The World of Blandings: (Blandings Castle) by P.G. Wodehouse

Author:P.G. Wodehouse [Wodehouse, P.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2008-02-10T00:00:00+00:00

SUMMER LIGHTNING

1. TROUBLE BREWING AT BLANDINGS

I

BLANDINGS CASTLE SLEPT in the sunshine. Dancing little ripples of heat-mist played across its smooth lawns and stone-flagged terraces. The air was full of the lulling drone of insects. It was that gracious hour of a summer afternoon, midway between luncheon and tea, when Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.

In the shade of a laurel bush outside the back premises of this stately home of England, Beach, butler to Clarence, ninth Earl of Emsworth, its proprietor, sat sipping the contents of a long glass and reading a weekly paper devoted to the doings of Society and the Stage. His attention had just been arrested by a photograph in an oval border on one of the inner pages: and for perhaps a minute he scrutinized this in a slow, thorough, pop-eyed way, absorbing its every detail. Then, with a fruity chuckle, he took a penknife from his pocket, cut out the photograph, and placed it in the recesses of his costume.

At this moment, the laurel bush, which had hitherto not spoken, said ‘Psst!’

The butler started violently. A spasm ran through his ample frame.

‘Beach!’ said the bush.

Something was now peering out of it. This might have been a wood-nymph, but the butler rather thought not, and he was right. It was a tall young man with light hair. He recognised his employer’s secretary, Mr. Hugo Carmody, and rose with pained reproach. His heart was still jumping, and he had bitten his tongue.

‘Startle you, Beach?’

‘Extremely, sir.’

‘I’m sorry. Excellent for the liver, though. Beach, do you want to earn a quid?’

The butler’s austerity softened. The hard look died out of his eyes.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Can you get hold of Miss Millicent alone?’

‘Certainly, sir.’

‘Then give her this note, and don’t let anyone see you do it. Especially – and this is where I want you to follow me very closely, Beach – Lady Constance Keeble.’

‘I will attend to the matter immediately, sir.’

He smiled a paternal smile. Hugo smiled back. A perfect understanding prevailed between these two. Beach understood that he ought not to be giving his employer’s niece surreptitious notes: and Hugo understood that he ought not to be urging a good man to place such a weight upon his conscience.

‘Perhaps you are not aware, sir,’ said the butler, having trousered the wages of sin, ‘that her ladyship went up to London on the 3.30 train?’

Hugo uttered an exclamation of chagrin.

‘You mean that all this Red Indian stuff – creeping from bush to bush and not letting a single twig snap beneath my feet – has simply been a waste of time?’ He emerged, dusting his clothes. ‘I wish I’d known that before,’ he said. ‘I’ve severely injured a good suit, and it’s a very moot question whether I haven’t got some kind of a beetle down my back. However, nobody ever took a toss through being careful.’

‘Very true, sir.’

Relieved by the information that the X-ray eye of the aunt of the girl he loved was operating elsewhere, Mr.

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