It's Magic, You Dope - PDF
نویسندگان: Jack Sharkey
خلاصه: CHAPTER 1IT was the same two guys. I spotted them standing down at the end of the dark street, just beyond thecone of light cast by the street lamp. They were pretending to be neighborhood people, carrying on acasual conversation on the corner, but I knew they were the same guys I'd seen standing outside thelibrary when I'd left it a half hour before, in downtown Chicago.I was quite curious, but lacked the nerve to approach them and ask what they wanted. They might wantmy wallet and watch, and then where'd I be? So I just slammed the door of my sedan, and started up thewalk toward Susan's house, pretending I hadn't noticed them. I wished there were more people out ontheir porches, but the autumn evenings had been turning colder, and hardly anyone came out.I rang the bell of the two-story bungalow where Susan lived with her folks, and was reassured to hearthe sound of footsteps coming to answer the chimes. Mrs. Baker, Susan's mother, opened the door."Hello, Al,” she said. “Susan'll be down in a minute. Here, let me take your hat.” She rambled throughsome more mother-greeting-suitor talk, and I finally wound up in the living room, sitting in the centerof the sofa, alone, while Mr. Baker, Susan's father, puffed at his pipe and tried to engage me in lightconversation on the subject of burglary. Garvey Baker was the night-watchman at the Marshall Field'sstore up near Lake Street in Oak Park. He was usually about to go out to work about the time I showedup to see Susan. It helped.As long as we were on the subject of crime, I mentioned those two guys who seemed to have followedme from the Loop. Mr. Baker laughed. “You've been reading too many mystery books,” he said with aninfuriatingly paternal smile."Yes, sir,” I said, anxiously awaiting the moment when he would lift his gold watch from his vestpocket, say, “Well, better get down to the store before the thieves strip it bare,” and go. Mrs. Bakercame in with a tray."Thought you might like some cookies and lemonade,” she explained, setting the tray down on theendtable beside the sofa. I thanked her, and she laughed and went out into the kitchen again."Well,” said Garvey Baker, getting ponderously to his feet, and glancing at that gold watch. “I betterget on up to the store before the thieves strip it bare.” I was glad to hear the front door close behindhim. Then a light patter of feet on the hall stairs announced the arrival of Miss Susan Baker, and Ijumped gratefully to my feet...."Al,” she smiled, coming across the room to me, her hands outstretched to lightly grip mine."Hi, Susan,” I said, taking hold of her fingertips for that brief moment before she'd deftly tug them free."Do you like my dress?” she said, pirouetting. “Pop got it at his discount. Isn't it adorable?"I said it was, and she sat beside me on the sofa. Perhaps “beside” is too strong. It was a three-seater; sheand I filled the one and three cushions."Your mother made lemonade for us,” I said. “Here it is, on the tray.""Oh, how nice!” said Susan, her eyes dancing. “Wasn't that nice of Mom, Al?"I said it was, and we sat a while longer. Then, getting up a little courage, I turned to her and said,“Would you like some?""Oh, please,” said Susan, brightly.I arose and poured out two glasses of lemonade, gave one to her, and sat back with the other, on thetwo-cushion.