"Some combination!" says I. "And Lindy knows you best as Don Carlos, does she? We"ll soon test that."

So I escorts him in by the side door, plants him in the livin" room where I can keep an eye on him, and hoohoos gentle up the stairs to Sadie.

"Yes?" says she.

"Shut the sewin" room door," says I.

"All right," says she. "Well?"

"There"s a gent down here, Sadie," says I, "that looks like a cross between a stage pirate and an Armenian rug peddler."

"For goodness" sake!" says Sadie. "Not in the house! What on earth did you let him in for?"

"Because," says I, "he claims to be an old friend of Lindy"s."

"Of Lindy"s!" she gasps. "Why, what----"

"I don"t know the rest," says I. "You spring it on her. Tell her it"s Don Carlos, and then let me know what she says."

That seems like a simple proposition; but Sadie takes a long time over it. I could hear her give a squeal of surprise at something, and then she seems to be askin" a lot of fool questions. In the course of five or six minutes, though, she leans over the stair rail lookin" sort of excited.

"Well?" says I. "Does she know him?"

"Know him!" says Sadie. "Why, she says he"s her husband!"

"Not Lindy"s!" I gasps.

"That"s what she says," insists Sadie.

"Great Scott!" says I. "Must be some mistake about this. Wait a minute.

Here, you, Pasha! Come here! Lindy says you"re her husband. Is that so?"

"Oh, yes," says he, as easy as you please. "Under your laws I suppose I am."

"Well, wouldn"t that frost you!" says I.

"But, say, Sadie, why don"t she come down and see him, then?"

"Just what I"ve been asking her," says Sadie. "She says she"s too busy, and that if he wants to see her he must come up."

"Well, what do you know!" says I. "Pasha, do you want to see her?"

"As I have told," says he, "there is no need. I do not demand it."

"Well, of all the cold-blooded pairs!" says I. "How long since you"ve seen her?"

"Very long," says he; "perhaps twenty years."

"And now all you can work up is a mild curiosity for a glimpse through the window, eh?" says I.

He shrugs his shoulders careless.

"Then, by the great horned spoon," I goes on, "you"re goin" to get what you came after! Trail along upstairs after me. This way. In through here. There you are, Pasha! Lindy, here"s your Don Carlos!"

"Oh!" says she, lookin" up from the shirt-waist she was bastin" a sleeve on, and not even botherin" to take the pins out of her mouth.

And maybe they ain"t some cross-mated couple too! This Pasha party shows up ponderous and imposin", in spite of the funny little fez arrangement on his head. He"s thrown his cloak back, revealin" a regulation frock coat; but under that is some sort of a giddy-tinted silk blouse effect, and the fringed ends of a bright red sash hangs down below his knee on the left side. He"s got a color on him like the inside of an old coffeepot, and the heavy, crinkly beard makes him look like some foreign Amba.s.sador. While Lindy--well, in her black sewin" dress and white ap.r.o.n, she looks slimmer and more old maidish than ever.

He confines his greetin" to a nod of the head, and stands there gazin"

at her as calm as if he was starin" at some stranger in the street.

"I suppose you"ve come to take me away with you, Carlos?" says she.

"No," says he.

"But I thought," says Lindy, "I--I thought some day you might. I didn"t know, though. I haven"t planned on it."

"Is it your wish to go with me?" says he.

"Why, I"m your wife, you know," says she.

"You had my letters, did you?" he goes on.

"Four," says she. "There was one from Spain, when you were a brigand, and another----"

"A brigand!" breaks in Sadie. "Do you mean that, Lindy?"

"Wasn"t that it?" asks Lindy of him.

"For two years, Madam," says Don Carlos, bowin" polite. "A dull sort of business, mingling so much with stupid tourists. Bah! And such small gains! By the time you have divided with the soldiers little is left. So I gave it up."

"The next came from that queer place," says Lindy, "Port--Port----"

"Port Said," helps out Pasha, "where I had a gambling house. That was good for a time. Rather lively also. We had too much shooting and stabbing, though. It was an English officer, that last one. What a row!

In the night I left for Tunisia."

"Oh, yes, Tunis," says Lindy. "Something about slaves there, wasn"t it?"

"Camels also," says Pasha. "I traded in both stolen camels and smuggled slaves."

He throws this off as casual as if he was tellin" about sellin" sewin"

machines. I glances over to see how Sadie"s takin" it, and finds her drawin" in a long breath.

"Well, I never!" says she explosive. "What a shameless wretch! And you dared confess all this to Lindy?"

"Pardon, Madam," says he, smilin" until he shows most of his white teeth, "but I desired no misunderstanding. It is my way with women, to tell them only what is true. If they dislike that--well, there are many others."

"Humph!" says Sadie, tossin" her head. "Lindy, do you hear that?"