Part 44 (1/2)

”No.”

”Then I suppose I don't. Bother.” ”But you've only got to knock the red in for game.”

”Oh!... There, what's that?”

”That's a miscue. I get one.”

”Oh!... Oh, well,” she added magnanimously, ”I'm glad you've started scoring. It will make it more interesting for you.”

There was just room to creep in off the red, leaving it still over the pocket. With Celia's ball nicely over the other pocket there was a chance of my twenty break. ”Let's see,” I said, ”how many do I want?”

”Twenty-nine,” replied Celia.

”Ah,” I said ... and I crept in.

”That's three to you,” I said icily. ”Game.”

x.x.xIX. BACHELOR RELICS

”Do you happen to want,” I said to Henry, ”an opera hat that doesn't op?

At least it only works one side.”

”No,” said Henry.

”To any one who buys my opera hat for a large sum I am giving away four square yards of linoleum, a revolving bookcase, two curtain rods, a pair of spring-grip dumb-bells and an extremely patent mouse-trap.”

”No,” said Henry again.

”The mouse-trap,” I pleaded, ”is unused. That is to say, no mouse has used it yet. My mouse-trap has never been blooded.”

”I don't want it myself,” said Henry, ”but I know a man who does.”

”Henry, you know everybody. For Heaven's sake introduce me to your friend. Why does he particularly want a mouse-trap?”

”He doesn't. He wants anything that's old. Old clothes, old carpets, anything that's old he'll buy.”

He seemed to be exactly the man I wanted.

”Introduce me to your fellow clubman,” I said firmly.

That evening I wrote to Henry's friend, Mr. Bennett. ”Dear Sir,” I wrote, ”if you would call upon me to-morrow I should like to show you some really old things, all genuine antiques. In particular I would call your attention to an old opera hat of exquisite workmans.h.i.+p, and a mouse-trap of chaste and handsome design. I have also a few yards of Queen Anne linoleum of a circular pattern which I think will please you.

My James the First spring-grip dumb-bells and Louis Quatorze curtain-rods are well known to connoisseurs. A genuine old cork bedroom suite, comprising one bath-mat, will also be included in the sale. Yours faithfully.”

On second thoughts I tore the letter up and sent Mr. Bennett a postcard asking him to favour the undersigned with a call at 10.30 prompt. And at 10.30 prompt he came.

I had expected to see a bearded patriarch with a hooked nose and three hats on his head, but Mr. Bennett turned out to be a very spruce gentleman, wearing (I was sorry to see) much better clothes than the opera hat I proposed to sell him. He became businesslike at once.