Beau Geste Page #3

Aunt Pat if I could go.

What did Aunt Pat say?

Well... well, no.

It sounds like a big lie

to me, John.

Just a moment, Digby.

Are you doubting

the word of King Arthur?

Why, no, Sire.

Are you, John?

I didn't say

a word, Sire.

Excuse me.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, no, Aunt Pat.

We were just...

Please go on, Isobel.

May I?

Aren't you a little old for

those childish games, Beau?

Aren't you a little young for

those grown-up cigars, Gussie?

Is he still there?

Yes. Don't make

so much noise.

What's the difference? He

knows we're after him now.

All right.

Then let's get to work.

Let's not act hastily.

This requires

some preparation.

All we need to do

is move the couch.

He'll move fast.

We gotta watch out for him.

Well, one of us

on each side.

And have him walk out

right between us?

I can see you haven't done much

of this sort of thing, Digby.

Now, you move the couch

and I'll cover the ground.

The minute he shows his head,

I'll be on him like a tiger.

Now look, I flushed him,

I stood watch while

you armed yourself.

It's up to you

to move the couch.

Sorry, old boy,

I don't see it your way.

Well, then we'll need a

third party to move the couch

while we do the dirty work.

John.

No, he's too busy.

We can't disturb him.

What's more important

than this?

When you get a little older

you'll realize. Love.

Love?

You mean he's in love

with Isobel?

Horribly. Worst case

I've ever seen.

Well, he has

my blessing.

Here he comes!

Cute little fellow,

isn't he?

Probably been here

for years.

Has a family, too,

I suppose.

Well, go ahead, Beau.

After all, it's your room.

It must be your mouse.

Digby, we can't go down

and face all the others

with blood all over

our hands, can we?

No.

Remind me tonight to bring

him up some cheese, will you?

Did you have fun?

Think of him

behind that couch.

Same form of rodent.

Thank you.

The Gestes are

such witty fellows

to themselves.

Ghastly!

If I could only...

Shush!

Don't argue with

the heir, Digby.

Thank you.

A telegram.

First one in 5 years.

Who's it for,

Burdon?

Her Ladyship, sir.

I wonder if anything's

happened to Sir Hector.

Now, please don't start

reciting the will, Gussie,

until we find out

definitely.

Telegram, Madam.

Oh, thank you,

Burdon.

Sir Hector is well,

I trust?

Quite well, Augustus.

And we are going to have

a visit from him.

Oh.

That's splendid.

I don't understand.

He never comes home

this time of year.

Only because he's

never needed money

at this time of the year

before, Augustus.

Well, I don't see what more he

expects to get out of the estate.

You forget the Blue Water.

Why, he wouldn't sell the

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