The Kalahari Typing School for Men (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, Book 4)
Alexander McCall Smith
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THE NO. 1 LADIES’ DETECTIVE AGENCY - Book 4
Fans around the world adore the best-selling No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series and its proprietor, Precious Ramotswe, Botswana’s premier lady detective. In this charming series, Mma Ramotswe—with help from her loyal associate, Grace Makutsi—navigates her cases and her personal life with wisdom, good humor, and the occasional cup of tea.
Mma Precious Ramotswe is content. Her business is well established with many satisfied customers, and in her mid-thirties (“the finest age to be”) she has a house, two adopted children, a fine fiancé. But, as always, there are troubles. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni has not set the date for their marriage. Her able assistant, Mma Makutsi, wants a husband. And worse, a rival detective agency has opened in town—an agency that does not have the gentle approach to business that Mma Ramotswe’s does. But, of course, Precious will manage these things, as she always does, with her uncanny insight and her good heart.
Buthelezi, they lowered themselves gingerly onto the shiny new chairs in front of his desk. “Buthelezi is a famous name,” said Mma Ramotswe. “Are you of the same family as he is?” Mr. Buthelezi laughed. “Or might one say, is he of the same family as I am? Ha, ha!” Mma Ramotswe waited a moment. “Well, is he?” she asked. Mr. Buthelezi reached for a packet of cigarettes on his desk and extracted one. “Many people are called Buthelezi,” he said. “And many people are not. People are
unimaginable levels. All this had enabled Mma Ramotswe to buy the house in Zebra Drive and to set up the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. That was why Mma Ramotswe was the owner and she was the employee, and nothing, it seemed, would change that. Of course, she could marry a man with money, but what man with money would even look at her when there were all those glamorous girls around? Really, it was all very bleak. Typewriters! Who had a large supply of old, partly unwork- able
P I N G S C H O O L F O R M E N 1 7 5 hoped that you had been happy, too.” She paused. “I think that you wanted to help her in some way, didn’t you, Rra?” Mr. Molefelo was smiling. “I said that, Mma, and I meant it. I want to give her some money.” “That might not be the best way to do it,” said Mma Ramotswe. “What do you think the husband of this woman would think if she received money from an old boyfriend? He might not like it at all.” “Then what can I do?” “I met her daughter,”
Matekoni. Mma Makutsi was astonished; she had been too busy to have noticed, she remarked in her defence, otherwise she would surely have picked up something like that. Now, after she had spoken discreetly to Charlie, the elder of the two apprentices, she was able to confirm Mma Ramotswe’s suspicions. “You’re right,” she said. “The younger one has heard about the Lord. And he was the one who was by far the worst with the girls—always going on about them, remember—and now there he is,
nothing was said. Then the older one spoke. T H E K A L A H A R I T Y P I N G S C H O O L F O R M E N 2 5 “I do not want to have anything to do with it,” he said. “After work I like to go to see my friends. I do not have time to take people for driving lessons.” Mma Makutsi looked at his friend. “And you?” The younger apprentice smiled back at her. “You are a very clever lady, Mma. I think that this is a good idea.” “There!” said Mma Makutsi, turning to the older apprentice. “You