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So did Long Otto, who, however, being a man of silent habit, made no comment. Throughout the seance and the events which followed it he confined himself to an occasional grunt. He seemed to lack other modes of expression. "Is dis where youse writes up pieces fer de poiper?" enquired Mr. Jarvis. "This is the spot," said John.
John glowered at him. Betty was pink, but composed. Pugsy climbed leisurely on to the roof, and surveyed the group. "Why, hello!" he said, as he saw Betty more closely. "Well, Pugsy," said Betty. "How are you?" John turned in surprise. "Do you know Pugsy?" Betty looked at him, puzzled. "Why, of course I do." "Sure," said Pugsy. "Miss Brown was stenographer on de poiper till she beat it."
His demeanor was like that of some mediaeval knight called back on the eve of starting out to battle with the Paynim for the honor of his lady. "What was that you said about the man who came to you and offered you money?" asked Betty. Her mind had flashed back to Mr. Parker's visit, and her heart was beating quickly. "Sure! He come to me all right an' wants de guy on de poiper fixed.
Is dat right?" he gasped. "Gee! I wisht I'd 'a' known it sooner. Why, a guy come to me and wants to give me half a ton of the long green to go to dat poiper what youse was woikin' on and fix de guy what's runnin' it. An' I truns him down 'cos I don't want you to be frown out of your job. Say, why youse quit woikin' dere?" His eyes narrowed as an idea struck him.
Blob stared, breathing like a beast. "Don't you ave two arms on you?" he asked at last curiously. "I get along very well with one, thank you." "Mus. Poiper, he've got no legs only ends loike," pursued Blob. The Parson hailed him. "Hi! are you coming ashore with us, or will you stay with this gentleman to fight the French?" The boy wagged his head cunningly. "Oi'll goo with Maaster Sir.
Say, who do youse t'ink I nearly bumped me coco ag'in out in de corridor? Why, old man McEachern, de cop. Dat's right!" "Yes?" "Sure. Say, what's he doin' on dis beat? Youse c'u'd have knocked me down wit' a bit of poiper when I see him. I pretty near went down and out. Dat's right. Me heart ain't got back home yet." "Did he recognize you?" "Sure!
And before the Millionaire could collect his wits he saw the four papers he had bought that morning to help beguile a dreary day, snatched into the grimy hands of a small boy and promptly made off with. The man's angry word of remonstrance died on his lips. The boy was darting in and out of the crowd, shouting "Poiper, here's yer poiper!" at the top of his voice.
Barbara felt a qualm of keen disappointment that Billy had fallen again into the old dialect that she had all but eradicated during those days upon distant "Manhattan Island." "I wouldn't o' come up atal," he went on, "if I hadn't o' read in de poiper how youse an' Mallory had busted. I t'ought I'd breeze in an' see wot de trouble was." His eyes had been averted, mostly, as he talked.
Blob dropped his voice to a mysterious whisper. "Squoire Nabowlin. Mus. Poiper tall me." "Who?" "Squoire Nabowlin," reiterated the boy. "Nabowlin Bounabaardie the top Frenchie. See the legs on him! red and gold and buttons and all." The Gentleman was sauntering across the grass towards the cottage, his hands behind him. The Parson brushed aside the mattress, and thrust out, snarling.
While these things passed through my mind rapidly, I heard my friend beneath recommence, for the third time, the air from which his own name had been probably adopted, when he was interrupted by his rustic auditors. 'If thou canst play no other spring but that, mon, ho hadst best put up ho's pipes and be jogging. Squoire will be back anon, or Master Nixon, and we'll see who will pay poiper then.
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