The Unspeakable Perk by Samuel Hopkins Adams
VIII
LOS YANKIS
Luncheon on the day following the kiskadee bird's narrow squeak for hislife was a dreary affair for Mr. Fitzhugh Carroll. Business had calledMr. Brewster away. This deprivation the Southerner would have bornewith equanimity. But Miss Brewster had also absented herself, which wasrather too much for the devoted, but apprehensive, lover. Thus, ampletime was given him to consider how ill his suit was prospering. Thelonger he stayed, the less he saw of Miss Polly. That she was kinderand more gentle, less given to teasing him than of yore, was poorcompensation. He was shrewd enough to draw no good augury from that.Something had altered her, and he was divided between suspicion of thelast week's mail, the arrival of which had been about contemporaneouswith her change of spirit, and some local cause. Was a letter fromSmith, the millionaire, or Bobby, the friend of her childhood,responsible? Or was the cause nearer at hand?
For one preposterous moment he thought of the Unspeakable Perk. A quickvisualization of that gnomish, froggish face was enough to dispel thesuspicion. At least the petted and rather fastidious Miss Brewster'sfancy would be captured only by a gentleman, not by any such homunculusas the mountain dweller. Her interest, perhaps; the man possessed thebizarre attraction of the freakish. But anything else was absurd. Andthe knight was inclined to attaint his lady for a certain cruelty in thematter; she was being something less than fair to the Unspeakable Perk.
The searchlight of his surmise ranged farther. Raimonda! The youngCaracunan was handsome, distinguished, manly, with a romantic charm thatthe American did not underestimate. He, at least, was a gentleman, andthe assiduity of his attentions to the Northern beauty had become thejoke of the clubs--except when Raimonda was present. By the sametoken, half of the gilded youth of the capital, and most of the youngdiplomats, were the sworn slaves of the girl. It was a confused field,indeed. Well, thank Heaven, she would soon be out of it! Word had comedown from her that she was busy packing her things. Carroll wanderedabout the hotel, waiting for the news that would explain thispreparation.
It came, at mid-afternoon, in the person of Miss Polly herself. Whypacking trunks, with the aid of an experienced maid, should, even in ahot climate, produce heavy circles under the eyes, a droop at the mouthcorners, and a complete submersion of vivacity, is a problem whichCarroil then and there gave up. He had too much tact to question orcomment.
"Oh, I'm so tired!" she said, giving him her hand. "Have you muchpacking to do, Fitzhugh?"
"No one has given me any notice to get ready, Miss Polly."
"How very neglectful of me! We may leave at any time."
"Yes; you may. But my ship doesn't seem to be coming in very fast."
The double entente was unintentional, but the girl winced.
"Aren't you coming with us on the yacht?"
"Am I?" His handsome face lighted hopefully.
"Of course. Dad expects you to. What kind of people should we be toleave any friend behind, with matters as they are?"
"Ah, yes." The hope passed out of his face. "Dictates of humanity, andthat sort of thing. I think, if you and Mr. Brewster--"
"Please don't be silly, Fitz," she pleaded. "You know it would make memost unhappy to leave you."
Rarely did the scion of Southern blood and breeding lose theself-control and reserve on which he prided himself, but he had beenharassed by events to an unwonted strain of temper.
"Is it making you unhappy to leave any one else here?" he blurted out.
The challenge stirred the girl's spirit.
"No, indeed! I wouldn't care if I never saw any of them again. I'm tiredof it all. I want to go home," she said, like a pathetic child.
"Oh, Miss Polly," he began, taking a step toward her, "if you'd only letme--"
She put up one little sunburned hand.
"Please, Fitz! I--I don't feel up to it to-day."
Humbly he subsided.
"I'd no right to ask you the question," he apologized. "It was kind ofyou to answer me at all."
"You're really a dear, Fitz," she said, smiling a little wanly."Sometimes I wish--"
She did not finish her sentence, but wandered over to the window, andgazed out across the square. On the far side something quite out of theordinary seemed to be going on.
"The legless beggar seems to have collected quite an audience," sheremarked idly.
Her suitor joined her on the parlor balcony.
"Possibly he's starting a revolution. Any one can do it down here."
Vehement adjuration, in a high, strident voice, came floating across tothem.
"Listen!" cried the girl. "He's speaking. English, isn't he?"
"It seems to be a mixture of English, French, and Spanish. Quite apolyglot the friend of your friend Perkins appears to be."
