The door is locked, said Casey.
No they are not, said the Good Fairy.
That is a pity, said the Pooka civilly. I suppose we can only wait until we are asked in. Has anybody got an American master-key?
A bullet would put the lock in in half a tick, said Shorty.
I don't doubt that, said Slug, but there is going to be no gun-play here, remember that.
I have not got a key anyway, said the Good Fairy, except an old-fashioned watch-key, a very good instrument for taking out blackheads.
The new-lit fire was maturing with high leaps which glowed for red instants on the smooth cheeks of the inky grapes and on the long tenuous flanks of the marrows.
Our policy, said the Pooka with his careful statesman's smile as he sat in his arm-chair with his clubfoot hidden beneath the seat, must be an open one, a policy of wait and see.
What about a hand of cards? asked Shorty.
Eh?
Just to pass the time...
Not a bad idea at all, said the Good Fairy.
I don't hold with gambling, said the Pooka, for money.
With quiet industry he filled at his pipe, his face averted.
Of course a small stake to keep one's interest from flagging, he said, there is no great harm in that. That is a different thing.
It will pass the time for a start, said Casey.
Deal out for a round of Poker, said the Good Fairy, there is nothing like a good game of cards.
Have you a pack, Shorty? asked Slug.
I have the cards in my hand, said Shorty, gather in closer, my arm isn't a yard long. How many hands now?
Is Sweeny playing, asked Casey, are you, Sweeny?
Have you any money, Sweeny? asked Slug.
Six hands, said the Good Fairy placidly, everybody is playing.
You in the pocket, barked Shorty, if you think you are going to play cards you are making a bloody big mistake.
Mad Sweeny was sprawled on a chair in an attitude of inadvertence, idly plucking the blood-stiffened lichen from the gash in his nipple with an idle finger. His eyelids fluttered as he addressed himself to the utterance of this stave.
They have passed below me in their course, the stags across Ben Boirche, their antlers tear the sky, I will take a hand.
Tell me, said the Pooka putting his hand in his pocket, are you going to play?
Of course I am going to play, said the Good Fairy loudly, certainly I am going to play, why shouldn't I play?
We are playing for money, said Shorty roughly, what guarantee have we that you will... pay?
My word of honour, said the Good Fairy.
You have your porridge, said Shorty.
How are you going to take the cards if you have no hands and where do you keep your money if you have no pocket, answer me that, asked Slug sharply.
Gentlemen, interposed the Pooka civilly, we really must learn to discuss difficulties without a needless resort to acrimony and heat. The party in my pocket would not be long there if I were not satisfied that he was of unimpeachable character. The charge of cheating or defaulting at cards is a vile one and a charge that cannot be lightly levelled in the present company. In every civilized community it is necessary that the persons comprising it shall accept one another at their face value as honest men until the contrary is proved. Give me the cards and I will deal out six hands, one of which I will pass into my pocket. Did I ever tell you the old story about Dermot and Granya?
Take the cards if you want them, snapped Shorty, and talk about face-value, that fellow has no face. By God it's a poor man that hasn't that much.
We'll try anything once, said Casey.
No, said the Good Fairy, I never heard that particular story. If it is dirty, of course, etiquette precludes me from listening to it at all.
The Pooka shuffled clumsily with his long-nailed fingers.
Go on, man, deal, said Slug.
It is not dirty, said the Pooka, it is one of the old Irish sagas. I played a small part in it in the long ago. The card-playing here brings it all back - how many hands did I say I would deal?
Six.
Six fives are thirty, one of the even numerals. Where women were concerned, this Dermot was a ruffian of the worst kind. Your wife was never safe if you happened to live in the same town with Dermot.
Don't waste so much time, man, said Slug.
You don't mean to tell me, said the Good Fairy, that he ran away with your kangaroo? Hurry and pass my cards in to me here. Come on now.
There you are now, said the Pooka, six hands. No he did not, all this happened before the happy day of my marriage. But what he did do, he ran away with Granya, the woman of Finn MacCool. By Golly it took a good man to do that.
The light is very bad in here, said the Good Fairy, I can hardly see my cards at all.
