"The kid is A.W.O.L. They sent her to bed for putting sherbet in the
ink, and in bed they imagine her to have spent the evening. Instead
of which, she was out with me, wolfing the eight-course table-d'hôte
dinner at seven and six and then going on to the Marine Plaza to enjoy
an entertainment on the silver screen. It is our task to get her back
into the house without anyone knowing. I may mention, Jeeves, that the
school in which this young excrescence is serving her sentence is the
one run by my aunt Agatha's old friend, Miss Mapleton."
"Indeed, sir?"
"A problem, Jeeves, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"In fact, one might say a pretty problem?"
"Undoubtedly, sir. If I might suggest----"
I was expecting this. I raised a hand. "I do not require any
suggestions, Jeeves. I can handle this matter myself."
"I was merely about to propose----"