She turned steady eyes upon him.
"Mr. Perkins is not my friend."
"No?"
"I never want to see him, or to hear his name again."
"Ah, then you've found out about him?"
"Yes." She flushed. "Yes--at least--Yes," she concluded.
"He admitted it to you?"
"No, he lied about it."
"I think I shall go up and make a call on Mr. Perkins," said Carroll,with formidable quiet.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," she answered wearily. "He'd only run away andhide." As she said it, her inner self convicted her tongue of lying.
"Very likely. Yet, see here, Miss Polly,--I want to be fair to thatfellow. It doesn't follow that because he's a coward he's a cad."
"He isn't a coward!" she flashed.
"You just said yourself that he'd run and hide."
"Well, he wouldn't, and he IS a cad."
"As you like. In any case, I shall make it a point to see him before Ileave. If he can explain, well and good. If not--" He did not conclude.
"Our orator seems to have finished," observed the girl. "I shall go backupstairs and write some good-bye notes to the kind people here."
"Just for curiosity, I think I'll drive across and look at the leglessDemosthenes," said her companion. "I was going to do a little shopping,anyway. So I'll report later, if he's revoluting or anything exciting."
From her own balcony, when she reached it, Polly had a less obstructedview of the beggar's appropriated corner, and she looked out a fewminutes after she reached the room to see whether he had resumed hisoratory. Apparently he had not, for the crowd had melted away. Thelegless one was rocking himself monotonously upon his stumps. His headwas sunk forward, and from his extraordinary mouthings the spectatorjudged that he must be talking to himself with resumed vehemence. Fromwhat next passed before her astonished vision, Miss Brewster would havesuspected herself of a hallucination of delirium had she not been sureof normal health.
One of the well-horsed, elegant little public victorias with which thecity is so well supplied stopped at the curb, and the handsome head ofPreston Fairfax Fitzhugh Carroll was thrust forth. At almost the samemoment the Unspeakable Perk appeared upon the steps. He was wearinga pair of enormous, misfit white gloves. He went down to the beggar,reached forth a hand, and, to the far-away spectator's wonder-struckinterpretation, seemed to thrust something, presumably a document, intothe breast of the mendicant's shirt. Having performed this strange rite,he leaped up the steps, hesitated, rushed over to Carroll's equipage,and laid violent hands upon the occupant, with obvious intent to drawhim forth. For a moment they seemed to struggle upon the sidewalk; thenboth rushed upon the unfortunate beggar and proceeded to kidnap him andthrust him bodily into the cab.
The driver turned in his seat at this point, his cue in the mad farcehaving been given, and opened speech with many gestures, whereuponCarroll arose and embraced him warmly. And with this grouping,the vehicle, bearing its lunatic load, sped around the corner anddisappeared, while the sole interested witness retired to obscurity,with her reeling head between her hands.
One final touch of phantasy was given to the whole affair when, twohours later, she met Carroll, soiled and grimy, co
What in the name of all the wonders could it mean? On Mr. Brewster'sreturn, she laid the matter before him at the dinner table.
"Touch of the sun, perhaps," he hazarded. "Nothing else I know of wouldexplain it."
"Do two Americans, a half-breed beggar, and a local coachman getsunstruck at one and the same time?" she inquired disdainfully.
"Doesn't seem likely. By your account, though, the crippled beggar seemsto have been the little Charlie Ross of melodrama."
"Then why didn't he shout for help? I listened, but didn't hear a soundfrom him."
"Movie-picture rehearsal," grunted Mr. Brewster. "I can't quite see theheir of all the Virginias in the part. Isn't he coming down to dinnerthis evening?"
"His dinner was sent up to his room. Isn't it extraordinary?"
"Ask Sherwen about it. He's coming around this evening for coffee in ourrooms."
But the American representative had something else on his mind besidescasual kidnapings.
"I've just come from a talk with the British Minister," he remarked,setting down his cup. "He's officially in charge of American interests,you know."
"Thought you were," said Mr. Brewster.
"Officially, I have no existence. The United States of America is wipedoff the map, so far as the sovereign Republic of Caracuna is concerned.Some of its politicians wouldn't be over-grieved if the local Americansunderwent the same process. The British Minister would, I'm sure, sleepeasier if you were all a thousand miles away from here."
"Tell Sir Willet that he's very ungallant," pouted Miss Polly. "WhenI sat next to him at dinner last week he offered to establish womansuffrage here and elect me next president if I'd stay."
