Travels with my aunt / Путешествие с тетушкой. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“Of course not. Nor in their drawing-rooms either. I did all business at the bank.”

“Perhaps in Southwood you didn’t have any very distinguished clients.”

“You are quite wrong,” I said and I told her about the unbearable rear-admiral and my friend Sir Alfred Keene.

“Or any really confidential business.”

“Nothing certainly which could not be discussed in my office at the bank.”

“You were not bugged, I suppose, in the suburbs.”

The man who came to see her was not my idea of a banker at all. He was tall and elegant with black sideburns and he would have fitted very well into a matador’s uniform. My aunt asked me to bring her the red suitcase, and I then left them alone, but looking back from the doorway I saw that the lid was already open and the case seemed to be stacked with ten-pound notes.

I sat down in my bedroom and read a copy of Punch[92 - Punch – «Панч», британский еженедельный журнал, известен своими юмористическими рассказами и иллюстрациями; выходил с 1841 по 2002 г.] to reassure myself. The sight of all the smuggled money had been a shock, and the suitcase was one of those fibre ones which are as vulnerable as cardboard. It is true that no experienced loader at Heathrow would have expected it to contain a small fortune, but surely it was the height of rashness to trust in a bluff which depended for its success on the experience of a thief. She might easily have tumbled on a novice.

My aunt had obviously spent many years abroad and this had affected her character as well as her morality. I couldn’t really judge her as I would an ordinary Englishwoman, and I comforted myself, as I read Punch, that the English character was unchangeable. True, Punch once passed through a distressing period, when even Winston Churchill was a subject of mockery, but the good sense of the proprietors and of the advertisers drew it safely back into the old paths. Even the admiral had begun to subscribe again, and the editor had, quite correctly in my opinion, been relegated to television, which is at its best a vulgar medium. If the ten-pound notes, I thought, were tied in bundles of twenty, there could easily be as much as three thousand pounds in the suitcase, or even six, for surely bundles of forty would not be too thick… Then I remembered the case was a Revelation. Twelve thousand was not an impossible total. I felt a little comforted by that idea. Smuggling on such a large scale seemed more like a business coup than a crime.