MR. BRADSHAW CALLS ON MISS BADLAM
"Is Miss Hazard in, Kitty?"
"Indade she's in, Mr. Bridshaw, but she won't see nobody.""What's the meaning of that, Kitty? Here is the third time within three days you've told me I could n't see her. She saw Mr. Gridley yesterday, I know; why won't she see me to-day?""Y' must ask Miss Myrtle what the rason is, it's none o' my business, Mr. Bridshaw. That's the order she give me.""Is Miss Badlam in?"
Indade she's in, Mr. Bridshaw, an' I 'll go cahl her.""Bedad," said Kitty Fagan to herself, "the cat an' the fox is goin' to have another o' thim big tahks togither, an' sure the old hole for the stove-pipe has niver been stopped up yet."Mr. Bradshaw and Miss Cynthia went into the parlor together, and Mistress Kitty retired to her kitchen. There was a deep closet belonging to this apartment, separated by a partition from the parlor. There was a round hole high up in this partition through which a stove-pipe had once passed. Mistress Kitty placed a stool just under this opening, upon which, as on a, pedestal, she posed herself with great precaution in the attitude of the goddess of other people's secrets, that is to say, with her head a little on one side, so as to bring her liveliest ear close to the opening. The conversation which took place in the hearing of the invisible third party began in a singularly free-and-easy manner on Mr. Bradshaw's part.
"What the d--- is the reason I can't see Myrtle, Cynthia?""That's more than I can tell you, Mr. Bradshaw. I can watch her goings on, but I can't account for her tantrums.""You say she has had some of her old nervous whims,--has the doctor been to see her?""No indeed. She has kept to herself a good deal, but I don't think there's anything in particular the matter with her. She looks well enough, only she seems a little queer,--as girls do that have taken a fancy into their heads that they're in love, you know,--absent-minded,--does n't seem to be interested in things as you would expect after being away so long."Mr. Bradshaw looked as if this did not please him particularly. If he was the object of her thoughts she would not avoid him, surely.
"Have you kept your eye on her steadily?"
"I don't believe there is an hour we can't account for,--Kitty and Ibetween us."
"Are you sure you can depend on Kitty?"
["Depind on Kitty, is it? Oh, an' to be sure ye can depind on Kitty to kape watch at the stove-pipe hole, an' to tell all y'r plottin's an' contrivin's to them that'll get the cheese out o' y'r mousetrap for ye before ye catch any poor cratur in it." This was the inaudible comment of the unseen third party.]
"Of course I can depend on her as far as I trust her. All she knows is that she must look out for the girl to see that she does not run away or do herself a mischief. The Biddies don't know much, but they know enough to keep a watch on the--""Chickens." Mr. Bradshaw playfully finished the sentence for Miss Cynthia.
[" An' on the foxes, an' the cats, an' the wazels, an' the hen-hahks, an' ahl the other bastes," added the invisible witness, in unheard soliloquy.]
"I ain't sure whether she's quite as stupid as she looks," said the suspicious young lawyer. "There's a little cunning twinkle in her eye sometimes that makes me think she might be up to a trick on occasion. Does she ever listen about to hear what people are saying?""Don't trouble yourself about Kitty Fagan,' for pity's sake, Mr.
Bradshaw. The Biddies are all alike, and they're all as stupid as owls, except when you tell 'em just what to do, and how to do it. Apack of priest-ridden fools!"
The hot Celtic blood in Kitty Fagan's heart gave a leap. The stout muscles gave an involuntary jerk. The substantial frame felt the thrill all through, and the rickety stool on which she was standing creaked sharply under its burden.
Murray Bradshaw started. He got up and opened softly all the doors leading from the room, one after another, and looked out.
"I thought I heard a noise as if somebody was moving, Cynthia. It's just as well to keep our own matters to ourselves.""If you wait till this old house keeps still, Mr. Bradshaw, you might as well wait till the river has run by. It's as full of rats and mice as an old cheese is of mites. There's a hundred old rats in this house, and that's what you hear."["An' one old cat; that's what I hear." Third party.]
"I told you, Cynthia, I must be off on this business to-morrow. Iwant to know that everything is safe before I go. And, besides, Ihave got something to say to you that's important, very important, mind you."He got up once more and opened every door softly and looked out. He fixed his eye suspiciously on a large sofa at the other side of the room, and went, looking half ashamed of his extreme precaution, and peeped under it, to see if there was any one hidden thereto listen.
