but save it I did, and Iâm here. And him sittinâ there cozy and warm in the fine house ye have, maâam, Iâm sure, with his feet in the oven and a pot of strong black tea at his elbow, and not a word to throw to a dog, much less to meself thatâs his lawful wedded wife.â
âWait a minute,â said Mrs. Bean, and she left the phone. This time Freddy couldnât hear what was said, but presently she came back. âIâm sorry,â she said, âbut he wonât speak to you. Where are you?â And when Freddy told her, at the hotel, she said: âI donât understand this at all. If youâre really Brother Aaronâs wifeââ
âAnd havenât I the fine engraved certificate to prove it?â said Freddy. âWith both our names set to it, and a picture of two sweet little doves a sitting close together on a branch at the top, and well I remember how he used to say âtwas him and me. Och, I can hear him now! âWell, well, well, Bridget,â he says, âthem doves weâll be, cooinâ at each other all our lives long.â But sorra a coo Iâve had out of him these many years.â
Freddy was going good, but Mrs. Bean cut him short. âYes, yes,â she said. âYou stay there, maâam. Mr. Bean and I will come down and see you this evening.â And she hung up.
Well Freddy had proved his point all right. If Mr. Doty was the real Mr. Doty, and not married he would have said so right out. If, on the other hand, he did have a wife, he would have talked to her, no matter how much he disliked her. But he had been afraid to come to the phone, although he had not denied that he had a wife. It was pretty plain that he was afraid of being confronted with the real Dotyâs wife, and denounced as an impostor.
Freddy had only put on the old woman disguise because he thought that Mr. Doty might come to see him. And that was exactly what Mr. Doty did. About an hour later Freddy heard the familiar roar and rattle of his car; it stopped with a loud bang; and presently there was a tap on the door and Mr. Doty came in.
Freddy had arranged himself carefully in a chair with his back to the window, his trotters in their black gloves folded in his lap, and his bonnet pulled well down. Against the glare of light he was sure that Mr. Doty could recognize him. Mr. Doty stood for a moment frowning down on him. âWell, well,â he said, âso youâre my wife?â
âWife, is it?â said Freddy. âBe off with you, good man. A wife I am, but not to any wee wizened article like yourself.â
âWell, youâre nothing anybody would pin up, yourself, if it comes to that,â said Mr. Doty. âBut you claim to be Mrs. Aaron Doty, and Iâm Aaron Doty, soââ
âSo if youâre Aaron,â put in Freddy, âyouâve shrunk terrible. A fine big man my Aaron is, with the fine bushy whiskers on him, though a dirty scoundrel entirely. But Iâm thinkinâ youâre likely a bit of a scoundrel yourself, mister, and so Iâll be tellinâ the Beans this eveninâ.â
âTelling them what?â
âThat youâre no more Aaron Doty than Iâm the Queen of Sheba.â
The mean look came into Mr. Dotyâs eyes for a minute, but then he sat down on the bed. âWell, well, that wonât do you much good, will it?â
âItâll do this much good,â said Freddy, âthat Mrs. Beanâll put you out of the spare room and me in it. For itâs the kind heart she has, the good woman, and sheâll not rest in her bed nights thinkinâ of her brotherâs wife, trampinâ the wet and wintry roadsââ
âHow do you know so much about the Beansâ spare room?â Mr. Doty demanded sharply.
âOch, sheâd not be lettinâ you sleep in the stable, though thatâs where you belong, Iâm