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Chapter Twelve
The horse-man tightened his grip on my neck a little.
"Well, what do you say, heh? About you going off with my daughter like this?"
Well, I mean, I couldn't say much as his fist squashing my windpipe. I noticed Jeeves shimmer over to the door, lock it, and then carry on around the place as if he was merely dusting. Bally pirate! I give him his paycheck faithfully every week, and he goes and lets horse faced men accost me in my own sitting room.
The horse chappie set me back on terra firma, and I struggled for breath.
"Well?"
"Umm. Well you see. . ."
"No! I don't see how a blood sucker like you could have wheedled his way into my daughter's affections! You tell me what happened!"
"I don't know you or your daughter!"
The man raised an eyebrow at me. He held up two envelopes. On one, was the address of Emily's house. He opened it, and pulled out my letter to Aunt Dahlia.
"See? Some man sends my daughter a letter that, I suppose was intended for his Aunt, but I ask myself, how does he know her address?"
Tucking the thing about his person, he held up the other letter. With a sudden feeling of impending doom, I gawped at it. My Aunt's address was clear beneath crossing lines. Then, there was my address, also crossed out. And then, neatly written, was Emily's address.
"I then received this. Inside it is, a note from my brother, Reginald, and a passion filled love letter to my daughter, from a Mr Bertram Wooster."
He glowered at me, if that's the word I want. I was shocked. Jeeves had read my mail. It was disgusting. My dutiful Aunt had sent the required letter back, and my interfering valet had jolly well gone and read it!
"Umm. . ."
Chapter Twelve
The horse-man tightened his grip on my neck a little.
"Well, what do you say, heh? About you going off with my daughter like this?"
Well, I mean, I couldn't say much as his fist squashing my windpipe. I noticed Jeeves shimmer over to the door, lock it, and then carry on around the place as if he was merely dusting. Bally pirate! I give him his paycheck faithfully every week, and he goes and lets horse faced men accost me in my own sitting room.
The horse chappie set me back on terra firma, and I struggled for breath.
"Well?"
"Umm. Well you see. . ."
"No! I don't see how a blood sucker like you could have wheedled his way into my daughter's affections! You tell me what happened!"
"I don't know you or your daughter!"
The man raised an eyebrow at me. He held up two envelopes. On one, was the address of Emily's house. He opened it, and pulled out my letter to Aunt Dahlia.
"See? Some man sends my daughter a letter that, I suppose was intended for his Aunt, but I ask myself, how does he know her address?"
Tucking the thing about his person, he held up the other letter. With a sudden feeling of impending doom, I gawped at it. My Aunt's address was clear beneath crossing lines. Then, there was my address, also crossed out. And then, neatly written, was Emily's address.
"I then received this. Inside it is, a note from my brother, Reginald, and a passion filled love letter to my daughter, from a Mr Bertram Wooster."
He glowered at me, if that's the word I want. I was shocked. Jeeves had read my mail. It was disgusting. My dutiful Aunt had sent the required letter back, and my interfering valet had jolly well gone and read it!
"Umm. . ."