Jeeves in the offing

'What's the matter?' I said.

'I'll tell you what's the matter,' he said.

'Yes, do,' I said, and he did.

'Bertie,' he said, taking a third one. 'I think you will understand that when I read that announcement in The Times I was utterly bowled over?'

'Oh quite. Perfectly natural.'

'My head swam, and �'

'Yes, you told me. Everything went black.'

'I wish it had stayed black,' he said bitterly, 'but it didn't. After awhile the mists cleared, and I sat there seething with fury. And after I had seethed for a bit I rose from my chair, took pen in hand and wrote Bobbie a stinker.'

'Oh, gosh!'

'I put my whole soul into it.'

'Oh, golly!'

'I accused her in set terms of giving me the heave-ho in order that she could mercenarily marry a richer man. I called her a carrot-topped Jezebel whom I was thankful to have got out of my hair. I� Oh, I can't remember what else I said but, as I say, it was a stinker.'

'But you never mentioned a word about this when I met you.'

'In the ecstasy of learning that that Times thing was just a ruse and that she loved me still it passed completely from my mind. When it suddenly came back to me just now, it was like getting hit in the eye with a wet fish. I reeled.'

'Squealed?'

'Reeled. I felt absolutely boneless. But I had enough strength to stagger to the telephone. I rang up Skeldings Hall and was informed that she had just arrived.'

'She must have driven like an inebriated racing motorist.'

'No doubt she did. Girls will be girls. Anyway, she was there. She told me with a merry lilt in her voice that she had found a letter from me on the hall table and could hardly wait to open it. In a shaking voice I told her not to.'

'So you were in time.'

'In time, my foot! Bertie, you're a man of the world. You've known a good many members of the other sex in your day. What does a girl do when she is told not to open a letter?'

I got his drift.

'Opens it?'

'Exactly. I heard the envelope rip, and the next moment� No, I'd rather not think of it.'

'She took umbrage?'

'Yes, and she also took my head off. I don't know if you have ever been in a typhoon on the Indian Ocean.'

'No, I've never visited those parts.'

'Nor have I, but from what people tell me what ensued must have been very like being in one. She spoke for perhaps five minutes �'

'By Shrewsbury clock.'

'What?'

'Nothing. What did she say?'

'I can't repeat it all, and wouldn't if I could.'

'And what did you say?'

'I couldn't get a word in edgeways.'

'One can't sometimes.'

'Women talk so damn quick.'

'How well I know it! And what was the final score?'

'She said she was thankful that I was glad to have got her out of my hair, because she was immensely relieved to have got me out of hers, and that I had made her very happy because now she was free to marry you, which had always been her dearest wish.'

In this hair-raiser of Ma Cream's which I had been perusing there was a chap of the name of Scarface McColl, a gangster of sorts, who, climbing into the old car one morning and twiddling the starting key, went up in fragments owing to a business competitor having inserted a bomb in his engine, and I had speculated for a moment, while reading, as to how he must have felt. I knew now. Just as he had done, I rose. I sprang to the door, and Kipper raised an eyebrow.

'Am I boring you?' he said rather stiffly.

'No, no. But I must go and get my car.'

'You going for a ride?'

'Yes.'

'But it's nearly dinner-time.'

'I don't want any dinner.'

'Where are you going?'

'Herne Bay.'

'Why Herne Bay?'

'Because Jeeves is there, and this thing must be placed in his hands without a moment's delay.'

'What can Jeeves do?'

'That,' I said, 'I cannot say, but he will do something. If he has been eating plenty of fish, as no doubt he would at a seashore resort, his brain will be at the top of its form, and when Jeeves's brain is at the top of its form, all you have to do is press a button and stand out of the way while he takes charge.'

11

It's considerably more than a step from Brinkley Court to Herne Bay, the one being in the middle of Worcestershire and the other on the coast of Kent, and even under the best of conditions you don't expect to do the trip in a flash. On the present occasion, held up by the Arab steed getting taken with a fit of the vapours and having to be towed to a garage for medical treatment, I didn't fetch up at journey's end till well past midnight. And when I rolled round to Jeeves's address on the morrow, I was informed that he had gone out early and they didn't know when he would be back. Leaving word for him to ring me at the Drones, I returned to the metropolis and was having the pre-dinner keg of nails in the smoking-room when his call came through.

'Mr Wooster? Good evening, sir. This is Jeeves.'

'And not a moment too soon,' I said, speaking with the emotion of a lost lamb which after long separation from the parent sheep finally manages to spot it across the meadow. 'Where have you been all this time?'

'I had an appointment to lunch with a friend at Folkestone, sir, and while there was persuaded to extend my visit in order to judge a seaside bathing belles contest.'

'No, really? You do live, don't you?'

'Yes, sir.'

'How did it go off?'

'Quite satisfactorily, sir, thank you.'

'Who won?'

'A Miss Marlene Higgins of Brixton, sir, with Miss Lana Brown of Tulse Hill and Miss Marilyn Bunting of Penge honourably mentioned. All most attractive young ladies.'

'Shapely?'

'Extremely so.'

'Well, let me tell you, Jeeves, and you can paste this in your hat, shapeliness isn't everything in this world. In fact, it sometimes seems to me that the more curved and lissome the members of the opposite sex, the more likely they are to set Hell's foundations quivering. I'm sorely beset, Jeeves. Do you recall telling me once about someone who told somebody he could tell him something which would make him think a bit? Knitted socks and porcupines entered into it, I remember.'

'I think you may be referring to the ghost of the father of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, sir. Addressing his son, he said �I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand on end like quills upon the fretful porpentine."'

'That's right. Locks, of course, not socks. Odd that he should have said porpentine when he meant porcupine. Slip of the tongue, no doubt, as so often happens with ghosts. Well, he had nothing on me, Jeeves. It's a tale of that precise nature that I am about to unfold. Are you listening?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Then hold on to your hat and don't miss a word.'

When I had finished unfolding, he said, 'I can readily appreciate your concern, sir. The situation, as you say, is one fraught with anxiety,' which is pitching it strong for Jeeves, he as a rule coming through with a mere 'Most disturbing, sir.'

'I will come to Brinkley Court immediately, sir.'

'Will you really? I hate to interrupt your holiday.'

'Not at all, sir.'

'You can resume it later.'

'Certainly, sir, if that is convenient to you.'

'But now �'

'Precisely sir. Now, if I may borrow a familiar phrase �'

' � is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party?'

'The very words I was about to employ, sir. I will call at the apartment at as early an hour tomorrow as is possible.'

'And we'll drive down together. Right,' I said, and went off to my simple but wholesome dinner.