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Towser came around the corner of the house and limped slowly up the steps to stand beside his master. He was mud up to his ears.
“You had a day of it, I see,” said Taine. “And, just like I told you, you didn’t get the woodchuck.”
“Woof,” said Towser, sadly.
“You’re just like a lot of the rest of us,” Taine told him, severely. “Like me and Henry Horton and all the rest of us. You’re chasing something and you think you know what you’re chasing, but you really don’t. And what’s even worse, you have no faint idea of why you’re chasing it.”
Towser thumped a tired tail upon the stoop.
Taine opened the door and stood to one side to let Towser in, then went in himself.
He went through the refrigerator and found part of a roast, a slice or two of luncheon meat, a dried-out slab of cheese and half a bowl of cooked spaghetti. He made a pot of coffee and shared the food with Towser.
Then Taine went back downstairs and shut off the television set. He found a trouble lamp and plugged it in and poked the light into the i
He squatted on the floor, holding the lamp, trying to puzzle out what had been done to the set. It was different, of course, but it was a little hard to figure out in just what ways it was different. Someone had tinkered with the tubes and had them twisted out of shape and there were little white cubes of metal tucked here and there in what seemed to be an entirely haphazard and illogical ma
And the circuit, he saw, had been rewired and a good deal of wiring had been added.
But the most puzzling thing about it was that the whole thing seemed to be just jury-rigged—as if someone had done no more than a hurried, patch-up job to get the set back in working order on an emergency and temporary basis.
Someone, he thought!
And who had that someone been?
He hunched around and peered into the dark corners of the basement and he felt i
Someone had taken the back off the cabinet and leaned it against the bench and had left the screws which held the back laid neatly in a row upon the floor. Then they had jury-rigged the set and jury-rigged it far better than it had ever been before.
If this was a jury-job, he wondered, just what kind of job would it have been if they had had the time to do it up in style?
They hadu’t had the time, of course. Maybe they had been scared off when he had come home—scared off even before they could get the back on the set again.
He stood up and moved stiffly away.
First the ceiling in the morning—and now, in the evening, Abbie’s television set.
And the ceiling, come to think of it, was not a ceiling only. Another liner, if that was the proper term for it, of the same material as the ceiling, had been laid beneath the floor, forming a sort of boxed-in area between the joists. He had struck that liner when he had tried to drill into the floor.
And what, he asked himself, if all the house were like that, too?
There was just one answer to it all: There was something in the house with him!
Towser had heard that something or smelled it or in some other ma
Except that this, whatever it might be, certainly was no woodchuck.
He put away the trouble light and went upstairs.
Towser was curled up on a rug in the living room beside the easy chair and beat his tail in polite decorum in greeting to his master.
Taine stood and stared down at the dog. Towser looked back at him with satisfied and sleepy eyes, then heaved a doggish sigh and settled down to sleep.
Whatever Towser might have heard or smelled or sensed this morning, it was quite evident that as of this moment he was aware of it no longer.
Then Taine remembered something else.
He had filled the ketde to make water for the coffee and had set it on the stove. He had turned on the burner and it had worked the first time.
He hadn’t had to kick the stove to get the burner going.
He woke in the morning and someone was holding down his feet and he sat up quickly to see what was going on.
But there was nothing to be alarmed about; it was only Towser who had crawled into bed with him and now lay sprawled across his feet.
Towser whined softly and his back legs twitched as he chased dream rabbits.
Taine eased his feet from beneath the dog and sat up, reaching for his clothes. It was early, but he remembered suddenly that he had left all of the furniture he had picked up the day before out there in the truck and should be getting it downstairs where he could start reconditioning it.
Towser went on sleeping.
Taine stumbled to the kitchen and looked out of the window and there, squatted on the back stoop, was Beasly, the Horton man-of-all-work.
Taine went to the back door to see what was going on.
“I quit them, Hiram,” Beasly told him. “She kept on pecking at me every minute of the day and I couldn’t do a thing to please her, so I up and quit.”
“Well, come on in,” said Taine. “I suppose you’d like a bite to eat and a cup of coffee.”
“I was kind of wondering if I could stay here, Hiram. Just for my keep until I can find something else.”
“Let’s have breakfast first,” said Taine, “then we can talk about it.”
He didn’t like it, he told himself. He didn’t like it at all. In another hour or so Abbie would show up and start stirring up a ruckus about how he’d lured Beasly off. Because, no matter how dumb Beasly might be, he did a lot of work and took a lot of nagging and there wasn’t anyone else in town who would work for Abbie Horton.
“Your ma used to give me cookies all the time,” said Beasly. “Your ma was a real good woman, Hiram.”
“Yes, she was,” said Taine.
“My ma used to say that you folks were quality, not like the rest in town, no matter what kind of airs they were always putting on. She said your family was among the first settlers. Is that really true, Hiram?”
“Well, not exactly first settlers, I guess, but this house has stood here for almost a hundred years. My father used to say there never was a night during all those years that there wasn’t at least one Taine beneath its roof. Things like that, it seems, meant a lot to father.”
“It must be nice,” said Beasly, wistfully, “to have a feeling like that. You must be proud of this house, Hiram.”
“Not really proud; more like belonging. I can’t imagine living in any other house.”
Taine turned on the burner and filled the kettle. Carrying the kettle back, he kicked the stove. But there wasn’t any need to kick it; the burner was already begi
Twice in a row, Taine thought. This thing is getting better!
“Gee, Hiram,” said Beasly, “this is a dandy radio.”
“It’s no good,” said Taine. “It’s broke. Haven’t had the time to fix it.”
“I don’t think so, Hiram. I just turned it on. It’s begi
“It’s begi
Beasly told the truth. A faint hum was coming from the tubes.
A voice came in, gaining in volume as the set warmed up.
It was speaking gibberish.
“What kind of talk is that?” asked Beasly.
“I don’t know,” said Taine, close to panic now.
First the television set, then the stove and now the radio!
He spun the tuning knob and the pointer crawled slowly across the dial face instead of spi
He tuned in the next station that came up and it was strange lingo, too—and he knew by then exactly what he had.
Instead of a $39.50 job, he had here on the kitchen table an all-band receiver like they advertised in the fancy magazines.