Cloob from Glasgow

Начало книги

The matter of receiving a trans-Atlantic phone call created such furor in the MacLendon household in Hart’s Point, Connecticut, that after it was over and Duncan MacLendon hung up the phone, it seemed a pity that he was unable to tell May and the kids what it was all about.

“Thought the old boy had died a long time ago,” he said, replacing the phone.

“What old boy? Where?” May and the kids demanded.

“My great uncle in Glasgow, Angus Campbell. Good Lord, he must be well over ninety. Poor old boy sounded pretty thin over the phone.”

“But what did he want?” May demanded, with an air of struggling to achieve calm.

“Darned if I know. Something about a cloob. Couldn’t make it out.”

“A cloob?” the kids asked in unison. The word fascinated them. They marched around the house chanting “Cloob, cloob, cloob,” until forcibly restrained.

“It seems to me,” May said later, “that when somebody goes to the expense of a trans-Atlantic phone call, the least you could do is understand what—”

Читать дальше →