VIII
"IN HEAVEN AND EARTH"
_The Green Mouse Stirs_
"I've been waiting half an hour for you," observed Smith, dryly, asBeekman Brown appeared at the subway station, suitcase in hand.
"It was a most extraordinary thing that detained me," said Brown,laughing, and edging his way into the ticket line behind his friend wherehe could talk to him across his shoulder; "I was just leaving the office,Smithy, when Snuyder came in with a card."
"Oh, all right--of course, if----"
"No, it was not a client; I must be honest with you."
"Then you had a terrible cheek to keep me here waiting."
"It was a girl," said Beekman Brown.
Smith cast a cold glance back at him over his left shoulder.
"What kind of a girl?"
"A most extraordinary girl. She came on--on a matter----"
"Was it business or a touch?"
"Not exactly business."
"Ornamental girl?" demanded Smith.
"Yes--exceedingly; but it wasn't that----
"Oh, it was not that which kept you talking to her half an hour whileI've sat suffocating in this accursed subway!"
"No, Smith; her undeniably attractive features and her--ah--winningpersonality had nothing whatever to do with it. Buy the tickets and I'lltell you all about it."
Smith bought two tickets. A north bound train roared into the station.The young men stepped aboard, seated themselves, depositing theirsuitcases at their feet.
"Now what about that winning-looker who really didn't interest you?"suggested Smith in tones made slightly acid by memory of his half hourwaiting.
"Smith, it was a most unusual episode. I was just leaving the office tokeep my appointment with you when Snuyder came in with a card----"
"You've said that already."
"But I didn't tell you what was on that card, did I?"
"I can guess."
"No, you can't. Her name was not on the card. She was not an agent; shehad nothing to sell; she didn't want a position; she didn't ask for asubscription to anything. And what do you suppose was on that card?"
"Well, what was on the card, for the love of Mike?" snapped Smith. "I'lltell you. The card seemed to be an ordinary visiting card; but down inone corner was a tiny and beautifully drawn picture of a green mouse."
"A--what?"
"A mouse."
"G-green?"
"Pea green.... Come, now, Smith, if you were just leaving your office andyour clerk should come in, looking rather puzzled and silly, and shouldhand you a card with nothing on it but a little green mouse, wouldn't itgive you pause?"
"I suppose so."
Brown removed his straw hat, touched his handsome head with hishandkerchief, and continued:
"I said to Snuyder: 'What the mischief is this?' He said: 'It's for you.And there's an exceedingly pretty girl outside who expects you to receiveher for a few moments.' I said: 'But what has this card with a greenmouse on it got to do with that girl or with me?' Snuyder said he didn'tknow and that I'd better ask her. So I looked at my watch and I thoughtof you----"
"Yes, you did."
"I tell you I did. Then I looked at the card with the green mouse onit.... And I want to ask you frankly, Smith, what would _you_ have done?"
"Oh, what you did, I suppose," replied Smith, wearily. "Go on."
"I'm going. She entered----"
"She was tall and squeenly; you probably forgot that," observed Smith inhis most objectionable manner.
"Probably not; she was of medium height, as a detail of externalinterest. But, although rather unusually attractive in a merelysuperficial and physical sense, it was instantly evident from her speechand bearing, that, in her, intellect dominated; her mind, Smithy, reignedserene, unsullied, triumphant over matter."
Smith looked up in amazement, but Brown, a reminiscent smile lighting hisface, went on:
"She had a very winsome manner--a way of speaking--so prettily inearnest, so grave. And she looked squarely at me all the time----"
"So you contributed to the Home for Unemployed Patagonians."
"Would you mind shutting up?" asked Brown.
"No."
"Then try to listen respectfully. She began by explaining thesignificance of that pea-green mouse on the card. It seems, Smith, thatthere is a scientific society called The Green Mouse, composed of a fewpeople who have determined to apply, practically, certain theories whichthey believe have commercial value."
"Was she," inquired Smith with misleading politeness, "what is known asan 'astrologist'?"
"She was not. She is the president, I believe, of The Green MouseSociety. She explained to me that it has been indisputably proven thatthe earth is not only enveloped by those invisible electric currentswhich are now used instead of wires to carry telegraphic messages, butthat this world of ours is also belted by countless psychic currentswhich go whirling round the earth----"
"_What_ kind of currents?"
"Psychic."
"Which circle the earth?"
"Exactly. If you want to send a wireless message you hitch on to acurrent, don't you?--or you tap it--or something. Now, they havediscovered that each one of these numberless millions of psychic currentspasses through two, living, human entities of opposite sex; that, forexample, all you have got to do to communicate with the person who is onthe same psychical current that you are, is to attune your subconsciousself to a given intensity and pitch, and it will be like communication bytelephone, no matter how far apart you are."
