By P. G. Wodehouse
ISBN-10: 1409063534
ISBN-13: 9781409063537
The intense disregard Wodehouse sequence keeps, with Big Money, one in every of Wodehouse's so much impossible to resist comedian stories. whilst Lord Biskerton--bearing basically the beginnings of a mustache and a noble distain for paintings, and his pal Berry Conway, who unfortunately succumbed to fiscal strain to develop into the secretary to American millionaire T. Paterson Frisby, search Ann Moon, Frisby's attractive niece and heiress for their mutual betterment, the consequences are unforgettable.
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He did not look the part. Of course, it is not easy to lay down hard and fast rules as to just what a secretary's appearance should be, but one may at least expect it to be – broadly – secretarial. An air of reserved intellectuality might be anticipated. A touch of pallor and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses would not come amiss. Berry Conway fell very short of the ideal. He was lean and athletic-looking. He had the appearance of a welterweight boxer who takes a cold bath every morning and sings in it.
You know that thing of Kipling's? "I'd like to roll to 'Rio, roll down, roll down to 'Rio. Oh, I'd like to . ' said the Biscuit, scandalized. 'My dear chap! You can't recite here. Against the club rules. ' 'I was talking to a fellow the other day,' said Berry, with a smouldering eye, 'who had just come back from Arizona. He was telling me about the Mojave Desert. He had been prospecting out there. ' 'You've seen me,' said the Biscuit. ' Lord Biskerton closed his eyes dutifully. 'I am,' he said.
I don't,' said Berry. Mr Frisby took up his fountain-pen, gazed at it, and put it down again. 'Well, I'll tell you,' he said. 'Oddly enough, I know a man – Hoke's his name. J. B. Hoke – he might make you an offer. He does quite a bit in that line. Buys up these derelict properties on the chance of some day striking something good. ' 'I believe he's in America just now. I'll have to find out. Of course, he wouldn't look at the thing unless he could get it cheap. ' 'You're welcome,' said Mr Frisby.
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