There was no doubt that Edwin had effected a thorough bolt. He was having quite a pleasant little vacation: Two Weeks in Sunny New York. And from what I’d seen of him, he seemed to be thriving on it. I didn’t wonder Florence had got rather anxious. She’d have been more anxious if she had seen him when I did. He’d got a sort of “New-York-is-so-bracing” look about him, which meant a whole heap of trouble before he trotted back to the fold.
Well, I started off to interview Mrs. Darrell, and, believe me, I didn’t like the prospect. I think they ought to train A. D. T. messengers to do this sort of thing. I found her alone. The rush hour of clients hadn’t begun.
“How do you do, Mr. Pepper?” she said. “How nice of you to call.”
Very friendly, and all that. It made the situation darned difficult for a fellow, if you see what I mean.
“Say,” I said. “What about it, don’t you know?”
“I certainly don’t,” she said. “What ought I to know about what?”
“Well, about Edwin—Edwin Craye,” I said.
She smiled.
“Oh! So you’re an ambassador, Mr. Pepper?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, I did come to see if I could find out how things were running. What’s going to happen?”
“Are you consulting me professionally? If so, you must show me your hand. Or perhaps you would rather I showed you mine?”
It was subtle, but I got on to it after a bit.
“Yes,” I said, “I wish you would.”
“Very well. Do you remember a conversation we had, Mr. Pepper, my last afternoon at the Crayes’? We came to the conclusion that I was rather a vindictive woman.”
“By George! You’re stringing old Edwin so as to put one over on Florence?”
She flushed a little.
“How very direct you are, Mr. Pepper! How do you know I’m not very fond of Mr. Craye? At any rate, I’m very sorry for him.”
“He’s such a chump.”
“But he’s improving every day. Have you seen him? You must notice the difference?”
“There is a difference.”
“He only wanted taking out of himself. I think he found his sister Florence’s influence a little oppressive sometimes.”
“No, but see here,” I said, “are you going to marry him?”
“I’m only a palmist. I don’t pretend to be a clairvoyant. A marriage may be indicated in Mr. Craye’s hand, but I couldn’t say without looking at it.”
“But I shall have to tell her something definite, or she won’t give me a moment’s peace.”
“Tell her her brother is of age. Surely that’s definite enough?”
And I couldn’t get any more out of her. I went back to Florence and reported. She got pretty excited about it.
“Oh, if I were a man!” she said.
I didn’t see how that would have helped. I said so.
“I’d go straight to Edwin and
“Not if you weren’t a member,” I said.
“—And tell him what I thought of his conduct. As I’m only a woman, I have to wait in the hall while a deceitful small boy pretends to go and look for him.”
It had never struck me before what a splendid institution a club was. Only a few days back I’d been thinking that the subscription to mine was a bit steep. But now I saw that the place earned every cent of the money.
“Have you no influence with him, Reginald?”
I said I didn’t think I had. She called me something. Invertebrate, or something. I didn’t catch it.
“Then there’s only one thing to do. You must find my father and tell him all. Perhaps you may rouse him to a sense of what is right. You may make him remember that he has duties as a parent.”
I thought it far more likely that I should make him remember that he had a foot. I hadn’t a very vivid recollection of old man Craye. I was quite a kid when he made his great speech on the Egg Question and beat it for Europe—but what I did recollect didn’t encourage me to go and chat with him about the duties of a parent.
As I remember him, he was a rather large man with elephantiasis of the temper. I distinctly recalled one occasion when I was spending a school vacation at his home, and he found me trying to shave old Duggie, then a kid of fourteen, with his razor.
“I shouldn’t be able to find him,” I said.
“You can get his address from his lawyers.”
