We Woosters are not very strong in the head, particularly at breakfast
time; and I was conscious of a dull ache between the eyebrows.
"What does it mean, Jeeves?"
"I could not say, sir."
"It says 'come here.' Where's 'here'?"
"You will notice that the message was handed in at Woollam Chersey,
sir."
"You're absolutely right. At Woollam, as you very cleverly spotted,
Chersey. This tells us something, Jeeves."
"What, sir?"
"I don't know. It couldn't be from my aunt Agatha, do you think?"
"Hardly, sir."
"No, you're right again. Then all we can say is that some person
unknown, resident at Woollam Chersey, considers it absolutely vital for
me to meet perfect strangers. But why should I meet perfect strangers,
Jeeves?"
"I could not say, sir."
"And yet, looking at it from another angle, why shouldn't I?"
"Precisely, sir."
"Then what it comes to is that the thing is a mystery which time alone
can solve. We must wait and see, Jeeves."
"The very expression I was about to employ, sir."
* * * * *
I hit Woollam Chersey at about four o'clock: and found Aunt Agatha
in her lair, writing letters. And, from what I know of her, probably
offensive letters, with nasty postscripts. She regarded me with not a
fearful lot of joy.
"Oh, there you are, Bertie."
"Yes, here I am."
"There's a smut on your nose."