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Mr。 Parker was still beside him。 It occurred to Psmith that it would not do to let him hear the address Billy Windsor had given in his note。
〃Turn and go on down the street；〃 he said to the driver。
He had taken his seat and was closing the door； when it was snatched from his grasp and Mr。 Parker darted on to the seat opposite。 The next moment the cab had started up the street instead of and the hard muzzle of a revolver was pressing against Psmith's waistcoat。
〃Now what？〃 said Mr。 Parker smoothly； leaning back with the pistol resting easily on his knee。
CHAPTER XXVI
A FRIEND IN NEED
〃THE point is well taken；〃 said Psmith thoughtfully。
〃You think so？〃 said Mr。 Parker。
〃I am convinced of it。〃
〃Good。 But don't move。 Put that hand back where it was。〃
〃You think of everything； rade Parker。〃
He dropped his hand on to the seat； and remained silent for a few moments。 The taxi…cab was buzzing along up Fifth Avenue now。 Looking towards the window； Psmith saw that they were nearing the park。 The great white mass of the Plaza Hotel showed up on the left。
〃Did you ever stop at the Plaza； rade Parker？〃
〃No；〃 said Mr。 Parker shortly。
〃Don't bite at me； rade Parker。 Why be brusque on so joyous an occasion？ Better men than us have stopped at the Plaza。 Ah； the Park！ How fresh the leaves； rade Parker； how green the herbage！ Fling your eye at yonder grassy knoll。〃
He raised his hand to point。 Instantly the revolver was against his waistcoat； making an unwele crease in that immaculate garment。
〃I told you to keep that hand where it was。〃
〃You did； rade Parker； you did。 The fault；〃 said Psmith handsomely； 〃was entirely mine。 Carried away by my love of nature； I forgot。 It shall not occur again。〃
〃It had better not；〃 said Mr。 Parker unpleasantly。 〃If it does； I'll blow a hole through you。〃
Psmith raised his eyebrows。
〃That； rade Parker；〃 he said； 〃is where you make your error。 You would no more shoot me in the heart of the metropolis than； I trust you would wear a made…up tie with evening dress。 Your skin； however unhealthy to the eye of the casual observer； is doubtless precious to yourself； and you are not the man I take you for if you would risk it purely for the momentary pleasure of plugging me with a revolver。 The cry goes round criminal circles in New York； 'rade Parker is not such a fool as he looks。' Think for a moment what would happen。 The shot would ring out； and instantly bicycle…policemen would be pursuing this taxi…cab with the purposeful speed of greyhounds trying to win the Waterloo Cup。 You would be headed off and stopped。 Ha！ What is this？ Psmith； the People's Pet； weltering in his gore？ Death to the assassin！ I fear nothing could save you from the fury of the mob； rade Parker。 I seem to see them meditatively plucking you limb from limb。 'She loves me！' Off es an arm。 'She loves me not。' A leg joins the little heap of limbs on the ground。 That is how it would be。 And what would you have left out of it？ Merely； as I say； the momentary pleasure of potting me。 And it isn't as if such a feat could give you the thrill of successful marksmanship。 Anybody could hit a man with a pistol at an inch and a quarter。 I fear you have not thought this matter out with sufficient care； rade Parker。 You said to yourself； 'Happy thought； I will kidnap Psmith！ 'and all your friends said； 'Parker is the man with the big brain！' But now； while it is true that I can't get out； you are moaning； 'What on earth shall I do with him； now that I have got him？'〃
〃You think so； do you？〃
〃I am convinced of it。 Your face is contorted with the anguish of mental stress。 Let this be a lesson to you； rade Parker； never to embark on any enterprise of which you do not see the end。〃
〃I guess I see the end of this all right。〃
〃You have the advantage of me then； rade Parker。 It seems to me that we have nothing before us but to go on riding about New York till you feel that my society begins to pall。〃
〃You figure you're clever； I guess。〃
〃There are few brighter brains in this city； rade Parker。 But why this sudden tribute？
〃You reckon you've thought it all out； eh？〃
〃There may be a flaw in my reasoning； but I confess I do not at the moment see where it lies。 Have you detected one？〃
〃I guess so。〃
〃Ah！ And what is it？〃
〃You seem to think New York's the only place on the map。〃
〃Meaning what； rade Parker？〃
〃It might be a fool trick to shoot you in the city as you say； but； you see； we aren't due to stay in the city。 This cab is moving on。〃
〃Like John Brown's soul；〃 said Psmith； nodding。 〃I see。 Then you propose to make quite a little tour in this cab？〃
〃You've got it。〃
〃And when we are out in the open country； where there are no witnesses； things may begin to move。〃
〃That's it。〃
〃Then；〃 said Psmith heartily； 〃till that moment arrives what we must do is to entertain each other with conversation。 You can take no step of any sort for a full half…hour； possibly more； so let us give ourselves up to the merriment of the passing instant。 Are you good at riddles； rade Parker？ How much wood would a wood…chuck chuck； assuming for purposes of argument that it was in the power of a wood…chuck to chuck wood？〃
Mr。 Parker did not attempt to solve this problem。 He was sitting in the same attitude of watchfulness； the revolver resting on his knee。 He seemed mistrustful of Psmith's right hand； which was hanging limply at his side。 It was from this quarter that he seemed to expect attack。 The cab was bowling easily up the broad street； past rows on rows of high houses； all looking exactly the same。 Occasionally； to the right； through a break in the line of buildings； a glimpse of the river could be seen。
Psmith resumed the conversation。
〃You are not interested in wood…chucks； rade Parker？ Well； well； many people are not。 A passion for the flora and fauna of our forests is innate rather than acquired。 Let us talk of something else。 Tell me about your home…life； rade Parker。 Are you married？ Are there any little Parkers running about the house？ When you return from this very pleasant excursion will baby voices crow gleefully； 'Fahzer's e home'？〃
Mr。 Parker said nothing。
〃I see；〃 said Psmith with ready sympathy。 〃I understand。 Say no more。 You are unmarried。 She wouldn't have you。 Alas； rade Parker！ However； thus it is！ We look around us； and what do we see？ A solid phalanx of the girls we have loved and lost。 Tell me about her； rade Parker。 Was it your face or your manners at which she drew the line？〃
Mr。 Parker leaned forward with a scowl。 Psmith did not move； but his right hand； as it hung； closed。 Another moment and Mr。 Parker's chin would be in just the right position for a swift upper…cut。 。 。
This fact appeared suddenly to dawn on Mr。 Parker himself。 He drew back quickly； and half raised the revolver。 Psmith's hand resumed its normal attitude。
〃Leaving more painful topics；〃 said Psmith； 〃let us turn to another point。 That note which the grubby stripling brought to me at the office purported to e from rade Windsor； and stated that he had escaped from Blackwell's Island； and was awaiting my arrival at some address in the Bowery。 Would you mind t