Part 36 (1/2)
It was not a very tactful remark, perhaps, considering that Steve was the child's G.o.dfather, and, as such, might reasonably expect to be allowed a free pa.s.s to his nursery; but Mamie, like Keggs, had fallen so under the domination of Lora Delane Porter that she had grown to consider it almost a natural law that no one came to see Bill unless approved of and personally conducted by her.
Steve did not answer. He was gaping at the fittings of the place in which he found himself. It was precisely as Keggs had described it, white tiles and all.
He was roused from his reflections by the approach of Mamie, or, rather, not so much by her approach as by the fact that at this moment she suddenly squirted something at him. It was cold and wet and hit him in the face before, as he put it to Keggs later, he could get his guard up.
”For the love of----”
”s.h.!.+” said Mamie warningly.
”What's the idea? What are you handing me?”
”I've got to. It's to sterilize you. I do it to every one.”
”Gee! You've got a swell job! Well, go to it, then. Shoot! I'm ready.”
”It's boric acid,” explained Mamie.
”I shouldn't wonder. Is this all part of the Porter circus?”
”Yes.”
”Where is she?” inquired Steve in sudden alarm. ”Is she likely to b.u.t.t in?”
”No. She's out.”
”Good,” said Steve, and sat down, relieved, to resume his inspection of the room.
When he had finished he drew a deep breath.
”Well!” he said softly. ”Say, Mamie, what do you think about it?”
”I'm not paid to think about it, Steve.”
”That means you agree with me that it's the punkest state of things you ever struck. Well, you're quite right. It is. It's a shame to think of that innocent kid having this sort of deal handed to him. Why, just think of him at the studio!”
But Mamie, whatever her private views, was loyal to her employers. She refused to be drawn into a discussion on the subject.
”Have you been downstairs with Mr. Keggs, Steve?”
”Yes. It was him that told me about all this. Say, Mame, we ain't seen much of each other lately.”
”No.”
”Mighty little.”
”Yes.”
Having got as far as this, Steve should, of course, have gone resolutely ahead. After all, it is not a very long step from telling a girl in a hushed whisper with a shake in it that you have not seen much of her lately to hinting that you would like to see a great deal more of her in the future.
Steve was on the right lines, and he knew it; but that fatal lack of nerve which had wrecked him on all the other occasions when he had got as far as this undid him now. He relapsed into silence, and Mamie went on sewing.