"You've seen Sir Roderick this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did he seem?"
"A trifle feverish, sir."
"Feverish?"
"A little emotional, sir. He expressed a strong desire to meet you,
sir."
"What would you advise?"
"If you were to slip out by the back entrance, sir, it would be
possible for you to make your way across the field without being
observed and reach the village, where you could hire an automobile to
take you to London. I could bring on your effects later in your own
car."
"But London, Jeeves? Is any man safe? My aunt Agatha is in London."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then?"
He regarded me for a moment with a fathomless eye.
"I think the best plan, sir, would be for you to leave England, which
is not pleasant at this time of the year, for some little while. I
would not take the liberty of dictating your movements, sir, but, as
you already have accommodation engaged on the Blue Train for Monte
Carlo for the day after to-morrow----"
"But you cancelled the booking?"
"No, sir."
"I told you to."
"Yes, sir. It was remiss of me, but the matter slipped my mind."
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right, Jeeves. Monte Carlo, ho, then."
"Very good, sir."
"It's lucky, as things have turned out, that you forgot to cancel that
booking."
"Very fortunate indeed, sir. If you will wait here, sir, I will return
to your room and procure a suit of clothes."