Rogue Male Page #4

Yes, I don't doubt. Now, how much

would a thing like this cost?

- What?... 15 quid.

- That much?

- About.

- 15 pounds? You said you could make...

- Frankly, is academic.

- Sorry?

Point is:
I need the bike right away.

But we live in Leicester.

Do really? I have an uncle

who lives near Leicester.

- Oh, how lovely! Would we know him?

- I don't think so.

We'll have to go back by train.

- Well, I'm very sorry if I spoiled your holidays.

- What the hell!

Suppose we say...

Or was it in guineas? What do you say?

- I'll be sorry to let her go.

- In other words ...

Done!

Thank you. Here:
five...

No one will ever find this. No one! Ever!

This is ours! Forever!

It's ours, but not forever, Robert.

We must go back.

I must!

You knew I must.

The world won't go away. Not even for us.

Damn the world!

They trust me...

They rely on me.

I must.

Without me...

Without you...?

Not yet, Rebecca.

Not yet.

Darling Bob...

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies

And all that's best of dark...

...and bright

Meets in her aspect and her eyes

Hullo, cat.

You like that, don't you?

I'll call you P*ssy... Bugger...

Oh, no... Dark?

Asmodeus?

Yeah. Asmodeus.

I'm Folsham, Professor Folsham.

There's maybe a parcel for me

No, sorry. No parcel to

that name at all, sorry.

Maybe a letter then?

There you are! Folsham.

Kettle's boiling, Mom.

Excuse me.

"A sinister stranger without fingernails

is hunted in Dorset this week..."

- Maman, I want to drink my tea!

- You do as you're told!

- May I have my letter, please?

- You'll have to wait.

- Madam, kindly satisfy yourself.

- May you keep away from me!

- This letter is indeed addressed

to me and I regret to tell you...

- I will scream!

I don't doubt it. Your behaviour is

unworthy of a position of trust.

I feel duty bound to report it.

Good day to you, madam!

As your legal advisor my

opinion -pedestrian as it may be-

is that you should go to

the police, tell them the truth

and be damned with your

addled ideas of duty and honor.

If England is embarrassed by your

existence, so much the worse for England.

Noblesse does not always oblige.

No. Only when you wish it didn't.

Bernie, March!

There is! At him!

Of course, Major Quive-Smith! A man in your

position:
I'm happy to tell you what I know!

The local constabulary almost

nabbed him in Dorset.

The South post mistress had her suspicions aroused

but the local's reaction was a shade slow.

Well, he was away before they got to him.

He won't be within a 100

miles; it is an expert opinion.

When it comes to an expert, William,

I think I'll rely on Sir Robert.

Thank you, Muller.

Rule is simple and infallible:

Find his waterhole, and patience will

surely bring your quarry within your sights.

Sir Robert?

Sieg heil!

Major, look out!

Come back! Come back, you idiot!

Some stupid animal, and you

go make a fool of yourself!

- I'm no country man, major.

- You're no man at all!

- Better be dead.

- He is, Major. I saw.

Well, the dead man appears to've

gone to ground, isn't it?

I'm not prepared to root around

in the dark for a wounded rat.

Discipline, Quive-Smith. Discipline, discipline.

.38.

Close, Robert. Close.

An elephant separated from the

herd is known as a rogue male.

He is isolated, and he is dangerous.

The Allmighty look after the rogue male.

We hope.

We hope...

Oh, Mr. Drake? I'm Quive-Smith.

Your wife and I spoke on the telephone.

Oh, yes, major, indeed. Is not much

of a day for sports, I'm afraid.

I'm a patient man, Mr Drake.

I'm willing to wait.

- What's so much about?

- Not a lot.

Not a bird. I haven't seen so much

as a robin out there, all summer long.

Perhaps some cat is out there...

Can't trap him and can't shoot him.

Yes... I'd like to see that room

I made your wife talk about it.

Hullo, Asmodeus! You

smelled the sardines, didn't you, eh?

Not up outside really? What's up outside?

You and me:
What a pair, eh?

What a pair, you evil villain!

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o'er her face...

Well, we will have to sweat it out,

my pretty. We'll have to sweat it out.

Mr Quive-Smith?

I must say your mom makes

the most delicious apple crumble!

Do you like some more?

Oh, yes... Just a little.

That's fine.

No, thanks.

Hullo, Asmodeus!

Yes, it's not precisely a bed

of roses, isn't Asmodeus?

Messy the big man is, isn't it?

Have they gone or haven't they?

Have they gone or haven't they?

Oh, that must happen!

They came after my cheese again!

Entered there and down the garry.

I knew it was a stealer of them!

I don't really think so, you know, Mr. Drake.

So how was it? They broke the roof?

Look at that. Deathwatch

beetles got in that.

I've came across this once, in East Riding.

A time bomb. Chap fell right through

the roof and broke his neck, poor fellow.

I shouldn't fetch yourself.

You are right, Major.

Morning's time enough to worry.

Quire right, Mr. Drake. Good night!

A wise hunter does not

disturb frightened game at night.

Thank you, sir Robert.

Asmodeus?

Asmodeus?

Asmodeus?

Sir Robert?

Sir Robert?

Can you hear me?

I hear you.

How are you?

Surviving!

You had a lucky escape!

Attemptly, however.

One does not abandon a wounded

beast, does one? One finishes it all.

It wouldn't be cricket otherwise, would it?

- What?

- I did not speak.

Shall I tell you something funny?

While my capacity for laughter is

somewhat limited at the moment, you can try.

The night you lost patience...

Last night, by George! Wasn't it?

I didn't lose patience!

The night you lost patience!

I'd already given Drake

notice that we were off.

I'd already decided that you got clean away.

Oh, I knew that you were somewhere

about, but we'd been searching down

by the spring and down in the old quarry

and I concluded that we missed the bus".

Funny, isn't it?

Hilarious.

- Shall we get down to business?

- Business? What business?

If you are going to kill me, kill me!

Oh, my dear fellow: I don't want you to die.

You could always donate me

to the Whipsnade zoo, I suppose.

There will be no need for anything as drastic,

sir Robert, at this particular juncture.

If my friends take my advice,

and they might well,

They'd tell me to let you go back into

circulation just as if nothing had happened.

On certain conditions.

Look here!

You won't get any more out of

me than your Gestapo did!

So don't waste your time!

My Gestapo?

They are not mine.

I am as British as you are.

- Now what exactly do you want?

- I don't want to deceive

you in any way, sir Robert.

So I think I better get back to my

friends and clear with them exactly

what I propose we should do.

You wouldn't mind hanging

on for a day or two, will you?

I can't get out.

but I don't suppose you will be coming in.

I assume you're familiar with

the end game known as stalemate.

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