"Brown!"
"What?"
"Did she go to your office to tell you that sort of--of--information?"
"Partly. She was perfectly charming about it. She explained to me thatall nature is divided into predestined pairs, and that somewhere, at sometime, either here on earth or in some of the various future existences,this predestined pair is certain to meet and complete the universalscheme as it has been planned. Do you understand, Smithy?"
Smith sat silent and reflective for a while, then:
"You say that her theory is that everybody owns one of those psychiccurrents?"
"Yes."
"I am on a private psychic current whirling around this globe?"
"Sure."
"And some--ah--young girl is at the other end?"
"Sure thing."
"Then if I could only get hold of my end of the wire I could--ah--callher up?"
"I believe that's the idea."
"And--she's for muh?"
"So they say."
"Is--is there any way to get a look at her first?"
"You'd have to take her anyway, sometime."
"But suppose I didn't like her?"
The two young men sat laughing for a few moments, then Brown went on:
"You see, Smith, my interview with her was such a curious episode thatabout all I did was to listen to what she was saying, so I don't know howdetails are worked out. She explained to me that The Green Mouse Societyhas just been formed, not only for the purpose of psychical research, butfor applying practically and using commercially the discovery of thepsychic currents. That's what The Green Mouse is trying to do: formitself into a company and issue stocks and bonds----"
"What?"
"Certainly. It sounds like a madman's dream at first, but when you cometo look into it--for instance, think of the millions of clients such acompany would have. As example, a young man, ready for marriage, goes toThe Green Mouse and pays a fee. The Green Mouse sorts out, identifies,and intercepts the young man's own particular current, hitches hissubconscious self to it, and zip!--he's at one end of an invisibletelephone and the only girl on earth is at the other.... What's thematter with their making a quick date for an introduction?"
Smith said slowly: "Do you mean to tell me that any sane person came toyou in your office with a proposition to take stock in such anenterprise?"
"She did not even suggest it."
"What did she want, then?"
"She wan
ted," said Brown, "a perfectly normal, unimaginative business manwho would volunteer to permit The Green Mouse Society to sort out hispsychic current, attach him to it, and see what would happen."
"She wants to experiment on _you?_"
"So I understand."
"And--you're not going to let her, are you?"
"Why not?"
"Because it's--it's idiotic!" said Smith, warmly. "I don't believe insuch things--you don't, either--nobody does--but, all the same, you can'tbe perfectly sure in these days what devilish sort of game you might beup against."
Brown smiled. "I told her, very politely, that I found it quiteimpossible to believe in such things; and she was awfully nice about it,and said it didn't matter what I believed. It seems that my name waschosen by chance--they opened the Telephone Directory at random and she,blindfolded, made a pencil mark on the margin opposite one of the nameson the page. It happened to be my name. That's all."
"Wouldn't let her do it!" said Smith, seriously.
"Why not, as long as there's absolutely nothing in it? Besides, if itpleases her to have a try why shouldn't she? Besides, I haven't theslightest intention or desire to woo or wed anybody, and I'd like to seeanybody make me."
"Do you mean to say that you told her to go ahead?"
"Certainly," said Brown serenely. "And she thanked me very prettily.She's well bred--exceptionally."
"Oh! Then what did you do?"
"We talked a little while."
"About what?"
"Well, for instance, I mentioned that curiously-baffling sensation whichcomes over everybody at times--the sudden conviction that everything thatyou say and do has been said and done by you before--somewhere. Do youunderstand?"
"Oh, yes."
"And she smiled and said that such sensations were merely echoes from theinvisible psychic wire, and that repetitions from some previousincarnation were not unusual, particularly when the other person throughwhom the psychic current passed, was near by."
"You mean to say that when a fellow has that queer feeling that it hasall happened before, the--the predestined girl is somewhere in yourneighborhood?"
"That is what my pretty informant told me."
"Who," asked Smith, "is this pretty informant?"
"She asked permission to withhold her name."
"Didn't she ask you to subscribe?"
"No; she merely asked for the use of my name as reference for futureclients if The Green Mouse Society was successful in my case."
"What did you say?"
Brown laughed. "I said that if any individual or group of individualscould induce me, within a year, to fall in love with and pay court to anyliving specimen of human woman I'd cheerfully admit it from the house-tops and take pleasure in recommending The Green Mouse to everybody Iknew who yet remained unmarried."
They both laughed.
"What rot we've been talking," observed Smith, rising and picking up hissuitcase. "Here's our station, and we'd better hustle or we'll lose theboat. I wouldn't miss that week-end party for the world!"
"Neither would I," said Beekman Brown.