Now, fellows, if you ask them, will tell you that I"m a chump. Well, I don"t mind. I admit it. I am a chump. All the Peppers have been chumps. But what I do say is that every now and then, when you"d least expect it, I get a pretty hot brain-wave; and that"s what happened now. I doubt if the idea that came to me then would have occurred to a single one of any dozen of the brainiest chappies you care to name.

It came to me on my return journey. I was walking back along the sh.o.r.e, when I saw the fat kid meditatively smacking a jelly-fish with a spade. The girl wasn"t with him. In fact, there didn"t seem to be any one in sight. I was just going to pa.s.s on when I got the brain-wave. I thought the whole thing out in a flash, don"t you know. From what I had seen of the two, the girl was evidently fond of this kid, and, anyhow, he was her cousin, so what I said to myself was this: If I kidnap this young heavy-weight for the moment, and if, when the girl has got frightfully anxious about where he can have got to, dear old Freddie suddenly appears leading the infant by the hand and telling a story to the effect that he has found him wandering at large about the country and practically saved his life, why, the girl"s grat.i.tude is bound to make her chuck hostilities and be friends again. So I gathered in the kid and made off with him. All the way home I pictured that scene of reconciliation. I could see it so vividly, don"t you know, that, by George, it gave me quite a choky feeling in my throat.

Freddie, dear old chap, was rather slow at getting on to the fine points of the idea. When I appeared, carrying the kid, and dumped him down in our sitting-room, he didn"t absolutely effervesce with joy, if you know what I mean. The kid had started to bellow by this time, and poor old Freddie seemed to find it rather trying.

"Stop it!" he said. "Do you think n.o.body"s got any troubles except you? What the deuce is all this, Reggie?"

The kid came back at him with a yell that made the window rattle. I raced to the kitchen and fetched a jar of honey. It was the right stuff. The kid stopped bellowing and began to smear his face with the stuff.

"Well?" said Freddie, when silence had set in. I explained the idea. After a while it began to strike him.

"You"re not such a fool as you look, sometimes, Reggie," he said handsomely. "I"m bound to say this seems pretty good."

And he disentangled the kid from the honey-jar and took him out, to scour the beach for Angela.

I don"t know when I"ve felt so happy. I was so fond of dear old Freddie that to know that he was soon going to be his old bright self again made me feel as if somebody had left me about a million pounds. I was leaning back in a chair on the veranda, smoking peacefully, when down the road I saw the old boy returning, and, by George, the kid was still with him. And Freddie looked as if he hadn"t a friend in the world.

"h.e.l.lo!" I said. "Couldn"t you find her?"

"Yes, I found her," he replied, with one of those bitter, hollow laughs.

"Well, then----?"

Freddie sank into a chair and groaned.

"This isn"t her cousin, you idiot!" he said.

"He"s no relation at all. He"s just a kid she happened to meet on the beach. She had never seen him before in her life."

"What! Who is he, then?"

"I don"t know. Oh, Lord, I"ve had a time! Thank goodness you"ll probably spend the next few years of your life in Dartmoor for kidnapping. That"s my only consolation. I"ll come and jeer at you through the bars."

"Tell me all, old boy," I said.

It took him a good long time to tell the story, for he broke off in the middle of nearly every sentence to call me names, but I gathered gradually what had happened. She had listened like an iceberg while he told the story he had prepared, and then--well, she didn"t actually call him a liar, but she gave him to understand in a general sort of way that if he and Dr. Cook ever happened to meet, and started swapping stories, it would be about the biggest duel on record. And then he had crawled away with the kid, licked to a splinter.

"And mind, this is your affair," he concluded. "I"m not mixed up in it at all. If you want to escape your sentence, you"d better go and find the kid"s parents and return him before the police come for you."

By Jove, you know, till I started to tramp the place with this infernal kid, I never had a notion it would have been so deuced difficult to restore a child to its anxious parents. It"s a mystery to me how kidnappers ever get caught. I searched Marvis Bay like a bloodhound, but n.o.body came forward to claim the infant. You"d have thought, from the lack of interest in him, that he was stopping there all by himself in a cottage of his own. It wasn"t till, by an inspiration, I thought to ask the sweet-stall man that I found out that his name was Medwin, and that his parents lived at a place called Ocean Rest, in Beach Road.

I shot off there like an arrow and knocked at the door. n.o.body answered. I knocked again. I could hear movements inside, but n.o.body came. I was just going to get to work on that knocker in such a way that the idea would filter through into these people"s heads that I wasn"t standing there just for the fun of the thing, when a voice from somewhere above shouted, "Hi!"

I looked up and saw a round, pink face, with grey whiskers east and west of it, staring down from an upper window."

"Hi!" it shouted again.

"What the deuce do you mean by "Hi"?" I said.

"You can"t come in," said the face. "h.e.l.lo, is that Tootles?"

"My name is not Tootles, and I don"t want to come in," I said. "Are you Mr. Medwin? I"ve brought back your son."

