Kashyap Joshi - Audiobooks/Summer Lightning
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some lightning. By PG Wodehouse Chapter one. Trouble brewing at blending Sze Blanding's castle slept in the sunshine, dancing, little ripples of heat mist played across its smooth loans and stone flag terraces. The air was full of the lowing drone of insects. It was that gracious hour of a summer afternoon, midway between luncheon and tea, when nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up in the shade off a laurel bush. Outside the back premises of this stately home of England beach, butler to Clarence Ninth Earl of em's worth, its proprietor sat sipping the contents of a long glass and reading a weekly paper devoted to the doings of society and the stage. His attention had just been arrested by a photograph in an oval border on one off the inner pages, and for perhaps a minute, his scrutinised us in a slow, thorough, pop eyed way, absorbing its every detail. Then, with a fruity chuckle, he took a pen knife from his pocket, cut out a photograph and placed it in the recesses office costume. At this moment, the Laurel Bush, which had hitherto not spoken, said the butler started violently, a spasm ran through his ample frame. Beach said the bush something was now peering out of it. This might have been a wood nymph, but the butler rather thought not. And he was right. It was a tall young man with light hair. He recognised his employers secretary, Mr Hugo Comedy, and Rose with pain. Reproach. His heart was still jumping and he had bitten his tongue. Startle you, beach. Extremely. I'm sorry. Excellent for the liver, though. Beach. Do you want to earn a quid? The butler's austerity softened. The hard look died out of his eyes. Yes. Uh, can you get hold of Miss Millicent alone suddenly? Then give her this note and don't let anyone see you do it especially. And this is where I want you to follow me very closely. Beach Lady Constance Keeble I will attend to the matter immediately. He smiled a paternal smile. Hugo smiled back. A perfect understanding prevailed between these two. Beach understood that he ought not to be giving his employers niece so repetitious notes and Hugo understood that he ought not to be urging a good man to place such a weight upon his conscience.