Read Jacob Two-Two-'s First Spy Case Online
Authors: Mordecai Richler
And then Mr. Dinglebat began to count out the money, very slowly, handing an eager Perfectly Loathsome Leo, first of all, a twenty-dollar bill.
Click, click, click went Jacob Two-Two's hidden camera.
“
What was that noise?
” demanded Perfectly Loathsome Leo's miserly mum.
Jacob Two-Two retreated a step.
“The clicking sound?” asked Mr. Dinglebat.
“
Yes
.”
“My false teeth,” said Mr. Dinglebat. “Sorry about that.” And then he handed Perfectly Loathsome Leo a fifty-dollar bill, holding it up to the bare light bulb.
And Jacob Two-Two's hidden camera went click, click, click again.
“I must see my dentist first thing tomorrow,” said Mr. Dinglebat. “But now we must go.
Au revoir. Hasta luego, amigos
.”
Counting their deposit money as soon as their visitors left, Perfectly Loathsome Leo and his miserly mum were too excited to notice
that the bills had been marked with secret signs
. Flinging the money in the air, they danced round and round their parlor, chanting, “Let's raise the rents tomorrow. Let's raise the rents tomorrow.”
Then the phone rang.
“Is this,” asked the Officer-in-Charge, “number 732â1485?”
“Yes, that's our phone number,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo.
“That's all,” said Law.
“â that we want,” said Order.
“â to know,” said the Officer-in-Charge, hanging up.
Outside, a solemn Mr. Dinglebat turned to Jacob Two-Two. “The trap has been baited, Two-Two, and now all we can do is hope for the best.”
“What do you mean?” asked Jacob Two-Two.
“I made secret marks on each of those dollar bills and then photographed them. If that is the five hundred dollars that the Perfectly Loathsome One uses to bribe Mr. I.M. Greedyguts tomorrow evening, we will have the evidence we need. Proof positive that they are both crooks.”
“But what you said last time,” said Jacob Two-Two, “was that all the proof we needed was to see the money change hands. Any money change hands.”
“Quite right,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “but this time, my dear boy, it just happens to be my money and I do want it back.”
“So that's why you made secret marks on the bills?”
“Yes.”
“But what if he doesn't use the money you gave him to pay the bribe?”
“Why, in that case, Jacob, I will be five hundred dollars out of pocket.”
“Oh dear,” said Jacob Two-Two. “Oh dear.”
“Oh dear, indeed.”
CHAPTER 24
he following evening was a Wednesday, when Mr. I.M. Greedyguts and Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse had their weekly meeting at McDonald's. The Perfectly Loathsome One handed over a thick white envelope.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to count the money right here this time,” said Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, narrowing his eyes. “Last week you were short forty dollars.”
But as he started to count the money, a flashbulb popped and popped again. Both men froze. Then, Mr. I.M. Greedyguts smiled happily as he saw two men
approach their table, both of them wearing fedoras, T-shirts, jeans, scuffed tennis shoes, and reeking of beer and tobacco. “Ah, there you are again at last,” said Mr. I.M. Greedyguts. “Perfectly Loathsome, I'd like you to meet a reporter from
Ginsburg's
, Canada's National Magazine, and Mr. Deux-Deux, two-time winner of the World's Best Midget Photographer Award. They're going to name me Outstanding School Headmaster of the Year.” Mr. I.M. Greedyguts fished a notepad out of his pocket. “I've been making notes for you, gentlemen, about how I triumphed over a very difficult childhood.”
“Why don't we adjourn to your office,” said Mr. Dinglebat.
“May I come, too?” asked Perfectly Loathsome Leo.
“Yes, please,” said Jacob Two-Two. “Yes, please.”
“Just let me finish these last three burgers first,” said Mr. I.M. Greedyguts. “Waste not, want not,” and he shoveled them into his gaping mouth, one, two, three.
No sooner were they all assembled in Mr. I.M. Greedyguts' office than Mr. Dinglebat proclaimed, pointing at Jacob Two-Two, “
VoilÃ
Mr. Jacques Deux-Deux, also known as Jacoby Zweizwei and Jacov
Shtyim-Shtyim, but actually,” he said, ripping off Jacob Two-Two's disguise, “none other than â”
“Jacob Two-Two,” exclaimed a horrified Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, his chins wobbling.
“The card cheat,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo, “who was also responsible for the near-fatal heart attack of the good Miss Sour Pickle.”
“And I,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “am none other than X. Barnaby Dinglebat, renowned master spy, also celebrated as Mr. Clairvoyant.” Then, leaning closer to Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse, he added in a low, menacing voice, “The Clairvoyant can catch comets and throw lightning bolts.”
“He can tell you how many miles per hour angels fly on stormy nights,” said Jacob Two-Two twice.
“And can offer you,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “Canadian military secrets at fire-sale prices.”
“Cheaters never prosper,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo, rushing for the office door.
But, lo and behold, his escape was blocked by the intrepid Shapiro and the fearless O'Toole, revealed in Day-Glo blue jeans and flying golden capes, the spine-chilling emblem of
CHILD POWER
emblazoned on their T-shirts.
“Oh, my God,” squealed Perfectly Loathsome Leo, “it's
The Infamous Two
! I've read about them.”
“I am O'Toole,” announced Noah.
“And I am Shapiro,” proclaimed Emma, rippling her muscles.
“They're not â they can't be â the infamous two from
CHILD POWER
?” squealed Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, digging into his desk drawer for a foot-long Toblerone bar.