Don't be striking matches in there, that's all, said the Pooka, fire is one thing that I don't like at all. Throw your cards on the floor, gentlemen. How many cards can I give you, Mr. Casey?
Three.
Three gone over, said the Pooka. He had not gone far I need not tell you when Finn had started off behind him in full chase. It was hard going in the depth of winter for the fleeing lovers.
A knot of green-topped bunch-leaves, said Sweeny, is our choice from a bed of sorrel, acorns and nuts and cresses thick, and three cards we desire.
Three for you, said the Pooka.
Put your hand in your pocket, said the Good Fairy, take out the two cards on the left-hand side and give me two new ones.
Certainly, said the Pooka. One dark night the woman and Dermot strayed into my cave in their wanderings, looking if you please for a night's lodging. I was working at that time, you understand, in the west of Ireland. My cave was by the seaside.
What in the name of God are you talking about? asked Shorty. It's up to me, I go threepence.
One thing led to another, continued the Pooka, till Dermot and myself agreed to play a game of chess for the woman. Granya was certainly a very fine-looking lump of a girl. I will advance the play to fivepence.
I cannot hear right, said the Good Fairy querulously, what are we playing for - a woman. What use is a woman to me?
Fivepence, you dumb-bell, shouted Shorty.
I will double that, said the Good Fairy. Tenpence.
At this stage, certain parties signified that they were retiring from the game.
So we sat down to the chessboard the two of us, said the Pooka. My guest succeeded in getting white and opened with pawn to king's bishop four, apparently choosing the opening known as Byrd's, so much favoured by Alekhine and the Russian masters. I will make it a shilling.
One and sixpence, said Shorty quickly.
I will see one and sixpence, said the Good Fairy.
I replied with a simple pawn to king's three, a good temporizing move until my opponent disclosed the line he was to follow. The move has received high praise from more than one competent authority. I will also see Mr. Andrews for the sum of one and sixpence.
All right, the two of you are seeing me for one and six, said Shorty, there you are, three kings, three royal sovereigns.
Not good enough I am afraid, said the Good Fairy in a jubilant manner, there is a nice flush in hearts here in the pocket. Take it out and see it for yourselves. A flush in hearts.
None of your bloody miracles, shouted Shorty, we're playing for money! None of your trick-o'-the-loop, none of your bloody quick ones! If you try that game I'll take you out of that pocket by the scruff of the bloody neck and give you a kick in the waterworks!
What was his next move do you think? asked the Pooka. You would hardly credit it - pawn to king's knight's four! I have a full house here, by the way.
Give us a look at it.
Three tens and two twos, said the Pooka quietly. All I had to do was to move my queen to rook five and I had him where I wanted him. Pay up, gentlemen, and look pleasant.
A good-looking one and sixpence, growled Shorty as he groped in the interior of his fob-pocket.
Queen to rook five was mate, of course, said the Pooka, mate in two, a world record. Stop tugging like that or you will tear my little pocket.
One moment, said the Good Fairy in a whisper, could I see you alone in the hallway for a couple of minutes. I want to discuss something private.
Hurry up for barney's sake till we have another round, said Slug rubbing his hands, give the luck a chance to circulate.
There you are, one and sixpence, said Shorty.
Most certainly, said the Pooka courteously, pray excuse us for a moment, gentlemen, the Fairy and myself have a private matter to discuss in the hallway, though itself it is a draughty place for colloquy and fine talk. We will be back again directly.
He arose with a bow and left the room.
What is it, he asked politely in the passage.
When you won the woman, said the Good Fairy, what did you do with her is it any harm to ask?
Is that all you require to know?
Well no. As a matter of fact...
You have no money!
Exactly.
What explanation have you to offer for such conduct?
You see, I always win at cards. I...
What is your explanation?
Don't talk so loud, man, said the Good Fairy in alarm, the others will hear you. I cannot be disgraced in front of a crowd like that.
I am sorry, said the Pooka coldly, but I am afraid it is my duty to make the matter public. If it were my own personal concern solely, it would be otherwise, of course. In the present circumstances I have no alternative. The others allowed you to play on my recommendation and you have callously dishonoured me. I cannot be expected to stand by and see them exploited further. Therefore...
