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The fellow's as mad as a hatter!" When Lord Emsworth, sighting Mr. Peters in the group of returned churchgoers, drew him aside and broke the news that the valuable scarab, so kindly presented by him to the castle museum, had been stolen in the night by some person unknown, he thought the millionaire took it exceedingly well. Though the stolen object no longer belonged to him, Mr.
"Is Lord Emsworth absent-minded?" Miss Willoughby laughed. "Why, he forgets his own name sometimes! If it wasn't for Mr. Baxter, goodness knows what would happen to him." "I don't think I know Mr. Baxter." "You will if you stay here long. You can't get away from him if you're in the same house. Don't tell anyone I said so; but he's the real master here.
I have been lunching at my club." "I'd have asked you to lunch here," said Mr. Peters, "but you know how it is with me . . . I've promised the doctor I'll give those nuts and grasses of his a fair trial, and I can do it pretty well when I'm alone with Aline; but to have to sit by and see somebody else eating real food would be trying me too high." Lord Emsworth murmured sympathetically.
What was it that young fellow Emerson, Freddie's American friend, was saying, the other day about some acquaintance of his who is not quite right in the head? Nobody in the house is that it? Something to that effect, at any rate. I felt at the time it was a perfect description of Emsworth." "My dear Horace! Your father-in-law! The head of the family!"
He was not certain that there might not be others besides Lord Emsworth in the garden; and it occurred to him that, especially after his reputation for eccentric conduct had been so firmly established by his misfortunes that night in the hall, it might cause comment should he appear before them carrying a shoe. Ashe took the shoe and, doing so, understood what before had puzzled him.
Lord Emsworth was feeling too benevolent to raise the objections he certainly would have raised had his mood been less sunny. "Certainly; let him come if he wishes." "Thanks, gov'nor." Freddie completed his toilet. "Doing anything special this morning, gov'nor? I rather thought of getting a bit of breakfast and then strolling round a bit. Have you had breakfast?" "Two hours ago.
When Lord Emsworth said, "Let me go first," young Algernon Wooster, who was on the very point of leaping to the fore, said, "Yes, by Jove! Sound scheme, by Gad!" and withdrew into the background; and the Bishop of Godalming said: "By all means, Clarence undoubtedly; most certainly precede us." When his sense of touch told him he had reached the foot of the stairs, Lord Emsworth paused.
He, too, had remembered. What Lord Emsworth remembered was this: Late in the previous autumn the next estate to Blandings had been rented by an American, a Mr. Peters a man with many millions, chronic dyspepsia, and one fair daughter Aline. The two families had met. Freddie and Aline had been thrown together; and, only a few days before, the engagement had been announced.
He gets the idea of stealing the scarab!" "But why? Why should he have thought of the scarab at all? That is what I can't understand. He couldn't have meant to give it to Mr. Peters and claim the reward. He couldn't have known that Mr. Peters was offering a reward. He couldn't have known that Lord Emsworth had not got the scarab quite properly.
Lord Emsworth will no doubt be pleased to learn that his son, whom he trusted, is a thief!" Freddie's hand fell limply. The bell remained un-touched. His mouth opened to its fullest extent. In the midst of his panic he had a curious feeling that he had heard or read that last sentence somewhere before. Then he remembered.
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