"I fancy she was a little upset, sir, at the reception accorded her
singing."
"Great Scott! Don't tell me she got the bird, too?"
"Yes, sir."
"But why? She's got a red-hot voice."
"Yes, sir. But I think the audience resented her choice of a song."
"Jeeves!" Reason was beginning to do a bit of tottering on its throne.
"You aren't going to stand there and tell me that Miss Bellinger sang
'Sonny Boy,' too!"
"Yes, sir. And--mistakenly, in my opinion--brought a large doll onto
the platform to sing it to. The audience affected to mistake it for a
ventriloquist's dummy, and there was some little disturbance."
"But Jeeves, what a coincidence!"
"Not altogether, sir. I ventured to take the liberty of accosting
Miss Bellinger on her arrival at the hall and recalling myself to her
recollection. I then said that Mr. Glossop had asked me to request
her that as a particular favour to him--the song being a favourite of
his--she would sing 'Sonny Boy.'
"And when she found that you and Mr. Glossop had also sung the song
immediately before her, I rather fancy that she supposed that she had
been made the victim of a practical pleasantry by Mr. Glossop. Will
there be anything further, sir?"
"No, thanks."
"Good-night, sir."
"Good-night, Jeeves," I said reverently.