Part 34 (1/2)

”Hullo, dad!” said the youth, ”you're the very man I was looking for,”

and he drew his father out into the corridor. ”You've got two of the finest ballroom dancers I ever saw,” he added to Ozzie.

”Haven't we!” Ozzie concurred, with faint enthusiasm.

”But the rest of the show ...” Charlie went on, ruthless. ”Well, if Chown's shows were only equal to his showmans.h.i.+p...! Only they aren't!”

Ozzie raised his eyebrows--a skilful gesture that at once defended his employer and agreed with Charles.

”By the way, dad, I've got a house for you. I've told the mater about it and she's going to see it to-morrow morning.”

”A house!” Mr. Prohack exclaimed weakly, foreseeing new vistas of worry.

”I've got one. I can't live in two.”

”But this one's a _house_. You know about it, don't you, Morfey?”

Ozzie gave a nod and a vague smile.

”See here, dad! Come out here a minute.”

Ozzie discreetly entered the box and closed the door.

”What is it?” asked Mr. Prohack.

”It's this,” Charlie replied, handing his parent a cheque. ”I've deducted what I paid for you to-night from what you lent me not long since. I've calculated interest on the loan at ten per cent. You can get ten practically anywhere in these days, worse luck.”

”But I don't want this, my boy,” Mr. Prohack protested, holding the cheque as he might have held a lady's handkerchief retrieved from the ground.

”Well, I'm quite sure I don't,” said Charlie, a little stiffly.

There was a pause.

”As you please,” said Mr. Prohack, putting the cheque--interest and all--into his pocket.

”Thanks,” said Charlie. ”Much obliged. You're a n.o.ble father, and I shouldn't be a bit surprised if you've laid the foundation of my fortunes. But of course you never know--in my business.”

”What _is_ your business?” Mr. Prohack asked timidly, almost apologetically. He had made up his mind on the previous evening that he would talk to Charlie as a father ought to talk to a son, that is to say, like a cross-examining barrister and a moralist combined. He had decided that it was more than his right--it was his duty to do so. But now the right, if not the duty, seemed less plain, and he remembered what he had said to Eve concerning the right att.i.tude of parents to children. And chiefly he remembered that Charlie was not in his debt.

”I'm a buyer and seller. I buy for less than I sell for. That's how I live.”

”It appears to be profitable.”

”Yes. I made over ten thousand in Glasgow, buying an option on an engineering business--with your money--from people who wanted to get rid of it, and then selling what I hadn't paid for to people in London who wanted to get hold of an engineering business up there. Seems simple enough, and the only reason everybody isn't doing it is that it isn't as simple as it seems. At least, it's simple, but there's a knack in it. I found out I'd got the knack through my little deals in motor-bikes and things. As a matter of fact I didn't find out,--some one told me, and I began to think.... But don't be alarmed if I go bust. I'm on to a much bigger option now, in the City. Oh! Very much bigger. If it comes off ... you'll see. Lady Ma.s.sulam is keen on it, and she's something of a judge.... Any remarks?”

Mr. Prohack looked cautiously at the young man, his own creation, to whom, only the other day as it seemed, he had been in the habit of giving one pound per school-term for pocket-money. And he was affrighted--not by what he had created, but by the astounding possibilities of fatherhood, which suddenly presented itself to him as a most dangerous pursuit.

”No remarks,” said he, briefly. What remarks indeed could he offer?

Wildly guessing at the truth about his son, in that conversation with Eve on the previous evening, he had happened to guess right. And his sermon to Eve prevented now the issue of remarks.

”Oh! Of course!” Charlie burst out. ”You can't tell me anything I don't know already. I'm a pirate. I'm not producing. All the money I make has to be earned by somebody else before I get hold of it. I'm not doing any good to my beautiful country. But I did try to find a useful job, didn't I? My beautiful country wouldn't have me. It only wanted me in the trenches. Well, it's got to have me. I'll jolly well make it pay now. I'll squeeze every penny out of it. I'll teach it a lesson. And why not? I shall only be shoving its own ideas down its throat. Supposing I hadn't got this knack and I hadn't had _you_. I might have been wearing all my ribbons and playing a barrel organ in Oxford Street to-day instead of living at the Grand Babylon.”