But she"s quittin", all the same. Why? Well, maybe Mr. Robert remembers that brother Dan of hers he helped set up as a steam fitter out in Altoona some six or seven years ago? Sure it was a kind act. And Danny has done well. He has fitted steam into some big plants and some elegant houses. And now Danny has a fine home of his own. Yes, with a piano that plays itself, and gilt chairs in the parlor, and a sedan top on the flivver, and beveled gla.s.s in the front door. Also he has a stylish wife who has "an evenin" wrap trimmed with vermin and is learnin" to play that auctioneer"s bridge game." So why should his sister Stella be cookin" for other folks when she might be livin" swell and independent with them? Ain"t there the four nieces and three nephews that hardly knows their aunt by sight? It"s Danny"s wife herself that wrote the letter urgin" her to come.
"And do all the cooking for that big family, I suppose?" suggests Mrs.
Ellins.
"She wasn"t after sayin" as much, ma"am," says Stella, "but would I be sittin" in the parlor with my hands folded, and her so stylish? And Danny always did like my cookin"."
"Why should he not?" asks Mrs. Ellins. "But who would go on adding to your savings account? Don"t be foolish, Stella."
All of which hadn"t gotten "em anywhere. Stella was bent flittin" to Altoona. Ten days more and she would be gone. And as Mr. Robert finishes a piece of Stella"s blue ribbon mince pies and drops a lump of sugar into a cup of Stella"s unsurpa.s.sed after-dinner coffee he lets out a sigh.
"That means, I presume," says he, "hunting up a suite in some apartment hotel, moving into town, and facing a near-French menu three times a day. All because our domestic affairs are not managed on a business basis."
"I suppose you would find some way of inducing Stella to stay--if you were not too busy?" asks Mrs. Robert sarcastic.
"I would," says he.
"What a pity," says she, "that such diplomatic genius must be confined to mere business. If we could only have the benefit of some of it here; even the help of one of your bright young men a.s.sistants. They would know exactly how to go about persuading Stella to stay, I suppose?"
"They would find a way," says Mr. Robert. "They would bring a trained and acute mentality to the problem."
"Humph!" says Mrs. Robert, tossing her head. "We saw that worked out in a play the other night, you remember. Mr. Wise Business Man solves the domestic problem by hiring two private detectives, one to act as cook, the other as butler, and a nice mess he made of it. No, thank you."
"See here, Geraldine," says Mr. Robert. "I"ll bet you a hundred Torchy could go on that case and have it all straightened out inside of a week."
"Done!" says Mrs. Robert.
And in spite of my protests, that"s the way I was let in. But I might not have started so prompt if it hadn"t been for Vee eggin" me on.
"If they do move into town, you know," she suggests, "it will be rather lonesome out here for the rest of the winter. We"ll miss going there for an occasional Sunday dinner, too. Besides, Stella ought to be saved from that foolishness. She--she"s too good a cook to be wasted on such a place as Altoona."
"I"ll say she is," I agrees. "I wish I knew where to begin blockin" her off."
I expect some people would call it just some of my luck that I picks up a clue less"n ten minutes later. Maybe so. But I had to have my ear stretched to get it and even then I might have missed the connection if I"d been doin" a sleep walkin" act. As it is I"m pikin" past the servants" wing out toward the garage to bring around the little car for a start home, and Stella happens to be telephonin" from the butler"s pantry with the window part open. And when Stella "phones she does it like she was callin" home the cows.
About all I caught was "Sure Maggie, dear--Madame Zen.o.bia--two flights up over the agency--Thursday afternoon." But for me and Sherlock that"s as good as a two-page description. And when I"d had my rapid-fire deducer workin" for a few minutes I"d doped out my big idea.
"Vee," says I, when we gets back to our own fireside, "what friend has Stella got that she calls Maggie, dear?"
"Why, that must be the Farlows" upstairs maid," says she. "Why, Torchy?"
"Oh, for instance," says I "And didn"t you have a snapshot of Stella you took once last summer?"
Vee says she"s sure she has one somewhere.
"Dig it out, will you?" says I.
It"s a fairly good likeness, too, and I pockets it mysterious. And next day I spends most of my lunch hour prowlin" around on the Sixth Ave.
hiring line rubberin" at the signs over the employment agencies. Must have been about the tenth hallway I"d scouted into before I ran across the right one. Sure enough, there"s the blue lettered card announcin"
that Madame Zen.o.bia can be found in Room 19, third floor, ring bell. I rang.
I don"t know when I"ve seen a more battered old battle-axe face, or a colder, more suspicious pair of lamps than belongs to this old dame with the henna-kissed hair and the gold hoops in her ears.
