Part 5 (1/2)

The chair was placed close to the window that the invalid might look out at the street if she wished and watch the panorama pa.s.sing by.

Instantly Bobs knew the meaning of the lilac, or thought that she did, and, also, she at once decided that she wished to purchase a book, and she groped about in her memory trying to recall a t.i.tle for which she might inquire. A detective story, of course, that was what she wanted.

Since it was to be her chosen profession, she could not read too many of them.

The old man had disappeared by this time, but when Bobs entered the dingy shop the woman smiled up at her, and, to Roberta's surprise, she heard herself saying, ”Oh, may I have just one little sniff of your lilac? I adore them, don't you?”

The woman in the chair nodded, and her reply was in broken English, which charmed her listener. She said that her ”good man” bought her a ”blossom by the flower shop” every day, though she did tell him he shouldn't, she knowing that to do it he had to go without himself, but it's the only ”bit of brightness he can be giving me,” my good man says.

Then she was silent, for from a little dark room at the back of the shop the old man, bent with years, shuffled forward. Looking at him, Roberta knew at once why he bought flowers and went without to do it, for there was infinite tenderness in the eyes that turned first of all to the occupant of the wheeled chair.

Then he inquired what the customer might wish. Roberta knew that she had a very small sum in her pocket and that as yet she had not obtained work, but buy something she surely must, so she asked for detective stories.

The old man led her to a musty, dusty shelf and there she selected several t.i.tles, paid the small sum asked and inquired if he would keep the parcel for her until she returned later in the day.

Then, with another bright word to the little old woman, the girl was gone, looking back at the corner to smile and nod, and the last thing that she saw was the spray of lilacs that symbolized unselfish love.

With no definite destination in mind, Roberta crossed Third Avenue and walked as briskly as the throngs would permit in the direction of Fourth.

In a mood, half amused, half serious, she began to soliloquize: ”Now, Miss Roberta Vandergrift, it is high time that you were attempting to obtain employment in this great city. Suppose you go over to Fifth Avenue and apply for a position as sales girl in one of the fine stores where you used to spend money so lavishly?”

But, when the Fourth Avenue corner was reached, Roberta stopped in the middle of the street heedless of the seething traffic and stared at an upper window where she saw a sign that fascinated her:

BURNS FOURTH AVENUE BRANCH DETECTIVE AGENCY

The building was old and dingy, the stairway rickety and dark, but Roberta in the spirit of adventure climbed to the second floor without a thought of fear. A moment later she was obeying a message printed on a card that hung on the first door in the unlighted hall which bade her enter and be seated.

This she did and admitted herself into a small waiting room beyond which were the private offices, as the black letters on the frosted gla.s.s of a swinging door informed her. Roberta sat down feeling unreal, as though she were living in a story book. She could hear voices beyond the door; one was quiet and calm, the other high pitched and excited.

The latter was saying: ”I tell you I don't want no regular detective that any crook could get wise to, I want someone so sort of stupid-looking that a thief would think she wouldn't get on to it if he lifted something right before her eyes.”

It was harder for Roberta to hear the reply. However she believed that it was: ”But, Mr. Queerwitz, we only have one woman in our employ just now, and she is engaged out of town. I----”

The speaker paused and looked up, for surely the door to his private office had opened just a bit. Nor was he mistaken, for Bobs, as usual, acting upon an impulse, stood there and was saying: ”Pardon me for overhearing your conversation. I just couldn't help it. I came to apply for a position and I wondered if I would do.” There was a twinkle in her eyes as she added: ”I can look real stupid if need be.”

The good-looking young man in the neat grey tweed, arose, and his expression was one of appreciative good humor.

”This is not exactly according to Hoyle,” he remarked in his pleasant voice, ”but perhaps under the circ.u.mstances it is excusable. May I know your name and former occupation?”

Roberta did a bit of quick mental gymnastics. She did not wish to give her real name. A Vandergrift in a Fourth Avenue detective agency! Even Gloria might not approve of that. Almost instantly and in a voice that carried conviction, at least to the older man, the girl said: ”Dora Dolittle.”

Were the gray-blue eyes of the younger man laughing? The girl could not tell, for his face was serious and he continued in a more business-like manner: ”Miss Dolittle, I am James Jewett. May I introduce Mr. Queerwitz, who has a very fine shop on Fifth Avenue, where he sells antiques of great value? Although he has lost nothing as yet, he reports that neighboring shops have been visited, presumably by a woman, who departs with something of value, and he wishes to be prepared by having in his employ a clerk whose business it shall be to discover the possible thief.

Are you willing to undertake this bit of detective work? If, at the end of one week you have proved your ability in this line, I will take you on our staff, as we are often in need of a wide-awake young lady.”

It was difficult for Roberta not to shout for joy.

”Thank you, Mr. Jewett,” she replied as demurely as a gladly pounding heart would permit. ”Shall I go with Mr. Queerwitz now?”

”Yes, and report to me each morning at eight o'clock.”