"I see him. Peep-bo, Tootles! Dadda can see "oo!"

The face disappeared with a jerk. I could hear voices. The face reappeared.

"Hi!"

I churned the gravel madly.

"Do you live here?" said the face.

"I"m staying here for a few weeks."

"What"s your name?"

"Pepper. But----"

"Pepper? Any relation to Edward Pepper, the colliery owner?"

"My uncle. But----"

"I used to know him well. Dear old Edward Pepper! I wish I was with him now."

"I wish you were," I said.

He beamed down at me.

"This is most fortunate," he said. "We were wondering what we were to do with Tootles. You see, we have the mumps here. My daughter Bootles has just developed mumps. Tootles must not be exposed to the risk of infection. We could not think what we were to do with him. It was most fortunate your finding him. He strayed from his nurse. I would hesitate to trust him to the care of a stranger, but you are different. Any nephew of Edward Pepper"s has my implicit confidence. You must take Tootles to your house. It will be an ideal arrangement. I have written to my brother in London to come and fetch him. He may be here in a few days."

"May!"

"He is a busy man, of course; but he should certainly be here within a week. Till then Tootles can stop with you. It is an excellent plan. Very much obliged to you. Your wife will like Tootles."

"I haven"t got a wife," I yelled; but the window had closed with a bang, as if the man with the whiskers had found a germ trying to escape, don"t you know, and had headed it off just in time.

I breathed a deep breath and wiped my forehead.

The window flew up again.

"Hi!"

A package weighing about a ton hit me on the head and burst like a bomb.

"Did you catch it?" said the face, reappearing. "Dear me, you missed it! Never mind. You can get it at the grocer"s. Ask for Bailey"s Granulated Breakfast Chips. Tootles takes them for breakfast with a little milk. Be certain to get Bailey"s."

My spirit was broken, if you know what I mean. I accepted the situation. Taking Tootles by the hand, I walked slowly away. Napoleon"s retreat from Moscow was a picnic by the side of it.

As we turned up the road we met Freddie"s Angela.

The sight of her had a marked effect on the kid Tootles. He pointed at her and said, "Wah!"

The girl stopped and smiled. I loosed the kid, and he ran to her.

"Well, baby?" she said, bending down to him. "So father found you again, did he? Your little son and I made friends on the beach this morning," she said to me.

This was the limit. Coming on top of that interview with the whiskered lunatic it so utterly unnerved me, don"t you know, that she had nodded good-bye and was half-way down the road before I caught up with my breath enough to deny the charge of being the infant"s father.

I hadn"t expected dear old Freddie to sing with joy when he found out what had happened, but I did think he might have shown a little more manly fort.i.tude. He leaped up, glared at the kid, and clutched his head. He didn"t speak for a long time, but, on the other hand, when he began he did not leave off for a long time. He was quite emotional, dear old boy. It beat me where he could have picked up such expressions.

"Well," he said, when he had finished, "say something! Heavens! man, why don"t you say something?"

"You don"t give me a chance, old top," I said soothingly.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"What can we do about it?"

"We can"t spend our time acting as nurses to this--this exhibit."

He got up.

"I"m going back to London," he said.

"Freddie!" I cried. "Freddie, old man!" My voice shook. "Would you desert a pal at a time like this?"

"I would. This is your business, and you"ve got to manage it."

"Freddie," I said, "you"ve got to stand by me. You must. Do you realize that this child has to be undressed, and bathed, and dressed again? You wouldn"t leave me to do all that single-handed? Freddie, old scout, we were at school together. Your mother likes me. You owe me a tenner."

He sat down again.

"Oh, well," he said resignedly.

"Besides, old top," I said, "I did it all for your sake, don"t you know?"

He looked at me in a curious way.

"Reggie," he said, in a strained voice, "one moment. I"ll stand a good deal, but I won"t stand for being expected to be grateful."

Looking back at it, I see that what saved me from Colney Hatch in that crisis was my bright idea of buying up most of the contents of the local sweet-shop. By serving out sweets to the kid practically incessantly we managed to get through the rest of that day pretty satisfactorily. At eight o"clock he fell asleep in a chair, and, having undressed him by unb.u.t.toning every b.u.t.ton in sight and, where there were no b.u.t.tons, pulling till something gave, we carried him up to bed.

Freddie stood looking at the pile of clothes on the floor and I knew what he was thinking. To get the kid undressed had been simple--a mere matter of muscle. But how were we to get him into his clothes again? I stirred the pile with my foot. There was a long linen arrangement which might have been anything. Also a strip of pink flannel which was like nothing on earth. We looked at each other and smiled wanly.

But in the morning I remembered that there were children at the next bungalow but one. We went there before breakfast and borrowed their nurse. Women are wonderful, by George they are! She had that kid dressed and looking fit for anything in about eight minutes. I showered wealth on her, and she promised to come in morning and evening. I sat down to breakfast almost cheerful again. It was the first bit of silver lining there had been to the cloud up to date.