For God's sake don't do that, don't do that under any circumstances, I would never get over it, it would kill my mother...
Your concern for your family does you credit but I'm afraid it is too late to think of that.
I will pay back every penny I owe you.
When?
Give me time, give me a chance...
Nonsense! You are merely wriggling, merely...
For God's sake, man...
I will give you one alternative to instant exposure and you can take it or leave it. I will forget the debt and advance you an extra sixpence - making two shillings in all - provided you relinquish absolutely your claim to influence the baby that is expected inside.
What!
You can take your choice.
You cad, you bloody cad!
The Pooka twitched his pocket with a profound shrug of his gaunt shoulders.
Which is it to be? he inquired.
I'll see you damned first, said the Good Fairy excitedly. Very well. It is all the same to me. Let us go inside.
Stop a minute, you, you... Wait.
Well?
All right, you win. But by God I'll get even with you yet, if it takes me a thousand years, I'll get my own back if I have to swing for it, don't forget that!
That is very satisfactory, said the Pooka with a grateful re-dawn of his urbanity, you have undoubtedly done the right thing and I offer you my congratulations on your pertinacity. Here is the extra sixpence. Let us rejoin the ladies.
You wait! Even if it is a thousand years, you wait!
In regard to the little question you asked me about the lady I won as a result of my skill at chess, it is a long story and a crooked one - shall we go in?
Go in and be damned to you!
The Pooka re-entered the room with his civil smile.
There's your hand, said Slug, hurry up, we haven't all day, man.
I'm sorry for the delay, said the Pooka.
The company again fell to card-play.
After a moderately lengthy interval a good-quality Yale key grated in the lock and the door of the bedroom was thrown open, a broad beam of gaslight pouring in on the players as they turned their questioning faces from their cards to the light. The pallor of the glare was tempered about the edges by a soft apparently-supernatural radiance of protoplasmic amethyst and spotted with a twinkling pattern of red and green stars so that it poured into the ante-room and flowed and eddied in the corners and the shadows like the spreading tail of a large male peacock, a glorious thing like muslin or iridescent snow or like the wispy suds of milk when it is boiling over on a hob. Temporary discontinuance of foregoing.
Note on Constructional of Argumentive Difficulty:
The task of rendering and describing the birth of Mr. Trellis's illegitimate offspring I found one fraught with obstacles and difficulties of a technical, constructional, or literary character - so much so, in fact, that I found it entirely beyond my powers. This latter statement follows my decision to abandon a passage extending over the length of eleven pages touching on the arrival of the son and his sad dialogue with his wan mother on the subject of his father, the passage being, by general agreement, a piece of undoubted mediocrity.
The passage, however, served to provoke a number of discussions with my friends and acquaintances on the subject of aestho-psycho-eugenics and the general chaos which would result if all authors were disposed to seduce their female characters and bring into being, as a result, offspring of the quasi-illusory type. It was asked why Trellis did not require the expectant mother to make a violent end of herself and the trouble she was causing by the means of drinking a bottle of disinfectant fluid usually to be found in bathrooms. The answer I gave was that the author was paying less and less attention to his literary work and was spending entire days and nights in the unremitting practice of his sleep. This explanation, I am glad to say, gave instant satisfaction and was represented as ingenious by at least one of the inquirers concerned.
It may be usefully mentioned here that I had carefully considered giving an outward indication of the son's semi-humanity by furnishing him with only the half of a body. Here I encountered further difficulties. If given the upper half only, it would be necessary to provide a sedan-chair or litter with at least two runners or scullion-boys to operate it. The obtrusion of two further characters would lead to complications, the extent of which could not be foreseen. On the other hand, to provide merely the lower half,
videlicet,
the legs and lumbar region, would be to narrow unduly the validity of the son and confine his activities virtually to walking, running, kneeling and kicking football. For that reason I decided ultimately to make no outward distinction and thus avoided any charge that my work was somewhat farfetched. It will be observed that the omission of several pages at this stage does not materially disturb the continuity of the story.