"Пэлем Вудхауз. Jeeves in the offing (Предложения Дживса, engl)" - читать интересную книгу автора

eyes to lush Mrs Cream and her son Willie up and treat them like
royalty. So they're at Brinkley, dug into the woodwork.'
'Willie, did you say?'
'Short for Wilbert.'
I mused. Willie Cream. The name seemed familiar somehow. I seemed to
have heard it or seen it in the papers somewhere. But it eluded me.
'Adela Cream writes mystery stories. Are you a fan of hers? No?
Well, start boning up on them, directly you arrive, because every
little helps. I've bought a complete set. They're very good.'
'I shall be delighted to run an eye over her material,' I said, for
I am what they call an a-something of novels of suspense. Aficionado,
would that be it? 'I can always do with another corpse or two. We have
established, then, that among the inmates are this Mrs Cream and her
son Wilbert. Who are the other three?'
'Well, there's Lady Wickham's daughter Roberta.'
I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.
'What! Bobbie Wickham? Oh, my gosh!'
'Why the agitation? Do you know her?'
'You bet I know her.'
'I begin to see Is she one of the gaggle of girls you've been
engaged to?'
'Not actually, no. We were never engaged. But that was merely
because she wouldn't meet me half-way.'
'Turned you down, did she?'
'Yes, thank goodness '
'Why thank goodness? She's a one-girl beauty chorus '
'She doesn't try the eyes, I agree.'
'A pippin, if ever there was one.'
'Very true, but is being a pippin everything? What price the soul?'
'Isn't her soul like mother makes?'
'Far from it. Much below par. What I could tell you ... But no, let
it go Painful subj.'
I had been about to mention fifty-seven or so of the reasons why the
prudent operator, if he valued his peace of mind, deemed it best to
stay well away from the red-headed menace under advisement, but
realized that at a moment when I was wanting to get back to the
marmalade it would occupy too much time. It will be enough to say that
I had long since come out of the ether and was fully cognizant of the
fact that in declining to fall in with my suggestion that we should
start rounding up clergymen and bridesmaids, the beasel had rendered me
a signal service, and I'll tell you why.
Aunt Dahlia, describing this young blister as a one-girl beauty
chorus, had called her shots perfectly correctly. Her outer crust was
indeed of a nature to cause those beholding it to rock back on their
heels with a startled whistle But while equipped with eyes like twin
stars, hair ruddier than the cherry, oomph, espieglene and all the
fixings, B. Wickham had also the disposition and general outlook on
life of a ticking bomb In her society you always had the uneasy feeling
that something was likely to go off at any moment with a pop. You never
knew what she was going to do next or into what murky depths of soup