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ffect which her gaze might have created in the breasts of the sex she despised； had it been double instead of single…barrelled。 But half of it had wasted itself on a spot some few feet to his right。
Presently the door opened again； and Mr。 Crocker appeared； looking like a benevolent priest。
CHAPTER XIX
BETWEEN FATHER AND SON
〃WELL； Skinner； my man；〃 said Jimmy； 〃how goes it？〃
Mr。 Crocker looked about him cautiously。 Then his priestly manner fell from him like a robe； and he bounded forward。
〃Jimmy！〃 he exclaimed； seizing his son's hand and shaking it violently。 〃Say； it's great seeing you again； Jim！〃
Jimmy drew himself up haughtily。
〃Skinner； my good menial； you forget yourself strangely！ You will be getting fired if you mitt the handsome guest in this chummy fashion！〃 He slapped his father on the back。 〃Dad； this is great！ How on earth do you e to be here？ What's the idea？ Why the buttling？ When did you e over？ Tell me all！〃
Mr。 Crocker hoisted himself nimbly onto the writing…desk； and sat there； beaming； with dangling legs。
〃It was your letter that did it； Jimmy。 Say； Jim； there wasn't any need for you to do a thing like that just for me。〃
〃Well； I thought you would have a better chance of being a peer without me around。 By the way； dad； how did my step…mother take the Lord Percy episode？〃
A shadow fell upon Mr。 Crocker's happy face。
〃I don't like to do much thinking about your step…mother；〃 he said。 〃She was pretty sore about Percy。 And she was pretty sore about your lighting out for America。 But； gee！ what she must be feeling like now that I've e over； I daren't let myself think。〃
〃You haven't explained that yet。 Why did you e over？〃
〃Well； I'd been feeling homesickI always do over there in the baseball seasonand then talking with Pett made it worse〃
〃Talking with Pett？ Did you see him； then； when he was in London？〃
〃See him？ I let him in！〃
〃How？〃
〃Into the house； I mean。 I had just gone to the front door to see what sort of a day it wasI wanted to know if there had been enough rain in the night to stop my having to watch that cricket gameand just as I got there the bell rang。 I opened the door。〃
〃A revoltingly plebeian thing to do！ I'm ashamed of you； dad！ They won't stand for that sort of thing in the House of Lords！〃
〃Well； before I knew what was happening they had taken me for the butler。 I didn't want your step…mother to know I'd been opening doorsyou remember how touchy she was always about it so I just let it go at that and jollied them along。 But I just couldn't help asking the old man how the pennant race was making out； and that tickled him so much that he offered me a job here as butler if I ever wanted to make a change。 And then your note came saying that you were going to New York； andwell； I couldn't help myself。 You couldn't have kept me in London with ropes。 I sneaked out next day and bought a passage on the Carmanticshe sailed the Wednesday after you leftand came straight here。 They gave me this job right away。〃 Mr。 Crocker paused； and a holy light of enthusiasm made his homely features almost beautiful。 〃Say； Jim； I've seen a ball…game every darned day since I landed！ Say； two days running Larry Doyle made home…runs！ But； gosh！ that guy Klem is one swell robber！ See here！〃 Mr。 Crocker sprang down from the desk； and snatched up a handful of books； which he proceeded to distribute about the floor。 〃There were two men on bases in the sixth and What's…his…name came to bat。 He lined one out to centre…fieldwhere this book isand〃
〃Pull yourself together； Skinner！ You can't monkey about with the employer's library like that。〃 Jimmy restored the books to their places。 〃Simmer down and tell me more。 Postpone the gossip from the diamond。 What plans have you made？ Have you considered the future at all？ You aren't going to hold down this buttling job forever； are you？ When do you go back to London？〃
The light died out of Mr。 Crocker's face。
〃I guess I shall have to go back some time。 But how can I yet； with the Giants leading the league like this？〃
