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"And wife!" exclaimed Cluff loudly. He whistled as a vent to his amazement. "That explains all the talk about a woman a lady in his quinta on the mountains?" "Apparently," said Carroll. "May I see that document, Mr. Sherwen?" The American representative handed him the paper. As he was studying it, Galpy reentered, still scant of breath from excitement and haste.
"What's that about Perkins?" Galpy had entered the drawing-room where the conversation had been carried on, and now crossed over to them. "I'll tell you a good one on the little blighteh. D' you know what they call him at the Club Amicitia since his adventure on the street car, Miss Brewster?" "What?" "'The Unspeakable Perk. Rippin', ain't it? Like 'The Unspeakable Turk, you know."
"Of course, if you wish it. But the other American is an ex- professional baseball player, named Cluff." "What? 'Clipper' Cluff? I knew I'd seen him before!" cried Miss Polly. "He got his start in the New York State League. Why, we're quite old friends, by sight." "As for Galpy, he's an underbred little cockney bounder." "With the most naive line of conversation I've ever listened to.
He's a rum josser for doing things his own way. Now, about the train." And Galpy outlined the plan of departure to the men, who, except Carroll, had gathered about him. The Southerner, unnoticed, had slipped into the room where the scientist's coat lay. Coming out by the lower door, he was intercepted by Miss Polly Brewster.
"Dad says I'd have made a man of affairs," she remarked. "Why, it's just this. You should be planning to leave this country." Miss Brewster bewailed her harsh lot with drooping lip. "Every one wants to drive me away!" "Who else?" "That railroad man, Mr. Galpy, was offering us special inducements to leave, in the form of special trains any time we liked. It isn't hospitable."
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