"Well, young feller," says she, "if you"ve come p.u.s.s.yfootin" up here from the District Attorney"s office you can just sneak back and report nothing doing. Madame Zen.o.bia has gone out of business. Besides, I ain"t done any fortune tellin" in a month; only high grade trance work, and mighty little of that. So good day."
"Oh, come, lady," says I, slippin" her the confidential smile, "do I look like I did fourth-rate gumshoein" for a livin"? Honest, now?
Besides, the trance stuff is just what I"m lookin" for. And I"m not expectin" any complimentary session, either. Here! There"s a ten-spot on account. Now can we do business?"
You bet we could.
"If it"s in the realm of Eros, young man," she begins, "I think----"
"But it ain"t," says I. "No heart complications at all. This ain"t even a matter of a missin" relative, a lost wrist watch, or gettin" advice on buyin" oil stocks. It"s a case of a cook with a wilful disposition. Get me? I want her to hear the right kind of dope from the spirit world."
"Ah!" says she, her eyes brightenin". "I think I follow you, child of the sun. Rather a clever idea, too. Your cook, is she?"
"No such luck," says I. "The boss"s, or I wouldn"t be so free with the expense money. And listen, Madame; there"s another ten in it if the spirits do their job well."
"Grateful words, my son," says she. "But these high-cla.s.s servants are hard to handle these days. They are no longer content to see the cards laid out and hear their past and future read. Even a simple trance sitting doesn"t satisfy. They must hear bells rung, see ghostly hands waved, and some of them demand a materialized control. But they are so few! And my faithful Al Nekkir has left me."
"Eh?" says I, gawpin".
"One of the best side-kicks I ever worked with, Al Nekkir," says Madame Zen.o.bia, sighin". "He always slid out from behind the draperies at just the right time, and he had the patter down fine. But how could I keep a real artist like that with a movie firm offering him five times the money? I hear those whiskers of his screen lovely. Ah, such whiskers!
Any cook, no matter how high born, would fall for a prophet"s beard like that. And where can I find another?"
Well, I couldn"t say. Whiskers are scarce in New York. And it seems Madame Zen.o.bia wouldn"t feel sure of tacklin" an A1 cook unless she had an a.s.sistant with luxurious face lamberquins. She might try to put it over alone, but she couldn"t guarantee anything. Yes, she"d keep the snapshot of Stella, and remember what I said about the brother in Altoona. Also it might be that she could find a subst.i.tute for Al Nekkir between now and Thursday afternoon. But there wasn"t much chance. I had to let it ride at that.
So Monday was crossed off, Tuesday slipped past into eternity with nothing much done, and half of Wednesday had gone the same way. Mr.
Robert was gettin" anxious. He reports that Stella has set Sat.u.r.day as her last day with them and that she"s begun packin" her trunk. What was I doing about it?
"If you need more time off," says he, "take it."
"I always need some time off," says I, grabbin my hat.
Anyway, it was too fine an afternoon to miss a walk up Fifth Avenue.
Besides, I can often think clearer when my rubber heels are busy. Did you ever try walkin" down an idea? It"s a good hunch. The one I was tryin" to surround was how I could sub in for this Al Nekkir party myself without gettin" Stella suspicious. If I had to say the lines would she spot me by my voice? If she did it would be all up with the game.
Honest, I wasn"t thinkin" of whiskers at all. In fact, I hadn"t considered the proposition, but was workin" on an entirely different line, when all of a sudden, just as I"m pa.s.sin" the stone lions in front of the public library, this freak looms up out of the crowd. Course you can see "most anything on Fifth Avenue, if you trail up and down often enough--about anything or anybody you can see anywhere in the world, they say. And this sure was an odd specimen.
He was all of six feet high and most of him was draped in a brown raincoat effect that b.u.t.toned from his ankles to his chin. Besides that, he wore a green leather cap such as I"ve never seen the mate to, and he had a long, solemn face that was mostly obscured by the richest and rankest growth of bright chestnut whiskers ever in captivity.
I expect I must have grinned. I"m apt to. Probably it was a friendly grin. With hair as red as mine I can"t be too critical. Besides, he was gazin" sort of folksy at people as he pa.s.sed. Still, I didn"t think he noticed me among so many and I hadn"t thought of stoppin" him. I"d gone on, wonderin" where he had blown in from, and chucklin" over that fancy tinted beard, when the first thing I knew here he was at my elbow lookin" down on me.
"Forgive, sahib, but you have the face of a kindly one," says he.
"Well, I"m no consistent grouch, if that"s what you mean," says I.
"What"ll it be?"
"Could you tell to a stranger in a strange land what one does who has great hunger and no rupees left in his purse?" says he.