“No. Shad took him into hiding with him after you got away, I guess. They had you, didn’t they?”
“Uh-huh. In the Dog House, upstairs. I went there to lay a trap for the gent and he out-trapped me.” He scowled. “I remember going there with Whisky Vassos and being bitten by the dog and knocked around by Jeff and a blond kid. Then there was something about a fire and–that’s about all. Who found me? and where?”
“A copper found you crawling on all fours up the middle of Colman Street at three in the morning leaving a trail of blood behind you.”
“I think of funny things to do,” Ned Beaumont said.
3
The small nurse with large eyes opened the door cautiously and put her head in.
Ned Beaumont addressed her in a tired voice: “All right–peekaboo! But don’t you think you’re a little old for that?”
The nurse opened the door wider and stood on the sill holding the edge of the door with one hand. “No wonder people beat you up,” she said. “I wanted to see if you were awake. Mr. Madvig and”–the breathless quality became more pronounced in her voice and her eyes became brighter–“a lady are here.”
Ned Beaumont looked at her curiously and a bit mockingly. “What kind of lady?”
“It’s Miss Janet Henry,” she replied in the manner of one revealing some unexpected pleasant thing.
Ned Beaumont turned on his side, his face away from the nurse. He shut his eyes. A corner of his mouth twitched, but his voice was empty of expression: “Tell them I’m still asleep.”
“You can’t do that,” she said. “They know you’re not asleep–even if they haven’t heard you talking–or I’d’ve been back before this.”
He groaned dramatically and propped himself up on his elbow. “She’d only come back again some other time,” he grumbled. “I might as well get it over with.”
The nurse, looking at him with contemptuous eyes, said sarcastically: “We’ve had to keep policemen in front of the hospital to fight off all the women that’ve been trying to see you.”
“That’s all right for you to say,” he told her. “Maybe you’re impressed by senators’ daughters who are in the roto all the time, but you’ve never been hounded by them the way I have. I tell you they’ve made my life miserable, them and their brown roto-sections. Senators’ daughters, always senators’ daughters, never a representative’s daughter or a cabinet minister’s daughter of an alderman’s daughter for the sake of variety–never anything but– Do you suppose senators are more prolific than–”
“You’re not really funny,” the nurse said. “It’s the way you comb your hair. I’ll bring them in.” She left the room.
Ned Beaumont took a long breath. His eves were shiny. He moistened his lips and then pressed them together in a tight secretive smile, but when Janet Henry came into the room his face was a mask of casual politeness.
She came straight to his bed and said: “Oh, Mr. Beaumont, I was so glad to hear that you were recovering so nicely that I simply had to come.” She put a hand in his and smiled down at him. Though her eyes were not a dark brown her otherwise pure blondness made them seem dark. “So if you didn’t want me to come you’re not to blame Paul. I made him bring me.”
Ned Beaumont smiled back at her and said: “I’m awfully glad you did. It’s terribly kind of you.”
Paul Madvig, following Janet Henry into the room, had gone around to the opposite side of the bed. He grinned affectionately from her to Ned Beaumont and said: “I knew you’d be, Ned. I told her so. How’s it go today?”
“Nobly. Pull some chairs up.”
“We can’t stay,” the blond man replied. “I’ve got to meet M’Laughlin at the Grandcourt.”
“But I don’t,” Janet Henry said. She directed her smile at Ned Beaumont again. “Mayn’t I stay–a little while?”
“I’d love that,” Ned Beaumont assured her while Madvig, coming around the bed to place a chair for her, beamed delightedly upon each of them in turn and said: “That’s fine.” When the girl was sitting beside the bed and her black coat had been laid back over the back of the chair, Madvig looked at his watch and growled: “I’ve got to run.” He shook Ned Beaumont’s hand. “Anything I can get for you?”