Torchy, Private Sec. Part 50
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"I think it's the silly veil to which I object most," says she. "As if anyone ever did see a blus.h.i.+ng bride! Why, the ordeal has them half scared to death, poor things! And no wonder. Yes, I quite agree with Robert. Weddings should be actually happy affairs--not stiff, gloomy ceremonies c.u.mbered with outworn conventions. I've seen women weep at weddings. If I should catch one doing that at mine, I should be tempted to box her ears. Really! So we have decided that our wedding must be a merry one. That is why, Torchy, we have sent for you."
"Eh?" says I, gawpin'.
"You are to be best man," says Mr. Robert, clappin' me on the back.
"Me?" I gasps. "Ah, say!"
"Your Miss Verona," adds Elsa, "is to be my only bridesmaid."
"Well, that helps," says I. "But how--where----"
"It doesn't matter," says Mr. Robert. "Anywhere in the State--or I can get a Connecticut or New Jersey license. It shall be wherever you decide."
"Wha-a-at?" says I.
Mr. Robert chuckles.
"As best man," he goes on, "we appoint you general manager of the whole affair; don't we, Elsa?"
She nods, smilin'.
"With full powers," says she.
"We'll motor out somewhere," adds Mr. Robert. "You and Miss Vee take the limousine; we will go in the roadster. If Marjorie and Ferdie wish to come along, they can join us in their car."
"How about a dominie?" says I. "Do I pick up one casual along the road?"
"Oh, I forgot the Reverend Percy," says Mr. Robert. "He's consented to quit that East Side settlement work of his for a day. You'll have to take him along. Now, how soon may we start? To-morrow morning, say?"
"Hel-lup!" says I. "I'm gettin' dizzy."
"Then Tuesday," says he, "at nine-thirty sharp."
"But say, Mr. Robert," says I, "just what----"
"Only make it as merry as you know how," he breaks in. "That's the main idea; isn't it, Elsa?"
Another nod from Elsa.
"Robert has great faith in you as a promoter of cheerful affairs," says she. "I think I have, too."
"That being the case," says I, "I got to live up to my rep. or strip a gear. So here goes."
With which I breezes out and pikes uptown to consult Vee.
"Did you ever hear anything so batty?" says I.
"Why, I think it's perfectly splendid fun," says Vee. "Just think, Torchy, you can do anything you choose!"
"It's the choosin' that's goin' to bother me," says I. "I'm no matrimonial stage manager. I don't even know where to pull the thing off."
"I've thought of just the place," says she. "Harbor Hill, the Vernon Markleys' place out on Long Island. They're in the mountains now, you know, and the house is closed; but----"
"You ain't thinkin' of borrowin' their garage for this, are you?" says I.
"Silly!" says she. "Mrs. Markley's open-air Greek theater! You must have seen pictures of it. It's a dream--white cement pergolas covered with woodbine and pink ramblers, and a wonderful stretch of lawn in front. It would be an ideal setting. She's a great friend of Aunty's. We'll just wire for her permission; shall we?"
"Listens good," says I. "But we got to get busy. Tuesday, you know. What about eats, though?"
"There's a country club only half a mile away," says she.
"You're some grand little planner," says I. "Now let me go plot out how to put the tra-la-la business into the proceedin's."
I had a hunch that part would come easy, too; but after a couple of hours' steady thinkin' I decided that as a joy producer I'd been overrated. The best I could dig out was to hunt up some music, and by Monday noon that was my total contribution. I'd hired a band. It's some band, though--one of these fifteen-piece dance-hall combinations that had just closed a Coney Island engagement and was guaranteed to tear off this affair in zippy style. I left word what station they was to get off at, and 'phoned for a couple of jitneys to meet 'em. For the rest, I was bankin' on my luck.
And right on schedule we makes a nine-thirty getaway--three machines in all; for, while Marjorie had thrown seventeen cat fits when she first heard that Brother Robert had renigged, she shows up with Ferdie at the last minute. Catch her missin' out on any kind of a weddin'!
"But just where, Robert," she demands, "is this absurd affair to take place?"
"Haven't the least idea," says he. "Ask Torchy."
So I names the spot, gives the chauffeurs their route directions, and off we booms across the College Point ferry and out towards the far end of the north sh.o.r.e. The Reverend Percy turns out to be kind of a solemn, serious-minded gink. Seems he'd been in college with Mr. Robert, had rooms just across the hall, and accordin' to his tell them must have been lively days.
"Although I can't say," he adds, "that at all times I enjoyed being pulled out of bed at 2 A.M. to act as judge of an ethical debate between a fuddled cab-driver and a star halfback who had been celebrating a football victory. I fear I considered Bob's sense of humor somewhat overdeveloped. Just like him, running off like this. I trust the affair is not going to be made too unconventional."
I winks at Vee.
"Only an open-air performance," says I, "with maybe a little cheerin'
music to liven things up. His instructions are to have it merry."
"Ah, yes!" says the Reverend Percy. "Quite so. I understand."
If he did he was a better guesser than me. For I was more or less at sea. We hadn't more than whirled in through the stone gate-posts of Harbor Hill, too, than I begun to scent complications. For there, lined up in front of the house, are four other machines, with a whole mob of people around 'em.
"Why!" says Vee. "Who can they be?"
"Looks like someone had beaten us to it," says I. "I'll go do some scoutin'."
Course, one close-up look is all that's needed. It's a movie outfit. I'm just gettin' hot under the collar, too, when I discovers that the gent in charge is none other than my old newspaper friend, Whitey Weeks. I'd heard how he'd gone into the film game as stage director, but I hadn't seen him at it yet. And here he is, big as life, wearin' a suit of noisy plaids as usual, and bossin' this a.s.sorted bunch of screen favorites like he'd done it all his life.
"A little lively with those grease-paints now, ladies," he's callin'
out. "This isn't for a next spring release, you know."
"Huh!" says I, strollin' up. "Got the same old nerve with you, eh, Whitey?"
"Well, well!" says he. "The ill.u.s.trious and illuminating Torchy! Don't tell me you've just bought the estate?"
"Would it matter to you who owned it," says I, "if you wanted to use it bad?"
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