White Mischief Page #3

Really?

Five to one here.

fIag is up.

They're under starter's orders.

And...they're off...

..closely followed by April Rain.

ApriI Rain drawing IeveI...

April Rain's taking the front already.

..ApriI Rain haIf a Iength,

with Parsimony just behind him...

...ApriI Rain and Parsimony

fighting it out together.

Parsimony taking the Iead.

Parsimony drawing near...

- The Devil!

- Bad luck, Jock.

Would you like to spend

the weekend with me in Malindi?

Joss?

Who's for a swim?

Why don't you two go off on your own.

l couldn't move a limb.

Do you possess a swim costume?

What is it tonight, Abdullah?

Brown Windsor soup,

roast beef and Yorkshire pudding

plum duff and custard.

l think l'll skip the soup.

- l'm going to marry you.

- l'm already married.

The more l see of men,

the more l like dogs.

- Why, what happened?

- Nothing.

- You two seemed to get along.

- Not really.

He's losing his touch.

Diana, do tell.

ls he absolutely to die for?

At least that's what they say.

ls he really a hopeless philanderer?

Gwladys says he can't get on

with women, so he gets off with them.

You know Nancy Wirewater?

He rogered her

on the billiard table at The Norfolk.

Still, rather a weekend of ecstasy

than a lifetime of drudgery.

Don't you agree?

Jock, l'm going up to my room.

- l've had a long day.

- Diana.

- l've missed you this weekend.

- Have you?

Look on the verandah.

l've got something for you.

- What is it?

- l'm not quite sure.

Jock, it's adorable.

Oh.

By the way, Erroll telephoned.

He's invited us out to dinner tomorrow

night at the Djinn Palace.

Oh!

- Dance with me.

- No.

You do realise

what's going on, don't you?

What are you going to do about it?

He'll soon tire of her.

- How do you know?

- Because he's in love with me.

l'm in love with you.

Are you really?

And you're in love with me, too,

aren't you?

l don't know.

Diana!

Diana!

You've made your conquest, Joss.

Now l'm going back to my husband.

And his money.

This is the reason we're here.

Magnificent cattle country.

What do you think, McPherson?

lf the rains don't come,

we'll be in trouble.

They'll come.

- Are you all right, my dear?

- Yes, l'm fine.

- You're rather quiet.

- l'm fine.

- Not bored?

- No.

With prices as they are,

these cattle could be very valuable.

What else?

We could open up the South valley.

Grow some wheat.

What do you say, McPherson?

-Well, l don't...

- Don't be so gloomy!

l can do more here

for the war effort than in England.

A thousand acres

of wheat per annum, a thousand pigs,

2,OOO quid's worth of milk every month,

a ton of vegetables every bloody week!

l tell boys to start dishing now, bwana?

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