"Thos. in person."
"Walked six miles to get you a paper?"
"Six miles and a bit."
"The young hound!"
"A blighter, beyond question."
"Good heavens, Bertie, do you realize that he may go on doing these
Acts of Kindness daily--perhaps twice a day? Is there no way of
stopping him?"
"None that I can think of. No, Aunt Dahlia, I must confess it. Bertram
is baffled. There is only one thing to do. We must send for Jeeves."
"And about time," said the relative churlishly. "He ought to have been
here from the start. Wire him this morning."
* * * * *
There is good stuff in Jeeves. His heart is in the right place. The
acid test does not find him wanting. Many men in his position, summoned
back by telegram in the middle of their annual vacation, might have cut
up rough a bit. But not Jeeves. On the following afternoon in he blew,
looking fit, and I gave him the scenario without delay.
"So there you have it, Jeeves," I said, having sketched out the facts.
"The problem is one that will exercise your intelligence to the utmost.
Rest now, and to-night, after a light repast, get down to it.
"Is there any particular stimulating food or beverage you would like
for dinner? Anything that you feel would give the old brain just that
extra fillip? If so, name it."
"Thank you very much, sir, but I have already hit upon a plan which
should, I fancy, prove effective."