The Intrusion of Jimmy. Пелам Гренвилл Вудхаус

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СКАЧАТЬ mugs and t'ings to boin, an' dat she's away down Sout', so dere ain't nobody in de house. Gee! I'll soak it to dat ​Swede! It was a raw deal, boss. He was just hopin' to put me in bad wit' you. Dat's bow it was, boss. Honest!"

      The big man listened to this sad story of Grecian gifts in silence. Not so the bull-dog, which growled from start to finish.

      Spike eyed it uneasily.

      "Won't you call off de dawg, boss?" he said.

      The other stooped, and grasped the animal's collar, jerking him away.

      "The same treatment," suggested Jimmy with approval, "would also do a world of good to this playful and affectionate animal—unless he is a vegetarian. In which case, don't bother."

      The big man glowered at him.

      "Who are you?" he demanded.

      "My name," began Jimmy, "is—"

      "Say," said Spike, "he's a champion burglar, boss—"

      The householder shut the door.

      "Eh?" he said.

      "He's a champion burglar from de odder side. He sure is. From Lunnon. Gee, he's de guy! Tell him about de bank you opened, an' de jools you swiped from de duchess, an' de what-d'ye-call-it blowpipe."

      It seemed to Jimmy that Spike was showing a certain want of tact. When you are discovered by a householder—with revolver—in his parlor at half-past three in the morning, it is surely an injudicious ​move to lay stress on your proficiency as a burglar. The householder may be supposed to take that for granted. The side of your character that should be advertised in such a crisis is the non-burglarious. Allusion should be made to the fact that, as a child, you attended Sunday school regularly, and to what the minister said when you took the divinity prize. The idea should be conveyed to the householder's mind that, if let off with a caution, your innate goodness of heart will lead you to reform and to avoid such scenes in future.

      With some astonishment, therefore, Jimmy found that these revelations, so far from prejudicing the man with the revolver against him, had apparently told in his favor. The man behind the gun was regarding him rather with interest than disapproval.

      "So, you're a crook from London, are you?"

      Jimmy did not hesitate. If being a crook from London was a passport into citizens' parlors in the small hours, and, more particularly, if it carried with it also a safe-conduct out of them, Jimmy was not the man to refuse the rôle. He bowed.

      "Well, you'll have to come across, now you're in New York. Understand that! And come across good."

      "Sure, he will," said Spike, charmed that the tension had been relieved, and matters placed upon a pleasant and business-like footing. "He'll be good. He's next to de game, sure."

      "Sure," echoed Jimmy, courteously. He did not ​understand; but things seemed to be taking a turn for the better, so why disturb the harmony?

      "Dis gent," said Spike respectfully, "is boss of de cops. A police-captain," he corrected himself.

      A light broke upon Jimmy's darkness. He wondered he had not understood before. He had not been a newspaper-man in New York for a year without finding out something of the inner workings of the police force. He saw now why the other's manner had changed.

      "Pleased to meet you," he said. "We must have a talk together one of these days."

      "We must," said the police-captain, significantly. He was rich, richer than he had ever hoped to be; but he was still on Tom Tiddler's ground, and meant to make the most of it.

      "Of course, I don't know your methods on this side, but anything that's usual—"

      "I'll see you at my office. Spike Mullins will show you where it is."

      "Very well. You must forgive this preliminary informal call. We came in more to shelter from the rain than anything."

      "You did, did you?"

      Jimmy felt that it behooved him to stand on his dignity. The situation demanded it.

      "Why," he said with some hauteur, "in the ordinary course of business I should hardly waste time over a small crib like—"

      "It's banks fer his," murmured Spike, ​rapturously. "He eats dem alive. An' jools from duchesses."

      "I admit a partiality for jewels and duchesses," said Jimmy. "And, now, as it's a little late, perhaps we had better—Ready, Spike? Good-night, then. Pleased to have met you."

      "I'll see you at my office."

      "I may possibly look in. I shall be doing very little work in New York, I fancy. I am here merely on a vacation."

      "If you do any work at all," said the policeman coldly, "you'll look in at my office, or you'll wish you had when it's too late."

      "Of course, of course. I shouldn't dream of omitting any formality that may be usual. But I don't fancy I shall break my vacation. By the way, one little thing. Have you any objections to my carving a J on your front-door?"

      The policeman stared.

      "On the inside. It won't show. It's just a whim of mine. If you have no objection?"

      "I don't want any of your—" began the policeman.

      "You misunderstand me. It's only that it means paying for a dinner. I wouldn't for the world—"

      The policeman pointed to the window.

      "Out you get," he said, abruptly. "I've had enough of you. And don't you forget to come to my office."

      Spike, still deeply mistrustful of the bull-dog

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      He had gone to sleep thinking of this girl, and here she was. Page 61

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      Rastus, jumped at the invitation. He was through the window and out of sight in the friendly darkness almost before the policeman had finished speaking. Jimmy remained.

      "I shall be delighted—" he had begun. Then, he stopped. In the doorway was standing a girl—a girl whom he recognized. Her startled look told him that she, too, had recognized him.

      Not for the first time since he had set out from his flat that night in Spike's company, Jimmy was conscious of a sense of the unreality of things. It was all so exactly as it would have happened in a dream! He had gone to sleep thinking of this girl, and here she was. But a glance at the man with the revolver brought him back to earth. There was nothing of the dream-world about the police-captain.

      That gentleman, whose back was toward the door, had not observed the addition to the company. Molly had turned the handle quietly, and her slippered feet made no sound. It was the amazed expression on СКАЧАТЬ