Laughing Gas (15 page)

'He sits under Sister Stott.'

'That's what I said - he sits under Sister Stott.'

'I mean, I can say it.'

'I don't understand you.'

'Pretty good, don't you think?'

'What is good?'

'Being able to say it.'

It seemed to seep through into Eggy's mind that an explanation would be in order.

'I was only thinking of something that happened yesterday. I met a girl who talked the most subversive rot. I had been rattling off things like "British constitution" and "The Leith police dismisseth us" without an effort, and she tried to make me believe that being able to say things didn't affect the issue. She scared me a bit, I confess, but to-day I can see through her specious arguments. Perfectly absurd, I mean, to pretend that a fellow is not absolutely all right if he can say things like "British constitution" and "The Leith police dismisseth us", not to mention such a complex and intricate sentence as "He sits under Stister Stott"
...
or, rather, he stits
...
Wait,' said Eggy, marshalling his forces. 'We mustn't allow ourselves to become confused. This is a perfectly straight, clean-cut issue. Putting the thing in a nutshell, then, he stots
...'

He paused. A rather worried look came into his face. And then just as he was starting to have another go at it, his voice died away in a sort of whistling sigh. The stick, slipping from his nerveless grasp, clattered to the floor. He sat rigid in his chair, his Adam's apple going up and down very slowly. He had caught sight of me peering through the curtains.

I couldn't see Miss Brinkmeyer's face, but I imagine it wore an enquiring look. One of those odd looks. Her voice sounded odd.

'Is something the matter, Mr Mannering?'

The green of Eggy's face had shaded away to a delicate white. I had come through the curtains and was standing there giving him an encouraging smile. I wanted to put the old chap at his ease.

'No,' he said. 'Oh, no. No, thanks.'

'You seem unwell.'

Eggy swallowed once or twice.

'No, not a bit, thanks. Never better.'

He removed his eyes from mine with a powerful effort.

'If only it wouldn't grin
'

'Grin?'

'I can't see why it has to grin.' 'I beg your pardon?'

'Nothing,' said Eggy. 'Nothing. Only there's something so sort of ghastly and gloating about it. Pink rabbits, now, must be quite different.'

It semed to be beginning to dawn on Miss Brinkmeyer that she had run up against something rather hot.

'Would you like a glass of water?'

'Eh? No. No, thanks.'

There was a silence.

'I say,' said Eggy, 'tell me about this Temple, will you. It attracts me. This girl I was speaking of mentioned it yesterday, and I liked the sound of it. One of these Cure establishments, is it? I mean, take the case of a fellow -let's call him A - who's been hitting it up a bit. Do they take him in and make him over?'

'That is just what they do.'

'Even if he is a bit far gone?'

'No wreck is too far gone for Sister Stott to save.'

'I have an idea I'll join up. I'm practically a teetotaller already, of course, but I've been having a bit of imp trouble lately. Nothing serious, but annoying. Where do I find this Temple?'

'It's out at Culver City.'

'Do you have to be proposed and seconded and all that?'

'You just walk in. All are welcome.' 'That's good.'

'But we haven't time to talk about that now.' 'No, no. Quite.'

'I want to warn you about this child. Be firm with him.' 'Oh, rather.'

'Stand no nonsense from him. He'll try to put something over on you if he thinks he can.' 'A tough egg, what?'

'As tough as they come. I should describe him as a kind of human hydrophobia skunk.'

I wasn't going to stand this sort of thing. Constructive criticism, yes. Vulgar abuse, no.. I stepped forward. 'I heard that remark,' I said coldly. Miss Brinkmeyer turned. 'Oh, you're there, are you?' 'Good God
!'
said Eggy. 'Can you see it, too?' 'I beg your pardon?'

'Can you see an imp standing over there?' 'Imp is right. This is the Cooley child.' 'It is?' 'Certainly.'

'Phew
I
' said Eggy, sinking back in his chair and beginning to mop his brow.

Miss Brinkmeyer gave me one of her unpleasant looks.

'Your hair's all out of curl. Why can't you keep it tidy. This is Mr Mannering, who is going to grapple with that accent of yours. Say "How do you do, Mr Mannering".'

I was perfectly willing to meet her over so small a point.

'How do you do, Mr Mannering?' I said.