Sherwen hardly paid this the tribute of a smile.
"That was before he found out certain things. The Hochwald Legation"--helowered his voice--"is undoubtedly stirring up anti-American sentiment."
"But why?" inquired Mr. Brewster. "There's enough trade for them and forus?"
"For one thing, they don't like your concessions, Mr. Brewster. Thenthey have heard that Dr. Pruyn is on his way, and they want to makeall the trouble they can for him, and make it impossible for him toget actual information of the presence of plague. I happen to know thattheir consul is officially declaring fake all the plague rumors."
"That suits me," declared the magnate. "We don't want to have to runDutch and quarantine blockade both."
"Meantime, there are two or three cheap but dangerous demagogues whohave been making anti-'Yanki,' as they call us, speeches in the slums.Sir Willet doesn't like the looks of it. If there were any way in whichyou could get through, and to sea, it would be well to take it at once.Am I correct in supposing that you've taken steps to clear the yacht,Mr. Brewster?"
"Yes. That is, I've sent a message. Or, at least, so my daughter, towhose management I left it, believes."
"Don't tell me how," said Sherwen quickly. "There is reason to believethat it has been dispatched."
"You've heard something?"
"I have a message from our consul at Puerto del Norte, Mr. Wisner."
"For me?" asked the concessionaire.
"Why, no," was the hesitant reply. "It isn't quite clear, but it seemsto be for Miss Brewster."
"Why not?" inquired that young lady coolly. "What is it?"
"The best I could make of it over the phone--Wisner had to beguarded--was that people planning to take Dutch leave would better paytheir parting calls by to-morrow at the latest."
"That would mean day after to-morrow, wouldn't it?" mused the girl.
"If it means anything at all," substituted her father testily.
"Meantime, how do you like the Gran Hotel Kast, Miss Brewster?" askedSherwen.
"It's awful beyond words! I've done nothing but wish for a brigade ofBiddies, with good stout mops, and a government permit to clean up. I'dgive it a bath!"
"Yes, it's pretty bad. I'm glad you don't like it."
"Glad? Is every one ag'in' poor me?"
"Because--well, the American Legation is a very lonely place. Now, thepresence of an American lady--"
"Are you offering a proposal of marriage, Mr. Sherwen?" twinkled thegirl. "If so--Dad, please leave the room."
"Knock twenty years off my battle-scarred life and you wouldn't besafe a minute," he retorted. "But, no. This is a measure of safety.Sir Willet thinks that your party ought to be ready to move into theAmerican Legation on instant notice, if you can't get away to seato-morrow."
"What's the use, if the legation has no official existence?" asked Mr.Brewster.
"In a sense it has. It would probably be respected by a mob. And, at theworst, it adjoins the British Legation, which would be quite safe. If itweren't that Sir Willet's boy has typhoid, you'd be formally invited togo there."
"It's very good of you," said Miss Polly warmly. "But surely it would bean awful nuisance to you."
"On the contrary, you'd brace up my far-too-casual old housekeeper andget the machinery running. She constantly takes advantage of my bachelorignorance. If you say you'll come, I'll almost pray for the outbreak."
"Certainly we'll come, at any time you notify us," said Mr. Brewster."And we're very grateful. Shall you have room for Mr. Carroll, too?"
"By all means. And I've notified Mr. Cluff. You won't mind his beingthere? He's a rough diamond, but a thoroughly decent fellow."
"Useful, too, in case of trouble, I should judge," said the magnate."Then I'll wait for further word from you."
"Yes. I've got my men out on watch."
"Wouldn't it be--er--advisable for us to arm ourselves?"
"By no means! There's just one course to follow; keep the peace at anyprice, and give the Hochwaldians not the slightest peg on which to hanga charge that Americans have been responsible for any trouble that mightarise. May I ask you," he added significantly, "to make this clear toMr. Carroll?"
"Leave that to me," said Miss Brewster, with superb confidence.
"Content, indeed! You'll find our locality very pleasant, Miss Brewster.Three of the other legations are on the same block, not including theHochwaldian, which is a quarter of a mile down the hill. On our corneris a house where several of the English railroad men live, and across isthe Club Amicitia, made up largely of the jeunesse doree, who are mostlypro-American. So you'll be quite surrounded by friends, not to sayadherents."
"Call on me to housekeep for you at any time," cried Polly gayly. "I'llbegin to roll up my sleeves as soon as I get dressed to-morrow."