"Well," says I, "unless she enters a prize beauty contest or something like that, you should worry. Even if she does get the idea that you"re holdin" out on her, she won"t dare quit. And you couldn"t do better than that with an Act of Congress. Could you, now?"
At which Mr. Robert folds his hands over his vest and indulges in a cat-and-canary grin. I expect he was thinkin" of them mince pies.
CHAPTER VII
HOW THE GARVEYS BROKE IN
Course, Vee gives me all the credit. Perfectly right, too. That"s the way we have "em trained. But, as a matter of fact, stated confidential and on the side, it was the little lady herself who pushed the starter b.u.t.ton in this affair with the Garveys. If she hadn"t I don"t see where it would ever have got going.
Let"s see, it must have been early in November. Anyway, it was some messy afternoon, with a young snow flurry that had finally concluded to turn to rain, and as I drops off the 5:18 I was glad enough to see the little roadster backed up with the other cars and Vee waitin" inside behind the side curtains.
"Good work!" says I, dashin" out and preparin" to climb in. "I might have got good and damp paddlin" home through this. Bright little thought of yours."
"Pooh!" says Vee. "Besides, there was an express package the driver forgot to deliver. It must be that new floor lamp. Bring it out, will you, Torchy?"
And by the time I"d retrieved this bulky package from the express agent and stowed it inside, all the other commuters had boarded their various limousines and flivver taxis and cleared out.
"h.e.l.lo!" says I, glancin" down the platform where a large and elegant lady is pacin" up and down lonesome. "Looks like somebody has got left."
At which Vee takes a peek. "I believe it"s that Mrs. Garvey," says she.
"Oh!" says I, slidin" behind the wheel and thrown" in the gear.
I was just shiftin" to second when Vee grabs my arm. "How utterly sn.o.bbish of us!" says she. "Let"s ask if we can"t take her home?"
"On the runnin" board?" says I.
"We can leave the lamp until tomorrow," says Vee. "Come on."
So I cuts a short circle and pulls up opposite this imposin" party in the big hat and the ruffled mink coat. She lets on not to notice until Vee leans out and asks:
"Mrs. Garvey, isn"t it?"
All the reply she gives is a stiff nod and I notice her face is pinked up like she was peeved at something.
"If your car isn"t here can"t we take you home?" asks Vee.
She acts sort of stunned for a second, and then, after another look up the road through the sheets of rain, she steps up hesitatin". "I suppose my stupid chauffeur forgot I"d gone to town," says she. "And as all the taxis have been taken I--I---- But you haven"t room."
"Oh, lots!" says Vee. "We will leave this ridiculous package in the express office and squeeze up a bit. You simply can"t walk, you know."
"Well----" says she.
So I lugs the lamp back and the three of us wedges ourselves into the roadster seat. Believe me, with a party the size of Mrs. Garvey as the party of the third part, it was a tight fit. From the way Vee chatters on, though, you"d think it was some merry lark we was indulgin" in.
"This is what I call our piggy car," says she, "for we can never ask but one other person at a time. But it"s heaps better than having no car at all. And it"s so fortunate we happened to see you, wasn"t it?"
Being more or less busy tryin" to shift gears without barkin" Mrs.
Garvey"s knees, and turn corners without skiddin" into the gutter, I didn"t notice for a while that Vee was conductin" a perfectly good monologue. That"s what it was, though. Hardly a word out of our stately pa.s.senger. She sits there as stiff as if she was crated, starin" cold and stony straight ahead, and that peevish flush still showin" on her cheekbones. Why, you"d most think we had her under arrest instead of doin" her a favor. And when I finally swings into the Garvey driveway and pulls up under the porte cochere she untangles herself from the brake lever and crawls out.
"Thank you," says she crisp, adjustin" her picture hat. "It isn"t often that I am obliged to depend on--on strangers." And while Vee still has her mouth open, sort of gaspin" from the slam, the lady has marched up the steps and disappeared.
"Now I guess you know where you get off, eh, Vee?" says I chuckly. "You _will_ pa.s.s up your new neighbors."
"How absurd of her!" says Vee. "Why, I never dreamed that I had offended her by not calling."
