Part 25 (2/2)
”Oh, indeed?”
”Yes--indeed! Bud M'Ginnis--Is that good 'nuff for ye?”
”Well, since you ask,” said Ravenslee, shaking languid head, ”I should scarcely cla.s.s you as a 'bud' myself. No--I should say you were perhaps just a trifle--er--overblown. But have it your own way!” and Mr.
Ravenslee smiled engagingly.
”Where's Spike?” demanded M'Ginnis, his tone a little gruffer, ”and say--you can cut out the comedy, see? Nix on the funny business.”
”You are a pessimist, I presume, Mr. Flowers?”
”Where's d' Kid? Speak up now--where is he?”
”Also, your conversation grows a little monotonous, Mr. Flowers.”
M'Ginnis stared, then shot out his big chin viciously.
”What you doin' in Hermy's flat, eh?”
Mr. Ravenslee's brows wrinkled slightly, but his soft voice grew softer, as, pausing in the act of lighting his pipe, he answered: ”On the whole I think you are a rather--er--unpleasant young man, so suppose you--er--go--”
”What? Go? Are ye tryin' t' tell me t' go?”
”I'm suggesting that you--er--crank up the machine, Mr. Flowers, and beat it while the going's good!”
M'Ginnis clenched his fist and took a threatening step toward Ravenslee, then checked himself and stood breathing heavily.
”May I further suggest,” said Ravenslee in his pleasantest voice, ”that you look in again--say next Thursday fortnight, Mr. Flowers?”
”T' h.e.l.l with you--me name's M'Ginnis.”
”Of course you might leave a message, Mr. Flowers--”
”Now, see here, you!” said M'Ginnis, his words coming thick with pa.s.sion. ”I wanter know, first, where Spike is. And then I wanter know who you are. And then I wanter know what you're after in Hermy Chesterton's flat--and you're sure goin' t' tell me!”
”Am I?”
”You sure are!”
Mr. Ravenslee opened the matchbox. ”Seems a pity to shake a confidence so sublime,” he sighed. ”And yet--”
”An' see here again! I've known Hermy since we was kids, an' I don't allow no man t' come stamping around here--see? So you're goin' t' quit, an' you're goin' t' quit right now!”
”Do I look like a quitter, Mr. Flowers?”
Now beholding the speaker's lazy a.s.surance of pose, the contemptuous indifference of his general air, M'Ginnis stood speechless a moment, his clenched fists quivering, while, above the loosely-tied scarf, his powerful neck seemed to swell and show knotted cords that writhed and twisted, and when at last he spoke, his words came in a panting rush.
”This is Hermy's flat, an' I guess--you think you're safe here--but you ain't! I'm thinkin' out which'll do th' least harm to her furniture--to lick ye here or drag you out on to the landin' first!”
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