Then the office door was flung open and in barged Law, Order, and the Officer-in-Charge, thrusting an irate Miss Sour Pickle before them.
“You, Mr. Louse,” said Law.
“â my heart's delight,” said Order.
“â my sunshine,” said the Officer-in-Charge.
“â phoned the police station,” said Law, “disturbing our beauty rest.”
“And sent us out on a wild-goose chase to Miss Sour Pickle's apartment,” said Order.
“And that is a criminal offense,” said the Officer-in-Charge.
“Oh, you horrible man,” said Miss Sour Pickle. “There I was in my nightie ⦔
“You dare to repeat that charge in public,” said
Perfectly Loathsome Leo, “and I'll sue you for trillions and ka-zillions.”
“Unfortunately for you, my sweetums,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “my friends in the police station keep a record of all incoming calls, including the phone numbers.”
Perfectly Loathsome Leo began to moan.
“Had you been lucky enough to be trained in spy-craft like me,” said Jacob Two-Two, “you would have made that call from a pay phone.”
“But that would have cost me twenty-five cents,” wailed Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse.
“You saved yourself a quarter,” said Law.
“And now you face,” said Order.
“â a minimum of ten years in prison,” said the Officer-in-Charge.
“Wait,” said Miss Sour Pickle, “I will drop all charges if this hoodlum is willing to pay for my round-the-world cruise, enabling me to while away the long hours dancing the twist, the Highland fling, the hora, the
bal masqué
, the square dance, the hula-hula, the Charleston, the bossa nova, and the fandango.”
“Would you settle for an all-day canoe trip on the St. Lawrence instead?” asked Perfectly Loathsome Leo. “I'll paddle and provide homemade sandwiches.”
“A round-the-world cruise,” said Miss Sour Pickle, “first class, on the fabled ship the
QE II
, or you rot in prison for ten years.”
“Oooh,” moaned Perfectly Loathsome Leo. “Oooh.”
“And let me say,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “there are other charges you must deal with. Your foul kitchen is infested with mice.”
“And cockroaches,” said Jacob Two-Two. “And cockroaches.”
“Those are household pets,” protested Perfectly Loathsome Leo. “My mummy and I respect every living thing. So there.”
“We could inform the health department,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “and have your school-meals racket closed down just like that. And, of course, you would also have to pay a big fine.”
“Maybe as much as five thousand dollars,” said Jacob Two-Two.
Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse's eyes just about popped out of his head. “I'm a poor man,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks, “hardworking, and devoted to my aged mummy. And,” he added, “once I've paid for Miss Sour Pickle's cruise, I'll be broke.”
“Yippee!” exclaimed Miss Sour Pickle.
“In that case,” asked Law.
“â are the charges,” asked Order.
“â dropped?” asked the Officer-in-Charge.
“Yes, indeed,” said Miss Sour Pickle.
“In that case,” said the Officer-in-Charge, “we are no longer needed here.”
And, without further ado, the three officers left.
Mr. I.M. Greedyguts cleared his throat. “Mice! Cockroaches! I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Mr. Dinglebat, and you, too, my dear Jacob Two-Two, not to mention
CHILD POWER
, for revealing what a scoundrel I've been dealing with. Perfectly Loathsome Leo, you're fired! Now I assume that takes care of everything, guys, doesn't it?” he pleaded, reaching for another Toblerone bar.
“Not so fast, Greedyguts,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “I think you ought to listen to this. Play the tape, Jacob.”
It was the secretly recorded tape of their first interview with Mr. I.M. Greedyguts.
â If you selected me, I'd be willing to show my appreciation
.
â Are you suggesting a bribe?
â Certainly not
.
â How much money were you thinking of?
â Ah, you guys will be reasonable, won't you? I'm not a rich man
.
“And that money we photographed you counting in McDonald's,” said Mr. Dinglebat, “your weekly five-hundred-dollar bribe on the slop Perfectly Loathsome Leo provides your school with,
why, that money was marked
.”
“Hand it over,” said Jacob Two-Two, “and we'll show you something.”
“The day has not yet dawned,” said Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, “when I take orders from a little squirt.”
“Hand it over,” said the intrepid Shapiro.
“Right now,” said the fearless O'Toole.
“Yes, sir.”
Examining the portrait of Queen Elizabeth on the Canadian twenty-dollar bill, with the help of a magnifying glass lent to him by Mr. Dinglebat, Mr. I.M. Greedyguts noticed, for the first time, that Her Majesty's pearl necklace
was missing three pearls
. Then, peering at a fifty-dollar bill, which featured a portrait of Mackenzie King, he observed that Canada's late, great prime minister was staring at a crystal ball that had been drawn on the banknote. “Holy smokes, I've
been framed!” cried Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, his multiple bellies heaving.
“Now, should we phone the
Daily Doze?
” asked Mr. Dinglebat.
“Or bring back the police?” asked Jacob Two-Two.
“Jacob,” asked a sobbing Mr. I.M. Greedyguts, “how would you like to skip a grade, and take home a report card every month with as many gold stars as your sweet little heart desires?”
“Hmmn,” said Jacob Two-Two. “Hmmn.”
“I'm also willing to do your homework for you.”
“I think you had better call back the police right now, Mr. Dinglebat,” said Jacob Two-Two.
“Couldn't we talk this over?” asked Mr. I.M. Greedyguts.
“Oh, yes, please,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse, falling to his knees.
“Tell them what they have to do, Jacob,” said Mr. Dinglebat.