Course, that don"t include Mr. Robert. He seems to think Lady Mildred was some kind of a joke; but, then, I expect he sees so many stunners like her every night, knockin" around at dinner parties and such, that he gets tired lookin" at "em. I"d been carryin" it against him, though, and maybe that"s what put it into my nut to get so gay with Louie.
Louie"s the gent in the leather leggin"s and north-pole outfit that comes around after Mr. Robert every night with the machine. Say, it"s a reg"lar rollin" bay window, that car of Mr. Robert"s! I wouldn"t mind havin" one of that kind taggin" around after me. But if I was pickin" a shover I"d pa.s.s Louie by. He wears his nose too high in the air and is too friendly with himself to suit me. There"s a lot of them honk-honk boys just like him; but he"s the only one I ever has a chance to get real confidential with. It"s like this:
Mr. Robert says to me, "Torchy, if I"m not back by five o"clock, you may tell Louie when he comes that he needn"t wait."
"Sure thing," says I.
Then, when Mr. Robert don"t show up at closin" time, I chases down to the curb and sings out, "Hey, Frenchy, you tip huntin" ex-waiter! It"s back to the garage for yours! And say! After you"ve run your old coal cart into the shed you can go let yourself out as a sign for a fur store. Ah, that"s right. Nothin" doin" here. Skidoo!"
Always makes me feel better after I"ve handed Louie one like that--his ears turns such a lovely pink, specially when there"s a crowd around.
When I has time to chew it over I can think up some beauts. But this night I was goin" to tell you about I didn"t have any warnin" at all.
Mr. Robert was right in the middle of a heart-to-heart talk with a Pittsburg man, when five o"clock comes and the word is sent up that Louie has came.
"Tell him to come back in about half an hour," says Mr. Robert to me.
"Repeat at five-thirt"," says I, sliding out for the elevator.
It was an elegant afternoon,--for pneumonia,--slush and rain and ice-box zephyrs gallopin" up and down the street. Louie didn"t look as though he was enjoyin" it any too much, for all his furs. I was just turnin" up my collar for a dash across the sidewalk and back, when out comes Lady Mildred in a raincoat that was a dream and carryin" a silver-handled umbrella such as you don"t find on the bargain counters. And then I gets my funny thought.
"Carriage for you, miss," says I, grabbin" the rain tent and hoistin"
it. "Right this way, miss."
Say, she"s a dead game sport, Mildred is. Never stopped to ask any fool questions; but prances right out to the car, just as though she"d expected it to be there.
"Take the lady home, and be back after Mr. Robert in half an hour, Louie," says I, jerkin" open the door and handin" her in.
It was about then that I almost had heart failure. Stowed away in the further corner, as comf"table as if he was at the club, was Benny. I forget what the rest of his name is; Mr. Robert never calls him anything but Benny. They"re chums from way back,--travel in the same push, live on the same block, and has the same ideas about killin" time. But that"s as far as the twin description goes. Benny looks and acts about as much like Mr. Robert as a cream puff looks like a ham sandwich. All Benny ever does is put on more fat and grow more cushions on the back of his neck. He"s about five foot three, both ways, one of these rolypoly boys, with dimples all over him, pink and white cheeks, and baby-blue eyes.
Oh, he"s cute, Benny is; but the bashfullest forty-four fat that ever carried a cane, a reg"lar Mr. Shy Ann kind of a duck. He has a lisp when he talks too, and that makes him seem cuter"n ever.
About twice a week he drifts up to the bra.s.s gate and says to me, "Thay, thonny, whereth Bob?" Makes my mouth pucker up like I"d been suckin" a lemon, just to hear him. And if he sees one of the girls lookin"
sideways at him he"ll dodge behind a post.
There he was, though, and there was Mildred pilin" in alongside of him.
She didn"t give any sign of backin" out, and it was too late for me to hedge; so I ups and does the honors.
"Mr. Benny," says I, "Miss Morgan."