"Well, you"ve got the straight dope at last," says I. "She"s as fond of us as a cat is of swimmin" with the ducks. Say, my right arm is numb from being so close to that cold shoulder she was givin" me. Catch me doin" the rescue act for her again."
"Still," says Vee, "they have been livin out here nearly a year, haven"t they? But then----"
At which she proceeds to state an alibi which sounds reasonable enough.
She"d rather understood that the Garveys didn"t expect to be called on.
Maybe you know how it is in one of these near-swell suburbs! Not that there"s any reg"lar committee to pa.s.s on newcomers. Some are taken in right off, some after a while, and some are just left out. Anyway, that"s how it seems to work out here in Harbor Hills.
I don"t know who it was first pa.s.sed around the word, or where we got it from, but we"d been tipped off somehow that the Garveys didn"t belong. I don"t expect either of us asked for details. Whether or not they did wasn"t up to us. But everybody seems to take it that they don"t, and act accordin". Plenty of others had met the same deal. Some quit after the first six months, others stuck it out.
As for the Garveys, they"d appeared from nowhere in particular, bought this big square stucco house on the Sh.o.r.e road, rolled around in their showy limousine, subscribed liberal to all the local drives and charity funds, and made several stabs at bein" folksy. But there"s no response.
None of the bridge-playing set drop in of an afternoon to ask Mrs.
Garvey if she won"t fill in on Tuesday next, she ain"t invited to join the Ladies" Improvement Society, or even the Garden Club; and when Garvey"s application for membership gets to the Country Club committee he"s notified that his name has been put on the waitin" list. I expect it"s still there.
But it"s kind of a jolt to find that Mrs. Garvey is sore on us for all this. "Where does she get that stuff?" I asks Vee, after we get home.
"Who"s been telling her we handle the social blacklist for the Roaring Rock district of Long Island?"
"I suppose she thinks we have done our share, or failed to do it," says Vee. "And perhaps we have. I"m rather sorry for the Garveys. I"m sure I don"t know what"s the matter with them."
I didn"t, either. Hadn"t given it a thought, in fact. But I sort of got to chewin" it over. Maybe it was the flashy way Mrs. Garvey dressed, and the noisy laugh I"d occasionally heard her spring on the station platform when she was talking to Garvey. Not that all the lady members of the Country Club set are shrinkin" violets who go around costumed in Quaker gray and whisper their remarks modest. Some are about as spiffy dressers as you"ll see anywhere and a few are what I"d call speedy performers. But somehow you know who they are and where they came from, and make allowances. They"re in the swim, anyway.
The trouble might be with Garvey. He"s about the same type as the other half of the sketch--a big, two-fisted ruddy-faced husk, attired sporty in black and white checks, with gray gaiters and a soft hat to match the suit. Wore a diamond-set Shriners" watch fob, and an Elks" emblem in his b.u.t.tonhole. Course, you wouldn"t expect him to have any gentle, ladylike voice, and he don"t. I heard he"d been sent on as an eastern agent of some big Kansas City packin" house. Must have been a good payin" line, for he certainly looks like ready money. But somehow he don"t seem to be popular with our bunch of commuters, although at first I understand he tried to mix in free and easy.
Anyway, the verdict appears to be against lettin" the Garveys in, and we had about as much to do with it as we did about fixin" the price of coal, or endin" the sugar shortage. Yet here when we try to do one of "em a good turn we get the cold eye.
"Next time," says I, "we"ll remember we are strangers, and not give her an openin" to throw it at us."
So I"m a little surprised the followin" Sunday afternoon to see the Garvey limousine stoppin" out front. As I happens to be wanderin" around outside I steps up to the gate just as Garvey is gettin" out.
"Ah, Ballard!" he says, cordial. "I want to thank you and Mrs. Ballard for picking Mrs. Garvey up the other day when our fool chauffeur went to sleep at the switch. It--it was mighty decent of you."
"Not at all," says I "Couldn"t do much less for a neighbor, could we?"
"Some could," says he. "A whole lot less. And if you don"t mind my saying so, it"s about the first sign we"ve had that we were counted as neighbors."
"Oh, well," says I, "maybe n.o.body"s had a chance to show it before. Will you come in a minute and thaw out in front of the wood fire?"
"Why--er--I suppose it ain"t reg"lar," says he, "but blamed if I don"t."