The Little Nugget by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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page 163 of 331 (49%)
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'It'll give him a nasty shock.'
'G'wan! Open it!' No one who is digging a Browning pistol into the small of my back will ever find me disobliging. I opened the door--knocking first, as a mild concession to the conventions--and the procession passed in. My stricken employer was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, and our entrance did not at first cause him to change this position. 'Yes?' he said thickly, and disappeared beneath a huge pocket-handkerchief. Muffled sounds, as of distant explosions of dynamite, together with earthquake shudderings of the bedclothes, told of another sneezing-fit. 'I'm sorry to disturb you,' I began, when Buck, ever the man of action, with a scorn of palaver, strode past me, and, having prodded with the pistol that part of the bedclothes beneath which a rough calculation suggested that Mr Abney's lower ribs were concealed, uttered the one word, 'Sa-a-ay!' Mr Abney sat up like a Jack-in-the-box. One might almost say that he shot up. And then he saw Buck. I cannot even faintly imagine what were Mr Abney's emotions at that moment. He was a man who, from boyhood up, had led a quiet and regular life. Things like Buck had appeared to him hitherto, |
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