pgw.psmith,journalist-第20部分
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〃What's all this？〃 demanded Mr。 Gooch。
〃I will explain all；〃 said Psmith soothingly。 In the first place； however； this matter of rade Spaghetti's rent。 Sooner than see that friend of my boyhood slung out to do the wandering…child… in…the…snow act； I will brass up for him。〃
〃Confound his rent。 Let me out。〃
〃Business before pleasure。 How much is it？ Twelve dollars？ For the privilege of suffocating in this pact little Black Hole？ By my halidom； rade Gooch； that gentleman whose name you are so shortly to tell us has a very fair idea of how to charge！ But who am I that I should criticise？ Here are the simoleons； as our young friend； rade Maloney； would call them。 Push me over a receipt。〃
〃Let me out。〃
〃Anon； gossip； anon。Shakespeare。 First； the receipt。〃
Mr。 Gooch scribbled a few words in his notebook and tore out the page。 Psmith thanked him。
〃I will see that it reaches rade Spaghetti；〃 he said。 〃And now to a more important matter。 Don't put away that notebook。 Turn to a clean page； moisten your pencil； and write as follows。 Are you ready？ By the way； what is your Christian name？ 。 。 。 Gooch； Gooch； this is no way to speak！ Well； if you are sensitive on the point； we will waive the Christian name。 It is my duty to tell you； however； that I suspect it to be Percy。 Let us push on。 Are you ready； once more？ Pencil moistened？ Very well； then。 'I'ma 'being of sound mind and body'ma' and a bright little chap altogether'maWhy； you're not writing。〃
〃Let me out；〃 bellowed Mr。 Gooch。 〃I'll summon you for assault and battery。 Playing a fool game like this！ Get away from that door。〃
〃There has been no assault and battery yet； rade Gooch； but who shall predict how long so happy a state of things will last？ Do not be deceived by our gay and smiling faces； rade Gooch。 We mean business。 Let me put the whole position of affairs before you； and I am sure a man of your perception will see that there is only one thing to be done。〃
He dusted the only chair in the room with infinite care and sat down。 Billy Windsor； who had not spoken a word or moved an inch since the beginning of the interview； continued to stand and be silent。 Mr。 Gooch shuffled restlessly in the middle of the room。
〃As you justly observed a moment ago；〃 said Psmith； 〃the staff of Cosy Moments is taking big risks。 We do not rely on your unsupported word for that。 We have had practical demonstration of the fact from one J。 Repetto； who tried some few nights ago to put us out of business。 Well； it struck us both that we had better get hold of the name of the blighter who runs these tenements as quickly as possible； before rade Repetto's next night out。 That is what we should like you to give us； rade Gooch。 And we should like it in writing。 And； on second thoughts； in ink。 I have one of those patent non…leakable fountain pens in my pocket。 The Old Journalist's Best Friend。 Most of the ink has e out and is permeating the lining of my coat； but I think there is still sufficient for our needs。 Remind me later； rade Gooch； to continue on the subject of fountain pens。 I have much to say on the theme。 Meanwhile； however； business； business。 That is the cry。〃
He produced a pen and an old letter； the last page of which was blank； and began to write。
〃How does this strike you？ 〃he said。 〃'I'（I have left a blank for the Christian name： you can write it in yourself later）' I； blank Gooch； being a collector of rents in Pleasant Street； New York； do hereby swear'hush； rade Gooch； there is no need to do it yet'that the name of the owner of the Pleasant Street tenements； who is responsible for the perfectly foul conditions there； is' And that is where you e in； rade Gooch。 That is where we need your specialised knowledge。 Who is he？〃
Billy Windsor reached out and grabbed the rent collector by the collar。 Having done this； he proceeded to shake him。
Billy was muscular； and his heart was so much in the business that Mr。 Gooch behaved as if he had been caught in a high wind。 It is probable that in another moment the desired information might have been shaken out of him； but before this could happen there was a banging at the door； followed by the entrance of Master Maloney。 For the first time since Psmith had known him； Pugsy was openly excited。
〃Say；〃 he began； 〃youse had better beat it quick； you had。 Dey's ing！〃
〃And now go back to the beginning； rade Maloney；〃 said Psmith patiently； 〃which in the exuberance of the moment you have skipped。 Who are ing？〃
〃Why； dem。 De guys。〃
Psmith shook his head。
〃Your habit of omitting essentials； rade Maloney； is going to undo you one of these days。 When you get to that ranch of yours； you will probably start out to gallop after the cattle without remembering to mount your mustang。 There are four million guys in New York。 Which section is it that is ing？
〃Gum！ I don't know how many dere is ob dem。 I seen Spider Reilly an' Jack Repetto an'…〃
〃Say no more；〃 said Psmith。 〃If rade Repetto is there； that is enough for me。 I am going to get on the roof and pull it up after me。〃
Billy released Mr。 Gooch； who fell； puffing； on to the low bed； which stood in one corner of the room。
