Peeping so, she grew aware of a stout4 red-faced woman approaching at a rapid scuttle5; and then, almost as the woman reached the door, she saw Hicks at her heels, his face a long figure of dismay.
The woman burst into the shop with a rasping shriek6. “I want my ’usband!” she screamed. “Where’s my ’usband?”
“Come away!” called Hicks, deadly pale, and p. 253nervously snatching at her shoulder. “Come away! You know what you promised!”
“Take yer ’and auf me, ye long fool! Where’s my ’usband? Is it you what’s got ’im?” She turned on Bessy and bawled7 the words in her face.
“No—no it ain’t!” cried Hicks, near beside himself. “Come away, an’—an’ we’ll talk about it outside!”
“Talk! O yus, I’ll give ’im talk!” The woman’s every syllable8 was a harsh yell, racking to the brain, and already it had drawn9 a group about the door. “I’ll give ’im talk, an’ ’er too! Would anyone believe,” she went on, turning toward the door and haranguing10 the crowd, that grew at every word, “as ’ow a woman calling ’erself respectable, an’ keepin’ a shop like any lady, ’ud take away a respectable woman’s ’usband—a lazy good-for-nothin’ scoundril as run away an’ left me thirteen year ago last Whitsun!”
Boys sprang from everywhere, and pelted11 in to swell12 the crowd, drawn by the increasing screams. Many of the men, who knew the shop so well, stopped to learn what the trouble was; and soon every window in Harbour Lane displayed a woman’s head, or two.
“My ’usband! Where’s my ’usband? Show me the woman as took my ’usband!”
Nan came and stood in the back parlour doorway13, frightened but uncomprehending. The woman turned. “You! You is it?” she shrieked14, oversetting a pile p. 254of tins and boxes, and clawing the air above her. “Gimme back my ’usband, you shameless creechor! Where ’a’ ye got ’im? Where’s my ’usband?”
Hicks put his arm about the woman’s waist and swung her back. He was angry now. “Get out!” he said, “I didn’t bring you to make a row like that! You swore you wouldn’t!”
Finding his arm too strong for her, the woman turned on Hicks and set to clawing at his face, never ceasing to scream for her husband. And then Johnny came pushing in at the door, having run from the far street-corner at sight of the crowd.
Hicks, as well as he could for dodging15 and catching16 at the woman’s wrists, made violent facial signals to Johnny, who stared, understanding none of them. But he heard the woman’s howls for her husband, and he caught at her arm. “Who is your husband?” he said. “What’s his name?”
“What’s ’is name? Why Butson—’enery Butson’s ’is name! Gimme my ’usband! My ’usband! Let me go, you villain17!”
It was like an unexpected blow on the head to Johnny, but, save for a moment, it stunned18 not at all—rather roused him. “I’ll fetch him!” he cried, and sprang into the house.
Here was release—the man had another wife! He would drag the wretch19 down to her, and then give him p. 255to the police. No wonder he feared the police! The load was lifted at last—Butson’s punishment was come indeed! Fiercely glad, and thinking of nothing but this, Johnny swung into each room in turn.
But there was no Butson. His pipe lay broken on the front bedroom fender, and his coat hung behind the door; but there was no other sign.
Johnny dashed into the back yard. That, too, was empty. But in the yard behind, the old lighterman20, paint-pot in one hand and brush in the other, just as he had broken off in the touching21 up of his mast, stood, and blinked, and stared, with his mouth open. His house-doors, back and front, stood wide, because of wet paint, and one could see through to the next street. It was by those doorways22 that Mr. Butson had vanished a minute ago, after scrambling23 over the wall, hatless, and in his shirt sleeves. And the old lighterman thought it a great liberty, and told Johnny so, with some dignity.
Johnny rushed back to the shop. “Gone!” he cried. “Bolted out at the back!”
He might have offered chase, but his mother lay in a swoon, and Bessy hung over her, hysterical24. “Shove that woman out,” he said, and he and Hicks, between them, thrust the bawling25 termagant into the street and closed the door.
Without, she raged still, and grew hoarser26, till a p. 256policeman came to quiet her; and in the end she marched off with him, talking at a loud scream all the way. And Harbour Lane flamed with the news of Nan’s shameless bigamy.
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