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Raish Pulcifer had his wife resurrect his black-and-white striped flannel trousers from the moth chest and hang them in the yard. "No use talkin'," so Zach Bloomer declared, "summer is headin' down our way. She'll be here afore we know it." She was. One pleasant morning Galusha, emerging from the Phipps' "side door," saw workmen about the premises of the Restabit Inn.
Galusha smiled in a fatherly fashion upon them both. "I had quite a series of adventures after leaving you," he went on. "Quite a series yes." He told briefly of his losing his way, of his meeting with Raish Pulcifer, of his tramp in the rain, and of his collapse in the Phipps' sitting room. "So that is ah my Odyssey," he concluded.
Cabot glanced at her. "I see," he observed. "Well, what sort of a character is he? Would you trust him?" She hesitated. "Why why," she replied, "I suppose I should, if if " "If he was not too far away, or around the corner, or anything like that? I understand." Martha was a bit disturbed. "You mustn't put words in my mouth, Mr. Cabot," she said. "I didn't say Raish Pulcifer was dishonest."
Pulcifer, rubbing his bumped head and puffing from surprise and the exertion of stooping, stared wide-eyed at the speaker. The latter was no one he knew, so much was sure, to begin with. The first impression Raish gained was of an overcoat and a derby hat. Then he caught the glitter of spectacles beneath the hat brim.
Galusha rubbed his chin. "I have often wondered," he said, "why no summer cottage has been built just here. The spot would seem to possess very marked advantages. Very ah very much so." The light keeper cleared his throat. "Zach said he see Raish comin' out of your gate t'other day," he said. "Been to see Martha about her shares then, had he?"
At South Wellmouth, his first port of call, he had strengthened his political fences by dropping in upon and chatting with several acquaintances who prided themselves upon being "in the know" concerning local political opinion and drift. Mr. "Raish" Pulcifer no one in Ostable county ever referred to him as Horatio had already held the positions of town clerk, selectman, constable and postmaster.
Bangs, the feelin' has been growin' on me that you were probably the wisest man in the world about some things and the most simple and impractical about others. Over there in Egypt you know everything, I do believe. And yet right down here on Cape Cod you need somebody to keep Ras Beebe and Raish Pulcifer from cheatin' you out of your last cent. That's what I thought. 'Mr.
"Haw, haw, haw!" roared Raish. "Look at him! Don't he look like a bullfrog under a lily pad? Eh? Don't he now? Haw, haw, haw!" Erastus Beebe joined in the laugh, but he shook his head. "I've had that cap in stock," he said, "since well, since George Cahoon's son used to come down drummin' for that Boston hat store, and he quit much as eight year ago, anyhow.
Now, startled by Pulcifer's statement that he had seen Miss Hallett, he let go his hold. And a playful gust lifted the hat from his head, whirled it like an aerial teetotum and sent it rolling and tumbling to the feet of the pair by the cemetery gate. Jethro Hallett jumped aside. "Good Lord! What is it?" he shouted. "It's a a hat, ain't it?" cried Raish. From around the tomb hastened Mr. Bangs.
And there's some one with him, or coming after him. It looks like Yes, it's Raish Pulcifer." Miss Hallett was very much distressed. "Oh, dear, dear, dear!" she cried. "If father finds us there will be another dreadful time. And I wouldn't have Raish Pulcifer see and hear it, of all people in the world. Oh, WHAT made father come? Nelson, can't we run away before he gets here?
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