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beasts and superbeasts-第34章

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with her for four or five hours。  The trouble is that I'm 

not likely to get anything like that amount of grace。  

That fellow Lanner is showing signs of interesting 

himself in the same quarter。  He's quite heartbreakingly 

rich and is rather a swell in his way; in fact; our 

hostess is obviously a bit flattered at having him here。  

If she gets wind of the fact that he's inclined to be 

attracted by Betty Coulterneb she'll think it a splendid 

match and throw them into each other's arms all day long; 

and then where will my opportunities come in?  My one 

anxiety is to keep him out of the girl's way as much as 

possible; and if you could help me … 〃



〃If you want me to trot Lanner round the 

countryside; inspecting alleged Roman remains and 

studying local methods of bee culture and crop raising; 

I'm afraid I can't oblige you;〃 said Clovis。  〃You see; 

he's taken something like an aversion to me since the 

other night in the smoking…room。〃



〃What happened in the smoking…room?〃



〃He trotted out some well…worn chestnut as the 

latest thing in good stories; and I remarked; quite 

innocently; that I never could remember whether it was 

George II。 or James II。 who was so fond of that 

particular story; and now he regards me with politely…

draped dislike。  I'll do my best for you; if the 

opportunity arises; but it will have to be in a 

roundabout; impersonal manner。〃





* * * *





〃It's so nice having Mr。 Lanner here;〃 confided Mrs。 

Olston to Clovis the next afternoon; 〃he's always been 

engaged when I've asked him before。  Such a nice man; he 

really ought to be married to some nice girl。  Between 

you and me; I have an idea that he came down here for a 

certain reason。〃



〃I've had much the same idea;〃 said Clovis; lowering 

his voice; 〃in fact; I'm almost certain of it。〃



〃You mean he's attracted by … 〃 began Mrs。 Olston 

eagerly。



〃I mean he's here for what he can get;〃 said Clovis。



〃For what he can GET?〃 said the hostess with a touch 

of indignation in her voice; 〃what do you mean?  He's a 

very rich man。  What should he want to get here?〃



〃He has one ruling passion;〃 said Clovis; 〃and 

there's something he can get here that is not to be had 

for love nor for money anywhere else in the country; as 

far as I know。〃



〃But what?  Whatever do you mean?  What is his 

ruling passion?〃



〃Egg…collecting;〃 said Clovis。  〃He has agents all 

over the world getting rare eggs for him; and his 

collection is one of the finest in Europe; but his great 

ambition is to collect his treasures personally。  He 

stops at no expense nor trouble to achieve that end。〃



〃Good heavens!  The buzzards; the rough…legged 

buzzards!〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Olston; 〃you don't think he's 

going to raid their nest?〃



〃What do you think yourself?〃 asked Clovis; 〃the 

only pair of rough…legged buzzards known to breed in this 

country are nesting in your woods。  Very few people know 

about them; but as a member of the league for protecting 

rare birds that information would be at his disposal。  I 

came down in the train with him; and I noticed that a 

bulky volume of Dresser's 'Birds of Europe' was one of 

the requisites that he had packed in his travelling…kit。  

It was the volume dealing with short…winged hawks and 

buzzards。〃



Clovis believed that if a lie was worth telling it 

was worth telling well。



〃This is appalling;〃 said Mrs。 Olston; 〃my husband 

would never forgive me if anything happened to those 

birds。  They've been seen about the woods for the last 

year or two; but this is the first time they've nested。  

As you say; they are almost the only pair known to be 

breeding in the whole of Great Britain; and now their 

nest is going to be harried by a guest staying under my 

roof。  I must do something to stop it。  Do you think if I 

appealed to him … 〃



Clovis laughed。



〃There is a story going about; which I fancy is true 

in most of its details; of something that happened not 

long ago somewhere on the coast of the Sea of Marmora; in 

which our friend had a hand。  A Syrian nightjar; or some 

such bird; was known to be breeding in the olive gardens 

of a rich Armenian; who for some reason or other wouldn't 

allow Lanner to go in and take the eggs; though he 

offered cash down for the permission。  The Armenian was 

found beaten nearly to death a day or two later; and his 

fences levelled。  It was assumed to be a case of 

Mussulman aggression; and noted as such in all the 

Consular reports; but the eggs are in the Lanner 

collection。  No; I don't think I should appeal to his 

better feelings if I were you。〃



〃I must do something;〃 said Mrs。 Olston tearfully; 

〃my husband's parting words when he went off to Norway 

were an injunction to see that those birds were not 

disturbed; and he's asked about them every time he's 

written。  Do suggest something。〃



〃I was going to suggest picketing;〃 said Clovis。



〃Picketing!  You mean setting guards round the 

birds?〃



〃No; round Lanner。  He can't find his way through 

those woods by night; and you could arrange that you or 

Evelyn or Jack or the German governess should be by his 

side in relays all day long。  A fellow guest he could get 

rid of; but he couldn't very well shake off members of 

the household; and even the most determined collector 

would hardly go climbing after forbidden buzzards' eggs 

with a German governess hanging round his neck; so to 

speak。〃



Lanner; who had been lazily watching for an 

opportunity for prosecuting his courtship of the 

Coulterneb girl; found presently that his chances of 

getting her to himself for ten minutes even were non…

existent。  If the girl was ever alone he never was。  His 

hostess had changed suddenly; as far as he was concerned; 

from the desirable type that lets her guests do nothing 

in the way that best pleases them; to the sort that drags 

them over the ground like so many harrows。  She showed 

him the herb garden and the greenhouses; the village 

church; some water…colour sketches that her sister had 

done in Corsica; and the place where it was hoped that 

celery would grow later in the year。



He was shown all the Aylesbury ducklings and the row 

of wooden hives where there would have been bees if there 

had not been bee disease。  He was also taken to the end 

of a long lane and shown a distant mound whereon local 

tradition reported that the Danes had once pitched a 

camp。  And when his hostess had to desert him temporarily 

for other duties he would find Evelyn walking solemnly by 

his side。  Evelyn was fourteen and talked chiefly about 

good and evil; and of how much one might accomplish in 

the way of regenerating the world if one was thoroughly 

determined to do one's utmost。  It was generally rather a 

relief when she was displaced by Jack; who was nine years 

old; and talked exclusively about
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