Mike by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"I think there must have been a burglar in here, Jackson."
"Looks like it, sir." "I found the window open." "He's probably in the garden, sir." Mr. Wain looked out into the garden with an annoyed expression, as if its behaviour in letting burglars be in it struck him as unworthy of a respectable garden. "He might be still in the house," said Mr. Wain, ruminatively. "Not likely, sir." "You think not?" "Wouldn't be such a fool, sir. I mean, such an ass, sir." "Perhaps you are right, Jackson." "I shouldn't wonder if he was hiding in the shrubbery, sir." Mr. Wain looked at the shrubbery, as who should say, _"Et tu, Brute!"_ "By Jove! I think I see him," cried Mike. He ran to the window, and vaulted through it on to the lawn. An inarticulate protest from Mr. Wain, rendered speechless by this move just as he had been beginning |
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