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It has merely happened. Where did you come from?" "From America; got back yesterday." T. Tembarom's hand-shake was a robust hearty greeting. "It's all right." "From America!" The united voices of the solicitors exclaimed it. Joseph Hutchinson broke into a huge guffaw, and he stamped in exultation. "I'm danged if be has na' been to America!" he cried out. "To America!" "Oh!"
He says I've done first- rate, and if I go on, he'll run me up to thirty." "Well, I'm danged glad of it, lad, that I am!" Hutchinson gave in handsomely. "You put backbone into it." Little Ann stood near, smiling. Her smile met Tembarom's. "I know you're glad, Little Ann," he said. "I'd never have got there but for you. It was up to me, after the way you started me."
Galton loomed up before him a sort of god, and though the editor was a man with a keen, though wearied, brain and a sense of humor, the situation was one naturally productive of harmonious relations. He was of the many who unknowingly came in out of the cold and stood in the glow of Tembarom's warm fire, or took refuge from the heat in his cool breeze.
Confectioners supplied not only weddings, but refreshments for receptions and dances. Dances suggested the "halls" in which they were held. You could get information at such places. Then there were the churches, and the florists who decorated festal scenes. Tembarom's excitement grew as he talked. One plan led to another; vistas opened on all sides.
The smallest change in the routine of existence thrilled her with excitement. Tembarom's casual references to his strenuous boyhood caused her eyes to widen with eagerness to hear more. Having seen this, he found keen delight in telling her stories of New York life stories of himself or of other lads who had been his companions. She would drop her work and gaze at him almost with bated breath.
He was not very well when he came, but he seems better to-day, sir, only he's very anxious to see you." "That's all right," said Tembarom. "You show me his room. I'll go and see him now." And being led by Pearson, he went without delay. The chief objection to Temple Barholm in Tembarom's mind was that it was too big for any human use. That at least was how it struck him.
When the curtain drew up on Tembarom's amazing drama, Strangeways had been occupying his bed nearly three weeks, and he himself had been sleeping on a cot Mrs. Bowse had put up for him in his room.
At the head of the first flight hung an enormous piece of tapestry, its forest and hunters and falconers awakening Tembarom's curiosity, as it looked wholly unlike any picture he had ever seen in a shop-window. There were pictures everywhere, and none of them looked like chromos. Most of the people in the portraits were in fancy dress.
On his own part, he was as ready to answer questions as to ask them. In fact, he led Tembarom on to asking. "I will tell you how I played" had been meant. He made a human document of the history he enlarged, he brilliantly diverged, he included, he made pictures, and found Tembarom's point of view or lack of it gave spice and humor to relations he had thought himself tired of.
It was she who suggested that they must have a name for him, and the name of a part of Manchester had provided one. There was a place called Strangeways, and one night when, in talking to her father, she referred to it in Tembarom's presence, he suddenly seized upon it. "Strangeways," he said. "That'd make a good-enough name for him. Let's call him Mr. Strangeways.
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