Ice in the Bedroom (Collector's Wodehouse)
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 159020512X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Originally published: New York: Simon & Schuster, 1961, as The ice in the bedroom.
it alone.' These words, bordering to his mind closely on blasphemy, caused Mr. Cornelius to wince. He turned away and offered a portion of lettuce to the third rabbit on the right in rather a marked manner. 'So you are accepting your friend's offer?' he said, when he had recovered himself. 'If he'll hold it open for a while. Everything turns on that. You see, as always when these good things come your way, there's a catch. I have to chip in with three thousand quid as a sort of entrance fee,
to find in a month of Sundays. She should have realized, she told herself, that anyone with a cousin like Freddie's cousin George was practically certain sooner or later to find pyjama-clad blondes in his living-room. With George at the helm and directing the proceedings, one was surprised that there had not been more of them. Remorse was followed by gratitude to Leila Yorke for handling the role of intermediary so capably. It was she who, as she always made a point of doing in the novels she
righteous wrath overcame pain. He was deeply offended at being accused for once in his life of something of which he was not guilty. The apologetic lover became the man of ice, and he, too, spoke from between clenched teeth. 'Who's followed who where?' he said haughtily. 'I'm here on business.' ‘You?’ 'Yes, me. I've come to see Miss Leila Yorke. I understand she hangs out at a joint called Claines Hall. Perhaps you would be good enough to direct me there.' 'I'll take you there.' 'You won't
Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Shakespeare.' 'Plus which, you're giving my husband a crick in the neck.' 'Is this your husband?' 'Yes, it is, and I'll thank you to take your fat hands off'n him.' 'Release him, do you mean? Set him free?' 'That's what I mean.' Again George shook his head. 'My dear little soul, you don't know what you're asking. Goodness knows I'd do anything in my power to oblige one with whom I have passed such happy moments, but when you suggest releasing this bimbo, I
whatever she was. Hers was the hand that let me have it.' Sally squeaked incredulously. 'You mean Mrs. Molloy hit you?' 'Feel the bump, if you care to.' Freddie drew in his breath sharply. Since his betrothal to Sally, his views on dallying with the female sex, once broad-minded to the point of laxity, had become austere. He spoke severely. 'You have only yourself to blame, George. How you can do this sort of thing beats me. You are engaged to a sweet girl who loves and trusts you, and yet