“Good God!” he said.
There was a pause. Then, with a sudden impulse, he began to fumble in his breast-pocket. Rummy how things worked out for the best, however scaly they might seem at the moment. Only an hour or so ago he had been kicking himself for not having remembered that fifty-pound note, tacked onto the lining of his coat, when it would have come in handy at the police-station. He now saw that Providence had had the matter well in hand. If he had remembered it and coughed it up to the constabulary then, he wouldn’t have had it now. And he needed it now. A mood of quixotic generosity had surged upon him. With swift fingers he jerked the note free from its moorings and displayed it like a conjurer exhibiting a rabbit.
“My dear old thing,” he said, “I can’t stand it! I absolutely cannot stick it at any price! I really must insist on your trousering this. Positively!”
Nelly Bryant gazed at the note with wide eyes. She was stunned. She took it limply, and looked at it under the dim light of the gas-lamp over the door.
“I couldn’t!” she cried.
“Oh, but really! You must!”
“But this is a fifty-pound!”
“Absolutely! It will take you back to New York, what? You asked which line was giving free trips. The Freddie Rooke Line, by Jove, sailings every Wednesday and Saturday! I mean, what!”
“But I can’t take two hundred and fifty dollars from you!”
“Oh, rather. Of course you can.”
There was another pause.
“You’ll think—” Nelly’s pale face flushed. “You’ll think I told you all about myself just—just because I wanted to —”
“To make a touch? Absolutely not! Kid yourself of the jolly old superstition entirely. You see before you, old thing, a chappie who knows more about borrowing money than any man in London. I mean to say, I’ve had my ear bitten more often than anyone, I should think. There are sixty-four ways of making a touch—I’ve had them all worked on me by divers blighters here and there—and I can tell any of them with my eyes shut. I know you weren’t dreaming of any such thing.”
The note crackled musically in Nelly’s hand.
“I don’t know what to say!”
“That’s all right.”
“I don’t see why — Gee! I wish I could tell you what I think of you!”
Freddie laughed amusedly.
“Do you know,” he said, “that’s exactly what the beaks—the masters, you know,—used to say to me at school.”
“Are you sure you can spare it?”
“Oh, rather.”
Nelly’s eyes shone in the light of the lamp.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before. I don’t know how —”
Freddie shuffled nervously. Being thanked always made him feel pretty rotten.
“Well, I think I’ll be popping,” he said. “Got to get back and dress and all that. Awfully glad to have seen you, and all that sort of rot.”
Nelly unlocked the door with her latchkey, and stood on the step.
“I’ll buy a fur-wrap,” she said, half to herself.
“Great wheeze! I should!”
“And some nuts for Bill!”
“Bill?”
“The parrot.”
“Oh, the jolly old parrot! Rather! Well, cheerio!”
“Good-bye — You’ve been awfully good to me.”
“Oh, no,” said Freddie uncomfortably. “Any time you’re passing — !”
“Awfully good — Well, good-bye.”
“Toodle-oo!”
“Maybe we’ll meet again some day.”
“I hope so. Absolutely!”
There was a little scurry of feet. Something warm and soft pressed for an instant against Freddie’s cheek, and, as he stumbled back, Nelly Bryant skipped up the steps and vanished through the door.
“Good God!”
Freddie felt his cheek. He was aware of an odd mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration.
From the area below a slight cough sounded. Freddie turned sharply. A maid in a soiled cap, worn coquettishly over one ear, was gazing intently up through the railings. Their eyes met. Freddie turned a warm pink. It seemed to him that the maid had the air of one about to giggle.
“Damn!” said Freddie softly, and hurried off down the street. He wondered whether he had made a frightful ass of himself, spraying bank-notes all over the place like that to comparative strangers. Then a vision came to him of Nelly’s eyes as they had looked at him in the lamp-light, and he decided—no, absolutely not. Rummy as the gadget might appear, it had been the right thing to do. It was a binge of which he thoroughly approved. A good egg!