Flashman In The Great Game

Flashman in the Great GamePart one of a new adventure satireHere I was in the summer of '56, safely content on half pay as a staff colonel, with not so much as a sniff of war in sight, except the Persian farce, and that didn't matter. I was comfortably settled with Elspeth and little Havvy (the first fruit of our union, a guzzling lout of seven) in a fine house off Berkeley Square which Elspeth's inheritance maintained in lavish style, dropping by occasionally at the Horse Guards, leading the so...