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Totleigh Towers
poppet valves
pince-nez
When you lugged me into that prize-giving affair at Market Snodsbury,
‘He told me that you and he were starting off almost immediately on one of those Round-The-World cruises.’
I wrote them down in a notebook.’
‘You wrote them down in a notebook?’
‘A small, leather-covered...
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the mere existence of such a book made one uneasy.
brochure like that would be dynamite.
‘I must have dropped it somewhere.’
causing you to leap on the pillow like a gaffed salmon.
a tin of biscuits in the cupboard
his tortoiseshell-rimmed spectacles shone with a jovial light.
espièglerie
‘Those were two of the things you wrote in the book?’
‘That’s great. I mean to say, no chance of old Bassett being bored when he reads it.’
‘Suppose old Bassett does find that book, what do you think will ensue?’
Reading that book isn’t going to cause a sudden change for the better.
long before it happened, Spode would have broken your neck.’
It is a straight issue of finding and recovering that notebook before it can get to old Bassett.
Stephanie saying “Hullo, what’s that?” and seeing her stoop and pick something up.
I think it is obvious that the book is now in the possession of this Byng.’
I think she goes and hobnobs with the curate.
sole meunière
Until that book was back in safe storage, there could be no real peace for the Wooster soul.
he was being chivvied—
by a fine Aberdeen terrier.
I think I have mentioned that I once won a choir boys’ handicap at some village sports—
sudden swerve spells a smeller.
macédoine
have you got a small, brown, leather-covered notebook that Gussie Fink-Nottle dropped
‘Notebook?’
‘Yes, I’ve got it.’
‘You mean to say that it was Gussie who wrote those really excellent character studies of Roderick Spode and Uncle Watkyn? I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him.’
‘Where’s that book, Stiffy?’ I said, returning to the res.
Her mention of Magdalen interested me. It had been my own college.
‘Harold Pinker? Old Stinker Pinker? Great Scott! One of my dearest pals.
the extraordinarily delicate task of swiping Constable Oates’s helmet,
Roberta Wickham, who once persuaded me to go by night to the bedroom of a fellow guest at a country house and puncture his hot-water bottle with a darning needle on the end of a stick.
to give a forward shove before
Shove the hat forward.......
I am not a weak man, but I was beginning to wonder if I had been right in squelching so curtly Jeeves’s efforts to get me off on a Round-The-World cruise.
we have got to sell Harold to Uncle Watkyn.
Roberta!
Just steal Uncle Watkyn’s cow-creamer.’
satirical bitterness
with s. b.,
‘I never realized that that was how things were. No wonder you want that book.’
She was naming the Price of the Papers. In other words, after being blackmailed by an aunt at breakfast, I was now being blackmailed by a female crony before dinner.
You have been sent by your uncle to steal this cow-creamer for him.
