An Adventurer's Mate

A blog of adventure, tales of daring, and all the thrills and spills of my life!

Thursday, May 19, 2005

A Bet Is Made

"Walter, pack your things, we are going to the Americas!"

This was the phrase that Deadfast greeted me with yesterday morning as he stumbled into the kitchen.
I handed him his dressing gown (even though we were an "open" house, I didn't want the maid seeing him in all his morning glory...) and a bowl of cereal, and sat him down at the table.

"Why is this?"

"A-ha, lad!" he exclaimed, toppling backwards off of his chair and flinging cornflakes everywhere. "Lord Hellthwaite has set us a challenge!"

"A challenge?"

"Yes, in the shape of a bet!"

"Wonderful." The last bet that these two had made had ended with Hellthwaite riding upon one of the stone lions at Trafalgar Square, naked except for a bowler hat. "I'll get the bribe money out now, shall I?"

"Oh no," he grinned, plonking himself on a chair. "This is a good one... we're on a search to find his daughter!"

"Oh, no!"

"Oh yes!"

"Oh, great."
Lord Hellthwaite was a man born into money, but he had doubled his family fortunes with a shrewd property deal in the early 60s. His daughter, Mary, was born at the end of the 70s (for a while, Lord and Lady Hellthwaite had dabbled with punk fashion... a disaster that ended up with safety-pin sin their condom drawer. Don't ask!), and had, for want of a better word, wasted her life.
She was, I guess, what you'd call an "IT" girl... you know the type; always attending parties, getting drunk and doing very little else except spending the family fortune.
Well, I'd heard recently that she'd hooked-up with some musician wannabe, and this hadn't gone down too well with her father.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, woman?!" was, I think, the phrase he most used when the two conversed.
Anyway, after one-too-many arguments, young Mary had stuck two-fingers up at her father and the establishment, and had fled the family home.
This was, of course, an embarrassment to the Hellthwaite name, and so... we were roped in to find her thanks to Deadfast and a bottle of Tequilla.

"Get your things, lad, we've work to do!" he yelled, and leapt out of his seat and ran off to his room. I heard him shout over his shoulder; "Get on the phone and find her for me!"

So, I spent the most part of yesterday making frantic phonecalls to the few contacts I have.
It turns out, according to the editor of a top-shelf magazine, that she was seen boarding a plane to New York.
A few minutes later, I had booked us a flight and a hotel.

That's why I'm sitting here in NYC typing this in my hotel room.
Deadfast, for his part, is downstairs in the hotel bar, playing the piano and trying to get some rich socialite to buy him a drink. I don't think it's working; I've recieved two text messages already, both of which said "Walter, it's your round".
For the record, I've never seen him buy a drink, and I've known him for ten years.

I'm off downstairs now; I've arranged a meeting with a friend of Mary. Hopefully, he'll push us in the right direction.
I'll fill you all in later on.

-Walter


PS.
"How is this a bet?" you ask?
Well, it turns out that Deadfast somehow managed to persuade Lord Hellthwaite to buy him holiday home in Hawaii if we find his daughter.
The Lord has more property than he knows what to do with, so I don't think he'll miss one.
And, for his part, if he loses, Deadfast must walk naked down New Oxford Street in nothing but a bow tie.
I think it's a private school thing.
I find it best not to ask.

Adieu.

7 Comments:

At 3:18 pm, Blogger katehopeeden said...

Hey,
Need content to go with that title mister.
~K

 
At 3:50 pm, Blogger Walter said...

Yes, sorry about that.
The hotel internet connection was very ropey.

 
At 8:48 pm, Blogger katehopeeden said...

Hey, if you wouldn't mind, could you send me your email address?
mine is katehopeeden@hotmail.com
Thanks! Hope you are enjoying NY
~K

 
At 3:45 pm, Blogger Walter said...

Email address?
Why on Earth would you want that?
Do you intend to send me abuse through email?

I can be fond of abuse, depending on the kind...

 
At 6:16 pm, Blogger katehopeeden said...

"Do you intend to send me abuse through email? I can be fond of abuse, depending on the kind..."
How would one abuse another via email??
That wasn't my intention of course...
~K

 
At 9:53 pm, Blogger LMB said...

Tally-ho!! I love a good adventure! I am sitting here in my lederhosen, kaiser helmet, with monicle and cigar holder waiting to read every word of your ripping yarn!!

 
At 9:34 am, Blogger Walter said...

Ah, yes.
Ripping yarns, indeed.

I'm glad you appreciate my... yarns of rippage.

 

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