THE INTRUSION OF JIMMY BY P.G. WODEHOUSE
THE INTRUSION OF JIMMY BY P.G. WODEHOUSE
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. JIMMY MAKES A BET
II. PYRAMUS AND THISBE
III. MR. MCEACHERN
IV. MOLLY
V. A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
VI. AN EXHIBITION PERFORMANCE
VII. GETTING ACQUAINTED
VIII. AT DREEVER
IX. FRIENDS, NEW AND OLD
X. JIMMY ADOPTS A LAME DOG
XI. AT THE TURN OF THE ROAD
XII. MAKING A START
XIII. SPIKE’S VIEWS
XIV. CHECK AND A COUNTER MOVE
XV. MR. McEACHERN INTERVENES
XVI. A MARRIAGE ARRANGED
XVII. JIMMY REMEMBERS SOMETHING
XVIII. THE LOCHINVAR METHOD
XIX. ON THE LAKE
XX. A LESSON IN PICQUET
XXI. LOATHSOME GIFTS
XXII. TWO OF A TRADE DISAGREE
XXIII. FAMILY JARS
XXIV. THE TREASURE-SEEKER
XXV. EXPLANATIONS
XXVI. STIRRING TIMES FOR SIR THOMAS
XXVII. A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
XXVIII. SPENNIE’S HOUR OF CLEAR VISION
XXIX. THE LAST ROUND
XXX. CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
JIMMY MAKES A BET
The main smoking-room of the Strollers’ Club had been filling for
the last half-hour, and was now nearly full. In many ways, the
Strollers’, though not the most magnificent, is the pleasantest club
in New York. Its ideals are comfort without pomp; and it is given
over after eleven o’clock at night mainly to the Stage. Everybody is
young, clean-shaven, and full of conversation: and the conversation
strikes a purely professional note.
Everybody in the room on this July night had come from the theater.
Most of those present had been acting, but a certain number had been
to the opening performance of the latest better-than-Raffles play.
There had been something of a boom that season in dramas whose
heroes appealed to the public more pleasantly across the footlights
than they might have done in real life. In the play that had opened
to-night, Arthur Mifflin, an exemplary young man off the stage, had
been warmly applauded for a series of actions which, performed
anywhere except in the theater, would certainly have debarred him
from remaining a member of the Strollers’ or any other club. In
faultless evening dress, with a debonair smile on his face, he had
broken open a safe, stolen bonds and jewelry to a large amount, and
escaped without a blush of shame via the window. He had foiled a
detective through four acts, and held up a band of pursuers with a
revolver. A large audience had intimated complete approval
throughout.
“It’s a hit all right,” said somebody through the smoke.
“These near-‘Raffles’ plays always are,” grumbled Willett, who
played bluff fathers in musical comedy. “A few years ago, they would
have been scared to death of putting on a show with a crook as hero.
Now, it seems to me the public doesn’t want anything else. Not that
they know what they DO want,” he concluded, mournfully.
“The Belle of Boulogne,” in which Willett sustained the role of
Cyrus K. Higgs, a Chicago millionaire, was slowly fading away on a
diet of paper, and this possibly prejudiced him.
Raikes, the character actor, changed the subject. If Willett once
got started on the wrongs of the ill-fated “Belle,” general
conversation would become impossible. Willett, denouncing the
stupidity of the public, as purely a monologue artiste.
“I saw Jimmy Pitt at the show,” said Raikes. Everybody displayed
interest.
“Jimmy Pitt? When did he come back? I thought he was in Italy.”
“He came on the Lusitania, I suppose. She docked this morning.”
“Jimmy Pitt?” said Sutton, of the Majestic Theater. “How long has he
been away? Last I saw of him was at the opening of ‘The Outsider’ at
the Astor. That’s a couple of months ago.”
“He’s been traveling in Europe, I believe,” said Raikes. “Lucky
beggar to be able to. I wish I could.”
Sutton knocked the ash off his cigar.
“I envy Jimmy,” he said. “I don’t know anyone I’d rather be. He’s
got much more money than any man except a professional ‘plute’ has
any right to. He’s as strong as an ox. I shouldn’t say he’d ever had
anything worse than measles in his life. He’s got no relations. And
he isn’t married.”
Sutton, who had been married three times, spoke with some feeling.
“He’s a good chap, Jimmy,” said Raikes.
“Yes,” said Arthur Mifflin, “yes, Jimmy is a good chap. I’ve known