Looking out of the front window, into the decorum of Grove Street, Mrs.
Brashear could hardly credit the testimony of her glorified eyes. Could
the occupant of the taxi indeed be Mr. Banneker whom, a few months
before and most sorrowfully, she had sacrificed to the stern
respectability of the house? And was it possible, as the very elegant
trunk inscribed "E.B.--New York City" indicated, that he was coming back
as a lodger? For the first time in her long and correct professional
career, the landlady felt an unqualified bitterness in the fact that all
her rooms were occupied.
The occupant of the taxi jumped out and ran lightly up the steps.
"How d'you do, Mrs. Brashear. Am I still excommunicated?"
"Oh, Mr. Banneker! I'm _so_ glad to see you. If I could tell you how
often I've blamed myself--"
"Let's forget all that. The point is I've come back."
"Oh, dear! I do hate not to take you in. But there isn't a spot."
"Who's got my old room?"
"Mr. Hainer."
"Hainer? Let's turn him out."
"I would in a minute," declared the ungrateful landlady to whom Mr.
Hainer had always been a model lodger. "But the law--"
"Oh, I'll fix Hainer if you'll fix the room."
"How?" asked the bewildered Mrs. Brashear.
"The room? Just as it used to be. Bed, table, couple of chairs,
bookshelf."
"But Mr. Hainer's things?"
"Store 'em. It'll be for only a month."
Leaving his trunk, Banneker sallied forth in smiling confidence to
accost and transfer the unsuspecting occupant of his room. To achieve
this, it was necessary only to convince the object of the scheme that
the incredible offer was made in good faith; an apartment in the "swell"
Regalton, luxuriously furnished, service and breakfast included, rent
free for a whole month. A fairy-tale for the prosaic Hainer to be
gloated over for the rest of his life! Very quietly, for this was part
of the bargain, the middle-aged accountant moved to his new glories and
Banneker took his old quarters. It was all accomplished that evening.
The refurnishing was finished on the following day.
"But what are you doing it for, if I may be so bold, Mr. Banneker?"
asked the landlady.
"Peace, quiet, and work," he answered gayly. "Just to be where nobody
can find me, while I do a job."
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