'How do you do?' said Eggy. 'I think I've met your astral body.'

'Well, you've heard him speak now,' said Miss Brinkmeyer, rising. 'I'll leave you to it. I have to see the cook. Do what you can about that voice of his. Get that Ohio twang out of it, if you have to use an axe.'

For some moments after she had gone, Eggy sat plying the handkerchief and heaving like a troubled ocean. Presently he put the handkerchief away.

'Golly, what a relief!' he said. 'You gave me a nice shock, my lad, I can tell you. You ought to do something about that astral body of yours - keep it on the chain or something. You may not know it, but yesterday it got loose somehow and came and breathed in my left ear, not only causing me alarm and despondency but putting me on an entirely wrong track and leading me to take a completely mistaken view of the state of affairs. Of course, it's all right now. I see that the whole thing —'

I stood wrapped in thought. Now that I had succeeded in getting him alone, I was wondering how best to approach the rather delicate matter in hand.

'I see now that the whole thing was a perfectly natural psychic phenomenon. A perfectly natural psychic phenomenon,' he repeated, as if the words did him good. 'I don't say I understand it - probably our minds are not meant to understand these things - but I expect it's happening all over the place all the time. And that girl tried to kid me that I was breaking up
I
It just shows how you ought never to listen to people. They mean well, but they talk rot. Do you realize that if we hadn't met like this, so that I was able to see that the whole thing was a perfectly natural psychic phenomenon, I should by this time have been a bally teetotaller? I assure you. My mind was made up. I was fully resolved to go to that Temple of whatever it is and sign on for the duration.'

I continued to muse. My position, I could see, would require careful explanation. It would be necessary, of course, to issue a statement, and this would have to be done in just the right way.

I had little doubt that in the end I would be able to get the salient data across to him. Eggy, though jumpy, is not at all a sceptical chap. To take but one instance, he believes everything the racing experts in the morning papers write. He would, I fancied, make a receptive audience.

But, of course, the preliminary
pourparlers
would have to be done just so. His voice took on a peevish note.

'What an ass that girl was. Suppose her father did see a pink rabbit. Suppose it did ask him for a match. What of it? These things are entirely a matter of the individual. What will cause one man to see pink rabbits will have no effect whatsoever on another who is made of sterner stuff. It's a question of constitution and, I fancy, of glands. I've got a magnificent constitution and my glands are top-hole, so I have nothing to worry about. But I mustn't go gassing on like this all the morning. Probably boring you stiff. Besides, I'm supposed to teach you elocution.

'Well, I've heard your voice, laddie, and I agree with the old girl that something's got to be done about it. It wants massage or amputation or something along those lines. It's that
"ow"
that seems to be the main snag. The way you said "How do you do?" sounded like a banjo with stomach trouble. Suppose we start by treating that. Repeat this after me. "How now, brown cow
..."
'

I came to a decision. It was no good beating about the bush. I must lay my cards on the table. Explanations might be necessary later, but first of all I must get straight down to what old Plimsoll calls the
res.

'Listen,' I said, 'I've got something to say to you.'

'Exactly. "How now, brown cow." Come on, laddie, all together now. Repeat after me: "How now, brown cow, do not frown beneath the bough".'

I refused to be diverted from my purpose in order to humour him with any such drivel.

'I must begin by mentioning,' I said, 'that I am your cousin, Reggie Havershot.'

Eggy had been repeating 'How now, brown cow' in an inviting and encouraging manner, but this stopped him like a bullet. He blinked several times.

'Did you say something then?' he asked in a low, rather hollow voice.

'I said that I was your cousin Reggie Havershot. It's quite simple,' I went on reassuringly. 'My soul got into the wrong body.'

There was silence for a moment. He seemed to be drinking it in. Then just as I thought he had begun to grasp the gist, he heaved a long, shuddering sort of sigh and with a gesture of sad resignation stooped and picked up his hat and stick.

'This is the end,' he said. 'I give up. If anyone asks for me, I shall be at the Temple of the New Dawn. Address letters care of Sister Stott.'

He passed through the curtains with a bowed head.

'Hi!
Wait a minute!' I cried and, legging it after him, collided with some solid body. For an instant everything went black, and it was not long before I discovered the reason for this. I was standing with my face embedded in a human stomach.