Sleuth Page #3

I'm not mistaken, am I ?

And that your motive in renting the cottage

down here was to increase the incidence...

of this biweekly coupling.

- Is that what you asked me

over here to chat about ?

Never speak ill of the deadly.

If I choose to say that my wife

converses like a child of six...

and makes love like an extinct

shellfish, I shall,

and I don't need to ask her lover's

permission to do so either.

- Thank you for the drink.

- Oh, my. Now, now, I thought

you were brought up in England.

Surely you know it's not done to be rude.

You were being rude about

a woman I'm in love with.

- On the contrary. I was

reminiscing about my wife.

- It comes to the same thing.

Things mostly do, you know. I'll

wager that in a year's time...

it'll be you who'll be being rude about

Marguerite and I who'll be being rhapsodic,

having quite forgotten how

intolerably tiresome, vain,

spendthrift, self-indulgent...

and generally bloody crafty she really is !

Can you afford to take her off my hands ?

- "Afford to" ?

- Support her in the style to

which she was not accustomed...

before she met me, but now is.

Well, I'm not a millionaire,

but I'm not starving either.

The shop in London's doing all right. The

one in Brighton is almost breaking even.

- By this time next year--

- This year, next year, sometime, never.

What you're really saying is

that at present, you're skint.

- We'll survive.

- Survival is scarcely the point.

Presumably, when you're married

to Marguerite, you'll want

a place on the Riviera,

fast car, couple of mistresses.

- "Presumably" ?

- Just because you need those things ?

- No, just this fading mansion,

the slowest Bentley in Wiltshire,

and only one mistress, I'm afraid.

Tea, the Finnish bird who runs

the sauna in Salisbury.

Oh, you know about Tea, do you ?

Marguerite and I have no

secrets from each other.

Not even mine, it seems.

Tea is a Karelian Goddess.

Her golden hair smells of pine,

and her cobalt eyes are the secret

forest pools of Finlandia.

I hear she's a well-scrubbed blonde with

all the sex appeal of a secondhand jeep.

Not so, dear boy. You can take it from me.

Tea is an engaging little trollop

and suits me mightily.

Mind you, she takes a

bit of keeping up with.

It's a good thing I am pretty much

of an olympic sexual athlete.

Yes, I suppose these days you are

concentrating more on the sprints...

than on the long-distance stuff.

Not so, dear boy.

I'm in the pink of condition.

I could copulate for England

at any distance.

Red.

Well, as they say in the Olympics,

it's not the winning, it's

the taking part that counts.

- Are you going to marry her ?

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