Part 4 (1/2)

The manager of the Wrykyn Branch of Ring's Come-one Come-all Stores stood at the entrance to his shop on the following afternoon spitting with energy and precision on to the pavement--he was a free-born American citizen--and eyeing the High Street as a monarch might gaze at his kingdom. He had just completed a highly satisfactory report to headquarters, and was feeling contented with the universe, and the way in which it was managed. Even in the short time since the opening of the store he had managed to wake up the sluggish Britishers as if they had had an electric shock.

”We,” he observed epigrammatically to a pa.s.sing cat, which had stopped on its way to look at him, ”are it.”

As he spoke he perceived a youth coming towards him down the street.

He wore a cap of divers colours, from which the manager argued that he belonged to the school. Evidently a devotee of the advertised ”public-school” s.h.i.+llingsworth, and one who, as urged by the small bills, had come early to avoid the rush. ”Step right in, mister,” he said, moving aside from the doorway. ”And what can I do for _you_?”

”Are you the manager of this place?” asked Dunstable--for the youth was that strategist, and no other.

”On the bull's eye first time,” replied the manager with easy courtesy. ”Will you take a cigar or a cocoa-nut?”

”Can I have a bit of a talk with you, if you aren't busy?”

”Sure. Step right in.”

”Now, sir,” said the manager, ”what's _your_ little trouble?”

”It's about this public school tea business,” said Dunstable. ”It's rather a shame, you see. Before you came bargeing in, everybody used to go to Cook's.”

”And now,” interrupted the manager, ”they come to us. Correct, sir. We _are_ the main stem. And why not?”

”Cook's such a good sort.”

”I should like to know him,” said the manager politely.

”You see,” said Dunstable, ”it doesn't so much matter about the other things you sell; but Cook's simply relies on giving fellows tea in the afternoon----”

”One moment, sir,” said the man from the States. ”Let me remind you of a little rule which will be useful to you when you b.u.t.t into the big, cold world. That is, never let sentiment interfere with business. See?

Either Ring's Stores or your friend has got to be on top, and, if I know anything, it's going to be We. We! And I'm afraid that's all I can do for you, unless you've that hungry feeling, and want to sample our public-school tea at twenty-five cents.”

”No, thanks,” said Dunstable. ”Here come some chaps, though, who look as if they might.”

He stepped aside as half a dozen School House juniors raced up.

”For one day only,” said the manager to Dunstable, ”you may partake free, if you care to. You have man's most priceless possession, Cool Cheek. And Cool Cheek, when recognised, should not go unrewarded. Step in.”

”No thanks,” said Dunstable. ”You'll find me at Cook's if you want me.”

”Kindness,” said he to himself, as Mrs. Cook served him in the depressed way which had now become habitual with her, ”kindness having failed, we must try severity.”

PART 2

Those who knew and liked Dunstable were both pained and disgusted at his behaviour during the ensuing three days. He suddenly exhibited a weird fondness for some of Wrykyn's least deserving inmates. He walked over to school with Merrett, of Seymour's, and Ruthven, of Donaldson's, both notorious outsiders. When Linton wanted him to come and play fives after school, he declined on the ground that he was teaing with Chadwick, of Appleby's. Now in the matter of absolute outsiderishness Chadwick, of Appleby's, was to Merrett, of Seymour's, as captain is to subaltern. Linton was horrified, and said so.

”What do you want to do it for?” he asked. ”What's the point of it?

You can't like those chaps.”

”Awfully good sorts when you get to know them,” said Dunstable.