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"More," said Jimmy, blowing a smoke ring. "She is going to marry me. We are going to marry each other," he explained. McEachern's glare became frightful. He struggled for speech. "I must congratulate you," said Jimmy, "on the way things went off tonight. It was a thorough success. Everybody was saying so. You're the most popular man in the county.
If half those yarns were true he must be a wealthy man by now. We shall hear of him running for mayor one of these days." "Say, Mr. Chames, wasn't youse struck on de goil?" "What girl?" said Jimmy quietly. "Old man McEachern's goil, Molly. Dey used to say dat youse was her steady." "If you don't mind, Spike, friend of my youth, we'll cut out that," said Jimmy.
"If I found one coming after my jewels, and I had a pistol, I'd shoot him." Jimmy met McEachern's eye, and smiled kindly at him. The ex-policeman was looking at him with the gaze of a baffled, but malignant basilisk. "I take very good care no one gets a chance at your diamonds, my dear," said Sir Thomas, without a blush.
At any rate, this house has never been burgled, and I don't think it's likely to be." "Beroofen!" said Jimmy, touching the back of his chair. As he did so, he met McEachern's eye, and smiled kindly at him. The ex-policeman was looking at him with the gaze of a baffled but malignant basilisk. "I take very good care no one gets a chance at my jewels," said Lady Blunt.
McEachern's deep-set eyes gleamed, and his forehead grew red, but he mastered his feelings. "And now " said he, then paused. "Yes?" asked Jimmy. "What are you doing here?" "Nothing, at the moment." "You know what I mean. Why are you here, you and that red-headed devil, Spike Mullins?" He jerked his head in the direction of the door.
He had turned very pale, and his muscles were quivering. Jimmy in this mood had once cleared a Los Angeles bar-room with the leg of a chair in the space of two and a quarter minutes by the clock. "Are you?" he demanded. "Are you?" McEachern's hand, hanging at his side, lifted itself hesitatingly. The fingers brushed against Jimmy's shoulder. Jimmy's lip twitched. "Yes," he said, "do it!
"Why why, I've just grasped the fact that your father your father, mind you is my host. I'm the honored guest. At his house!" The chuckle swelled into a laugh. The noise attracted McEachern's attention, and, looking in the direction whence it proceeded, he caught sight of Molly. With a grin of joy, he made for the sofa. "Well, father, dear?" said Molly nervously. Mr.
Well, I've come very well out of it, at any rate. It seems to me that you're the only one of us who doesn't end happily, Spike. I'm married. McEachern's butted into society so deep that it would take an excavating party with dynamite to get him out of it. Molly. Well, Molly's made a bad bargain, but I hope she won't regret it. We're all going some, except you.
I had no idea you could make such pretty speeches. Pat!" "Well, me dear?" "Don't send for that detective. It really wouldn't do. If it got about that we couldn't trust our guests, we should never live it down. You won't, will you?" "Very well, me dear." What followed may afford some slight clue to the secret of Mr. Patrick McEachern's rise in the world.
In his patrolman days, which had been passed mainly on the East side, this jaw of his had acquired a reputation from Park Row to Fourteenth Street. No gang-fight, however absorbing, could retain the undivided attention of the young blood of the Bowery when Mr. McEachern's jaw hove in sight with the rest of his massive person in close attendance.
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