〃But did you just light out without saying anything？〃
〃I left a note for your step…mother telling her I had gone to America for a vacation。 Jimmy； I hate to think what she's going to do to me when she gets me back！〃
〃Assert yourself； dad！ Tell her that woman's place is the home and man's the ball…park！ Be firm！〃
Mr。 Crocker shook his head dubiously。
〃It's all very well to talk that way when you're three thousand miles from home； but you know as well as I do； Jim； that your step…mother； though she's a delightful woman； isn't the sort you can assert yourself with。 Look at this sister of hers here。 I guess you haven't been in the house long enough to have noticed； but she's very like Eugenia in some ways。 She's the boss all right； and old Pett does just what he's told to。 I guess it's the same with me； Jim。 There's a certain type of man that's just born to have it put over on him by a certain type of woman。 I'm that sort of man and your stepmother's that sort of woman。 No； I guess I'm going to get mine all right； and the only thing to do is to keep it from stopping me having a good time now。〃
There was truth in what he said； and Jimmy recognised it。 He changed the subject。
〃Well； never mind that。 There's no sense in worrying oneself about the future。 Tell me； dad； where did you get all the 'dinner…is…served； madam' stuff？ How did you ever learn to be a butler？〃
〃Bayliss taught me back in London。 And； of course； I've played butlers when I was on the stage。〃 Jimmy did not speak for a moment。
〃Did you ever play a kidnapper； dad？〃 he asked at length。
〃Sure。 I was Chicago Ed in a crook play called 'This Way Out。' Why； surely you saw me in that？ I got some good notices。〃
Jimmy nodded。
〃Of course。 I knew I'd seen you play that sort of part some time。 You came on during the dark scene and〃
〃switched on the lights and〃
〃covered the bunch with your gun while they were still blinking！ You were great in that part； dad。〃
〃It was a good part；〃 said Mr。 Crocker modestly。 〃It had fat。 I'd like to have a chance to play a kidnapper again。 There's a lot of pep to kidnappers。〃
〃You shall play one again；〃 said Jimmy。 〃I am putting on a little sketch with a kidnapper as the star part。〃
〃Eh？ A sketch？ You； Jim？ Where？〃
〃Here。 In this house。 It is entitled 'Kidnapping Ogden' and opens to…night。〃
Mr。 Crocker looked at his only son in concern。 Jimmy appeared to him to be rambling。
〃Amateur theatricals？〃 he hazarded。
〃In the sense that there is no pay for performing； yes。 Dad； you know that kid Ogden upstairs？ Well； it's quite simple。 I want you to kidnap him for me。〃
Mr。 Crocker sat down heavily。 He shook his head。
〃I don't follow all this。〃
〃Of course not。 I haven't begun to explain。 Dad； in your rambles through this joint you've noticed a girl with glorious red…gold hair； I imagine？〃
〃Ann Chester？〃
〃Ann Chester。 I'm going to marry her。〃
〃Jimmy！〃
〃But she doesn't know it yet。 Now； follow me carefully； dad。 Five years ago Ann Chester wrote a book of poems。 It's on that desk there。 You were using it a moment back as second…base or something。 Now； I was working at that time on the Chronicle。 I wrote a skit on those poems for the Sunday paper。 Do you begin to follow the plot？〃
〃She's got it in for you？ She's sore？〃
〃Exactly。 Get that firmly fixed in your mind； because it's the source from which all the rest of the story springs。〃
Mr。 Crocker interrupted。
〃But I don't understand。 You say she's sore at you。 Well； how is it that you came in together looking as if you were good friends when I let you in this morning？〃
〃I was waiting for you to ask that。 The explanation is that she doesn't know that I am Jimmy Crocker。〃
〃But you came here saying that you were Jimmy Crocker。〃
〃Quite right。 And that is where the plot thickens。 I made Ann's acquaintance first in London and then on the boat。 I had found out that Jimmy Crocker was the man she hated most in the world； so I took another name。 I called myself Bayliss。〃
〃Bayliss！〃
〃I had to think of something quick； because the clerk at the shipping office was waiting to fill in my ticke
