"All the way home?"
"Yes, sir."
"In this hot sunshine?"
"Yes, sir."
"But was he not very heavy?"
"He was a little, sir," said Thos., uncorking the saintlike once more.
"But it would have hurt him awfully to walk."
I pushed off. I had had enough. If ever a septuagenarian looked on the
point of handing out another bonus, that septuagenarian was old Mr.
Anstruther. I withdrew, and found Jeeves in my bedroom.