〃They must have spotted us as we were ing here；〃 he said； 〃and followed us。 Where did you see them； Pugsy？〃
〃On de Street just outside。 Dere was a bunch of dem talkin' togedder； and I hears dem say you was in here。 One of dem seen you e in； an dere ain't no ways out but de front； so dey ain't hurryin'！ Dey just reckon to pike along upstairs； lookin' into each room till dey finds you。 An dere's a bunch of dem goin' to wait on de Street in case youse beat it past down de stairs while de udder guys is rubberin' for youse。 Say； gents； it's pretty fierce； dis proposition。 What are youse goin' to do？〃
Mr。 Gooch； from the bed； laughed unpleasantly。
〃I guess you ain't the only assault…and…battery artists in the business；〃 he said。 〃Looks to me as if some one else was going to get shaken up some。〃
Billy looked at Psmith。
〃Well？〃 he said。 〃What shall we do？ Go down and try and rush through？〃
Psmith shook his head。
〃Not so； rade Windsor； but about as much otherwise as you can jolly well imagine。〃
〃Well； what then？〃
〃We will stay here。 Or rather we will hop nimbly up on to the roof through that skylight。 Once there； we may engage these varlets on fairly equal terms。 They can only get through one at a time。 And while they are doing it I will give my celebrated imitation of Horatius。 We had better be moving。 Our luggage； fortunately； is small。 Merely rade Gooch。 If you will get through the skylight； I will pass him up to you。〃
Mr。 Gooch； with much verbal embroidery； stated that he would not go。 Psmith acted promptly。 Gripping the struggling rent collector round the waist； and ignoring his frantic kicks as mere errors in taste； he lifted him to the trap…door； whence the head； shoulders and arms of Billy Windsor protruded into the room。 Billy collected the collector； and then Psmith turned to Pugsy。
〃rade Maloney。〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Have I your ear？〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Are you listening till you feel that your ears are the size of footballs？ Then drink this in。 For weeks you have been praying for a chance to show your devotion to the great cause； or if you haven't； you ought to have been。 That chance has e。 You alone can save us。 In a sense； of course； we do not need to be saved。 They will find it hard to get at us； I fancy； on the roof。 But it ill befits the dignity of the editorial staff of a great New York weekly to roost like pigeons for any length of time； and consequently it is up to you。〃
〃Shall I go for de cops； Mr。 Smith？〃
〃No； rade Maloney； I thank you。 I have seen the cops in action； and they did not impress me。 We do not want allies who will merely shake their heads at rade Repetto and the others； however sternly。 We want some one who will swoop down upon these merry roisterers； and； as it were； soak to them good。 Do you know where Dude Dawson lives？〃
The light of intelligence began to shine in Master Maloney's face。 His eye glistened with respectful approval。 This was strategy of the right sort。
〃Dude Dawson？ Nope。 But I can ask around。〃
〃Do so； rade Maloney。 And when found； tell him that his old college chum； Spider Reilly； is here。 He will not be able to e himself； I fear； but he can send representatives。〃
〃Sure。〃
〃That's all； then。 Go downstairs with a gay and jaunty air； as if you had no connection with the old firm at all。 Whistle a few lively bars。 Make careless gestures。 Thus shall you win through。 And now it would be no bad idea； I fancy； for me to join the rest of the brains of the paper up aloft。 Off you go； rade Maloney。 And； in passing； don't take a week about it。 Leg it with all the speed you possess。〃
Pugsy vanished； and Psmith closed the door behind him。 Inspection revealed the fact that it possessed no lock。 As a barrier it was useless。 He left it ajar； and； jumping up； gripped the edge of the opening in the roof and pulled himself through。
Billy Windsor was seated fortably on Mr。 Gooch's chest a few feet away。 By his side was his big stick。 Psmith possessed himself of this； and looked about him。 The examination was satisfactory。 The trap…door appeared to be the only means of access to the roof； and between their roof and that of the next house there was a broad gulf。
〃Practically impregnable；〃 he murmured。 〃Only one thing can dish us； rade Windsor； and that is if they have the sense to get on to the roof next door and start shooting。 Even in that case； however； we have cover in the shape of the chimneys。 I think we may fairly say that all is well。 How are you getting along？ Has the patient responded at all？〃
〃Not yet；〃 said Billy。 〃But he's going to。〃
〃He will be in your charge。 I must devote myself exclusively to guarding the bridge。 It is a pity that the trap has not got a bolt this side。 If it had； the thing would be a perfect picnic。 As it is； we must leave it open。 But we mustn't expect everything。〃
Billy was about to speak； but Psmith suddenly held up his hand warningly。 From the room below came a sound of feet。
For a moment the silence was tense。 Then from Mr。 Gooch's lips there escaped a screech。
〃This way！ They're up〃
The words were cut short