"And after all," I said, "there"s lots to be said for having a child about the house, if you know what I mean. Kind of cosy and domestic--what!"

Just then the kid upset the milk over Freddie"s trousers, and when he had come back after changing his clothes he began to talk about what a much-maligned man King Herod was. The more he saw of Tootles, he said, the less he wondered at those impulsive views of his on infanticide.

Two days later Jimmy Pinkerton came down. Jimmy took one look at the kid, who happened to be howling at the moment, and picked up his portmanteau.

"For me," he said, "the hotel. I can"t write dialogue with that sort of thing going on. Whose work is this? Which of you adopted this little treasure?"

I told him about Mr. Medwin and the mumps. Jimmy seemed interested.

"I might work this up for the stage," he said. "It wouldn"t make a bad situation for act two of a farce."

"Farce!" snarled poor old Freddie.

"Rather. Curtain of act one on hero, a well-meaning, half-baked sort of idiot just like--that is to say, a well-meaning, half-baked sort of idiot, kidnapping the child. Second act, his adventures with it. I"ll rough it out to-night. Come along and show me the hotel, Reggie."

As we went I told him the rest of the story--the Angela part. He laid down his portmanteau and looked at me like an owl through his gla.s.ses.

"What!" he said. "Why, hang it, this is a play, ready-made. It"s the old "Tiny Hand" business. Always safe stuff. Parted lovers. Lisping child. Reconciliation over the little cradle. It"s big. Child, centre. Girl L.C.; Freddie, up stage, by the piano. Can Freddie play the piano?"

"He can play a little of "The Rosary" with one finger."

Jimmy shook his head.

"No; we shall have to cut out the soft music. But the rest"s all right. Look here." He squatted in the sand. "This stone is the girl. This bit of seaweed"s the child. This nutsh.e.l.l is Freddie. Dialogue leading up to child"s line. Child speaks like, "Boofer lady, does "oo love dadda?" Business of outstretched hands. Hold picture for a moment. Freddie crosses L., takes girl"s hand. Business of swallowing lump in throat. Then big speech. "Ah, Marie," or whatever her name is--Jane--Agnes--Angela? Very well. "Ah, Angela, has not this gone on too long? A little child rebukes us! Angela!" And so on. Freddie must work up his own part. I"m just giving you the general outline. And we must get a good line for the child. "Boofer lady, does "oo love dadda?" isn"t definite enough. We want something more--ah! "Kiss Freddie," that"s it. Short, crisp, and has the punch."

"But, Jimmy, old top," I said, "the only objection is, don"t you know, that there"s no way of getting the girl to the cottage. She cuts Freddie. She wouldn"t come within a mile of him."

Jimmy frowned.

"That"s awkward," he said. "Well, we shall have to make it an exterior set instead of an interior. We can easily corner her on the beach somewhere, when we"re ready. Meanwhile, we must get the kid letter-perfect. First rehearsal for lines and business eleven sharp to-morrow."

Poor old Freddie was in such a gloomy state of mind that we decided not to tell him the idea till we had finished coaching the kid. He wasn"t in the mood to have a thing like that hanging over him. So we concentrated on Tootles. And pretty early in the proceedings we saw that the only way to get Tootles worked up to the spirit of the thing was to introduce sweets of some sort as a sub-motive, so to speak.

"The chief difficulty," said Jimmy Pinkerton at the end of the first rehearsal, "is to establish a connection in the kid"s mind between his line and the sweets. Once he has grasped the basic fact that those two words, clearly spoken, result automatically in acid-drops, we have got a success."

I"ve often thought, don"t you know, how interesting it must be to be one of those animal-trainer Johnnies: to stimulate the dawning intelligence, and that sort of thing. Well, this was every bit as exciting. Some days success seemed to be staring us in the eye, and the kid got the line out as if he"d been an old professional. And then he"d go all to pieces again. And time was flying.

"We must hurry up, Jimmy," I said. "The kid"s uncle may arrive any day now and take him away."

"And we haven"t an understudy," said Jimmy. "There"s something in that. We must work! My goodness, that kid"s a bad study. I"ve known deaf-mutes who would have learned the part quicker."

I will say this for the kid, though: he was a trier. Failure didn"t discourage him. Whenever there was any kind of sweet near he had a dash at his line, and kept on saying something till he got what he was after. His only fault was his uncertainty. Personally, I would have been prepared to risk it, and start the performance at the first opportunity, but Jimmy said no.

"We"re not nearly ready," said Jimmy. "To-day, for instance, he said "Kick Freddie." That"s not going to win any girl"s heart. And she might do it, too. No; we must postpone production awhile yet."

But, by George, we didn"t. The curtain went up the very next afternoon.

It was n.o.body"s fault--certainly not mine. It was just Fate. Freddie had settled down at the piano, and I was leading the kid out of the house to exercise it, when, just as we"d got out to the veranda, along came the girl Angela on her way to the beach. The kid set up his usual yell at the sight of her, and she stopped at the foot of the steps.