"Hi!" I shouted. "I say! Hi! Half a minute! Hi! Ho! Hi! Just a second,
if you don't mind."
The car reached me and slowed up. A voice spoke.
"Is that you, Bertie?"
"Hullo, Bingo! Is that you? I say, Bingo, we've broken down."
Bingo hopped out. "Give us five minutes, Jeeves," he said, "and then
drive slowly on."
"Very good, sir."
Bingo joined me.
"We aren't going to walk, are we?" I asked. "Where's the sense?"
"Yes, walk, laddie," said Bingo, "and warily withal. I want to make
sure of something. Bertie, how were things when you left? Hotting up?"
"A trifle."
"You observed symptoms of a row, a quarrel, a parting of brass rags
between Rosie and the Pyke?"
"There did seem a certain liveliness."
"Tell me."