"Oh, I--I thay," splutters Benny, makin" a move to bolt, "perhapth I"d better----"
"Forget it!" says I, slammin" the door. "Ding, ding, Louie! Get a move on! If you don"t fetch back here by five-thirt" you lose your job. See?"
Frenchy didn"t need any urgin", though, and he has the wheels goin"
round in no time at all. I watched the car for a couple of blocks and didn"t see anything of Benny jumpin" out of the window; so I reckons that he"s too scared to make the break. I had a picture of him, squeezin" himself up against the side of the tonneau, lookin" at his thumbs, and turnin" all kinds of colors.
"If it don"t give him apoplexy, maybe it"ll do him good," thinks I.
It was funny while it lasted; but when I thinks of what Mr. Robert"ll say when the tale is doped out to him. I has a chill. First off I thought I"d go up and write out my resignation; but then I remembers how long it is since I"ve had the sport of bein" fired, and I makes up my mind to see the thing through.
I was lookin" to be called up on the carpet first thing next mornin", but it don"t come. Mr. Robert never says a word all day long, nor the next, and by that time the thing was gettin" on my nerves. Then Benny bobs up, as usual. I has my eye peeled from the minute he opens the door. He don"t look warlike or anything; but you never can tell about these fat men, so when he hits the gate I dodges behind the water cooler.
"Wha--w"ath the matter, thonny?" says he.
"G"wan!" says I.
"Ithn"t Bob in?" says he.
"Go on in and tell Mr. Robert, if you want to," says I; "but don"t look for any openin" to sit on me. No pancake act for mine!"
He just grins at that; but goes on into the office without makin" a single pa.s.s at me. Course, I was sure the riot act was due inside of an hour. But never a word. Nor Mildred don"t have anything to say, either.
It was like waitin" for a blast that don"t go off.
Things went on that way for a couple of weeks, and I was forgettin"
about it, when Piddie tells me one mornin" that Mildred"s up and quit and n.o.body knows why. About an hour after that Mr. Robert sends for me.
"Torchy," says he, "I"m tracing out a mystery, and as you seem to know about everything that"s going on, I"m going to ask you to help me out."
"Ah, say," says I, "w"at"s the use stringin" out the agony? Benny"s squealed, ain"t he?"
"No," says Mr. Robert. "That"s the point. Benny hasn"t. All I"ve been able to get out of him is that a short time ago he met a very charming young woman--in my car."
"That"s right," says I. "It was me put her in."
"Ah!" says Mr. Robert. "Now we"re getting somewhere."
"Oh, you"ve hit the trail," says I.
"Well," says he, "who was she?"
"Why," says I, "the Lady Mildred."
"Whe-e-e-ew!" says Mr. Robert, through his front teeth. "Not the one that spells such with a T?"
"Ah, chee!" says I. "What"s the odds how she spells, so long as she"s got Lillian Russell in the back row? I didn"t know your fat friend was in the car, anyway, and I thinks Frenchy might as well be cartin" her home in the rain as blockin" traffic on some side street. So I just loads her in and gives Louie the word. She never knew but what you had sense enough to do it yourself. Course, it was a fresh play for me to make; but I"ll stand for it, and if Benny"s feelin"s was hurt, or yours was, you got an elegant show to take it out on me. Come on! Get out the can and the string!"
But you can"t hustle Mr. Robert along that way. When he gets his programme laid out there ain"t any use to try any broad jumps. He wants to know all about Mildred, who she is, where she comes from, and what"s her cla.s.s.
"You can take it from me," says I, "that she"s a star. She"s been up in the top bunch too, I guess; anyone can see that. But so long as she"s jumped the job, where"s the sense in lookin" up her pedigree now?"
"Well," says Mr. Robert, "I am still more or less interested. You see, she and Benny are to be married next month."
"Honest?" says I.
"I have it from Benny himself," says he.
"Did Benny tell you how he worked up the nerve to make such a swift job of it?" says I.
He hadn"t. Near as I could make out, Benny hadn"t told much of anything.
"Well," says I, "he"s picked a winner, ain"t he?"