“That friend of yours is a nice girl, Bundle,” said Lord Caterham.
Loraine had been at Chimneys for nearly a week, and had earned thehigh opinion of her host—mainly because of the charming readiness shehad shown to be instructed in the science of the mashie shot.
Bored by his winter abroad, Lord Caterham had taken up golf. He wasan execrable player and in consequence was profoundly enthusiastic overthe game. He spent most of his mornings lifting mashie shots over variousshrubs and bushes—or, rather, essaying to loft2 them, hacking3 large bitsout of the velvety4 turf and generally reducing MacDonald to despair.
“We must lay out a little course,” said Lord Caterham, addressing adaisy. “A sporting little course. Now then, just watch this one, Bundle. Offthe right knee, slow back, keep the head still and use the wrists.”
The ball, heavily topped, scudded5 across the lawn and disappeared intothe unfathomed depths of a great bank of rhododendrons.
“Curious,” said Lord Caterham. “What did I do then, I wonder? As I wassaying, Bundle, that friend of yours is a very nice girl. I really think I aminducing her to take quite an interest in the game. She hit some excellentshots this morning—really quite as good as I could do myself.”
Lord Caterham took another careless swing and removed an immensechunk of turf. MacDonald, who was passing retrieved6 it and stamped itfirmly back. The look he gave Lord Caterham would have caused anyonebut an ardent7 golfer to sink through the earth.
“If MacDonald has been guilty of cruelty to Cootes, which I strongly sus-pect,” said Bundle, “he’s being punished now.”
“Why shouldn’t I do as I like in my own garden?” demanded her father.
“MacDonald ought to be interested in the way my game is coming on—theScotch are a great golfing nation.”
“You poor old man,” said Bundle. “You’ll never be a golfer—but at anyrate it keeps you out of mischief8.”
“Not at all,” said Lord Caterham. “I did the long sixth in five the otherday. The pro1 was very surprised when I told him about it.”
“He would be,” said Bundle.
“Talking of Cootes, Sir Oswald plays a fair game—a very fair game. Not apretty style—too stiff. But straight down the middle every time. But curi-ous how the cloven hoof9 shows—won’t give you a six inch putt! Makes youput it in every time. Now I don’t like that.”
“I suppose he’s a man who likes to be sure,” said Bundle.
“It’s contrary to the spirit of the game,” said her father. “And he’s not in-terested in the theory of the thing either. Now, that secretary chap, Bate-man, is quite different. It’s the theory interests him. I was slicing badlywith my spoon; and he said it all came from too much right arm; and heevolved a very interesting theory. It’s all left arm in golf—the left arm isthe arm that counts. He says he plays tennis left-handed but golf with or-dinary clubs because there his superiority with the left arm tells.”
“And did he play very marvellously?” inquired Bundle.
“No, he didn’t,” confessed Lord Caterham. “But then he may have beenoff his game. I see the theory all right and I think there’s a lot in it. Ah! Didyou see that one, Bundle? Right over the rhododendrons. A perfect shot.
Ah! If one could be sure of doing that every time—Yes, Tredwell, what isit?”
Tredwell addressed Bundle.
“Mr. Thesiger would like to speak to you on the telephone, my lady.”
Bundle set off at full speed for the house, yelling “Loraine, Loraine,” asshe did so. Loraine joined her just as she was lifting the receiver.
“Hallo, is that you, Jimmy?”
“Hallo. How are you?”
“Very fit, but a bit bored.”
“How’s Loraine?”
“She’s all right. She’s here. Do you want to speak to her?”
“In a minute. I’ve got a lot to say. To begin with, I’m going down to theCootes for the weekend,” he said significantly. “Now, look here, Bundle,you don’t know how one gets hold of skeleton keys, do you?”
“Haven’t the foggiest. Is it really necessary to take skeleton keys to theCootes?”
“Well, I had a sort of idea they’d come in handy. You don’t know the sortof shop one gets them at?”
“What you want is a kindly10 burglar friend to show you the ropes.”
“I do, Bundle, I do. And unfortunately I haven’t got one. I thought per-haps your bright brain might grapple successfully with the problem. But Isuppose I shall have to fall back upon Stevens as usual. He’ll be gettingsome funny ideas in his head soon about me—first a bluenosed automatic—and now skeleton keys. He’ll think I’ve joined the criminal classes.”
“Jimmy?” said Bundle.
“Yes?”
“Look here—be careful, won’t you? I mean if Sir Oswald finds you nos-ing around with skeleton keys—well, I should think he could be very un-pleasant when he likes.”
“Young man of pleasing appearance in the dock! All right, I’ll be careful.
Pongo’s the fellow I’m really frightened of. He sneaks11 around so on thoseflat feet of his. You never hear him coming. And he always did have agenius for poking12 his nose in where he wasn’t wanted. But trust to the boyhero.”
“Well, I wish Loraine and I were going to be there to look after you.”
“Thank you, nurse. As a matter of fact, though, I have a scheme.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think you and Loraine might have a convenient car breakdownnear Letherbury tomorrow morning? It’s not so very far from you, is it?”
“Forty miles. That’s nothing.”
“I thought it wouldn’t be—to you! Don’t kill Loraine though. I’m ratherfond of Loraine. All right, then—somewhere round about quarter to halfpast twelve.”
“So that they invite us to lunch?”
“That’s the idea. I say, Bundle, I ran into that girl Socks yesterday, andwhat do you think — Terence O’Rourke is going to be down there thisweekend!”
“Jimmy, do you think he—?”
“Well—suspect everyone, you know. That’s what they say. He’s a wildlad, and daring as they make them. I wouldn’t put it past him to run asecret society. He and the Countess might be in this together. He was outin Hungary last year.”
“But he could pinch the formula any time.”
“That’s just what he couldn’t. He’d have to do it under circumstanceswhere he couldn’t be suspected. But the retreat up the ivy13 and into hisown bed—well, that would be rather neat. Now for instructions. After afew polite nothings to Lady Coote, you and Loraine are to get hold ofPongo and O’Rourke by hook or by crook14 and keep them occupied tilllunch time. See? It oughtn’t to be difficult for a couple of beautiful girlslike you.”
“You’re using the best butter, I see.”
“A plain statement of fact.”
“Well, at any rate, your instructions are duly noted15. Do you want to talkto Loraine now?”
Bundle passed over the receiver and tactfully left the room.

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