"Thank you!"
""Pon my word you do--a bit under the weather, you know----"
"Woman"s only friend and protector--a headache," she said, gaily rattling off more rag-time. "Where did you go, Langly?"
"To look over some silly horses----"
"They"re fine nags!" remonstrated Molly--"and I was perfectly sure that Langly would buy half a dozen."
"Not I," said that hatchet-faced young man; and into his sleek and restless features came a glimmer of shrewdness--the sly thrift that lurks in the faces of those who bargain much and wisely in petty wares.
It must have been a momentary ancestral gleam from his rum-smuggling ancestors, for Langly Sprowl had never dealt in little things.
Chrysos Lacy was saying: "It"s adorable to see you again, Ricky. What _is_ this we hear about you and Lord Dankmere setting up shop?"
"It"s true," he laughed. "Come in and buy an old master, Chrysos, at bargain prices."
"I shall insist on Jim buying several," said Molly.
Her husband laughed derisively:
"When I can buy a perfectly good Wright biplane for the same money? Come to earth, Molly!"
"You"ll come to earth if you go sky-skating around the clouds in that horrid little Stinger, Jim," she said. "Why couldn"t _you_ take out the Stinger for a little exercise?"--turning to Sprowl.
"I"m going to," said Sprowl in his full penetrating voice, not conscious that it required courage to risk a flight with the Stinger. n.o.body had ever imputed any lack of that sort of courage to Langly Sprowl. He simply did not understand bodily fear.
Strelsa glanced up at him from the piano:
"It"s rather risky, isn"t it?"
He merely stared at her out of his slightly protruding eyes as though she were speaking an unfamiliar language.
"Jim," said Quarren, "would you mind taking me as a pa.s.senger?"
Wycherly, reckless enough anyway, balked a little at the proposition:
"That Stinger is too light and too tricky I"m afraid."
"Isn"t she built for two?"
"Well, I suppose she _could_ get off the ground with you and me----"
"All right; let"s try her?"
"Jim! I won"t let you," said his wife.
"Don"t be silly, Molly. Rix and I are not going up if she won"t take us----"
"I forbid you to try! It"s senseless!"
Her husband laughed and finished his whisky and soda. Then twirling his motor goggles around his fingers he stood looking at Strelsa.
"You"re a pretty little peach," he said sentimentally, "and I"m sorry Molly is here or----"
"Do _you_ care?" laughed Strelsa, looking around at him over her shoulder. "_I_ don"t mind being adored by _you_, Jim."
"Don"t you, sweetness?"
"Indeed I don"t."
Wycherly started toward her: Langly Sprowl, who neither indulged in badinage nor comprehended it in others, turned a perfectly expressionless face on his host, who said:
"You old m.u.f.fin head, did you ever smile in your life? You"d better try now because I"m going to take your best girl away from you!"
Which bored Sprowl; and he turned his lean, narrow head away as a sleek and sinister dog turns when laughed at.
Strelsa slipped clear of the piano and vanished, chased heavily by Wycherly.
Molly said: "It"s time to dress, good people. Langly, your man is upstairs with your outfit. Come, Chrysos, dear--Rix, have you everything you want?" she added in a low voice as he stood aside for her to pa.s.s: "Have you _everything_, Ricky?"
"Nothing," he said.
"The little minx! _Is_ it Langly?"
"Yes."
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" And, aloud: "Jim! Do let Langly try out the Stinger to-morrow."
Her husband, who had given up his search for Strelsa, said that Sprowl was welcome.
People scattered to their respective quarters; Quarren walked slowly to his. Sprowl, pa.s.sing with his mincing, nervous stride, said: "How"s little Dankmere?"
"All right," replied Quarren briefly.
"Cheap little beggar," commented Sprowl.
"He happens to be my partner," said the other.
"He suits your business no doubt," said Sprowl with a contempt he took no pains to conceal--a contempt which very plainly included Quarren as well as the Earl and the picture business.
Arrived at his door he glanced around to stare absently at Quarren. The latter said, pleasantly:
"I don"t suppose you meant to be offensive, Sprowl; you simply can"t help it; can you?"
"What?"
"I mean, you can"t help being a bounder. It"s just in you, isn"t it?"
For a moment Sprowl"s hatchet face was ghastly; he opened his mouth to speak, twice, then jerked open his door and disappeared.