“Preparing a proper whiskey and soda requires some experience.” “Perhaps I had better show him,” I said, rising in my turn. He had not spoken a word since his arrival, and I wondered if he might be mute. His ears were large and malformed, and his nose had a decided bend. With his stocky frame and coarse features, Raimond resembled a pugilist more than a trained manservant. He gestured to the young man who stood stiffly at attention behind his chair and pantomimed the filling of glasses. “Raimond will serve us,” Wintergreen said. “I observe, my dear Peabody, that your own glass is empty,” replied Emerson, starting to rise.
“Emerson, I believe Professor Wintergreen would like another glass of whiskey.” I could hear howls of protest in the distance. The Great Cat of Re usually had the run of the house, and he did not take kindly to being incarcerated. Having an ailurophobe for a guest was a confounded nuisance. “It is no trouble at all,” I replied, hoping I was not mistaken. “So kind,” the old man murmured, gazing forlornly into his empty glass. Even so, Wintergreen kept looking from side to side, as if expecting to see the cat staring at him from under the settee.
Fatima must have shut him up somewhere, for he had not turned up since. He headed straight for Wintergreen and had to be forcibly removed by Fatima, our dedicated housekeeper. Professor Wintergreen’s scream must have increased his interest, or perhaps it was simply the natural instinct of felines to seek out those who least appreciate them. As befitted his name, the Great Cat of Re was a large and imposing animal. While we sat over luncheon, the Great Cat of Re had wandered in, his plumy tail waving, and the mere sight of the animal had prompted a high-pitched shriek from Wintergreen. That he was in a highly nervous state had been apparent from the first. But I did not like the idea of having so frail an old gentleman so far away. They were visiting friends in Cairo, so the house was empty. After my first look at him I had revised my plan of offering him the suite of rooms normally occupied by our ward, Sennia, who was away at school, or the house nearby, which belonged to our son, Ramses, and his family. Wintergreen and his manservant had arrived only that morning, on the train from Cairo. Emerson’s thick black hair, scarcely touched with white, his stalwart frame, and his flashing blue eyes contrasted painfully with the withered face and scanty white locks of the Swiss professor. He holds nothing back! Perhaps that is what keeps him looking so young and healthy.” “My dear Frau Professor Emerson, I have heard far worse language from your distinguished husband. My esteemed spouse, the greatest Egyptologist of this or any other era, raised his formidable eyebrows and said, in his bluff manner, “Balderdash, Wintergreen! Curse it, you are only a few years older than I, and I have every intention of living to be a hundred.” “And to your kindness in taking me into your home for my last visit to Egypt.” “A toast to you, my friends,” he continued, raising his glass of whiskey in salute.
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