s at the club named Jimmy Monroe told me to take a flutter in some rotten thing called Amalgamated Dyes. You know how it is, when you"re feeling devilish fit and cheery and all that after dinner, and somebody sidles up to you and slips his little hand in yours and tells you to do some fool thing. You"re so dashed nappy you simply say "Right-ho, old bird! Make it so!" That"s the way I got had!"
Jill laughed unfeelingly.
"It will do you good, Freddie. It"ll stir you up and prevent you being so silly again. Besides, you know you"ll hardly notice it.
You"ve much too much money as it is."
"It"s not the money. It"s the principle of the thing. I hate looking a frightful chump."
"Well, you needn"t tell anybody. We"ll keep it a secret. In fact, we"ll start at once, for I hear Uncle Chris outside. Let us dissemble. We are observed! ... Hullo, Uncle Chris!"
She ran down the room, as the door opened, and kissed the tall, soldierly man who entered.
"Well, Jill, my dear."
"How late you are. I was expecting you hours ago."