"Was it you, Jeeves, who phoned to Miss What's-her-bally-name about the
alleged water spaniel?"
"Yes, sir."
"I thought as much."
"Yes, sir?"
"Yes, Jeeves, the moment Mr. Glossop told me that a Mysterious Voice
had phoned on the subject of Irish water spaniels, I thought as much.
I recognized your touch. I read your motives like an open book. You
knew she would come buzzing up."
"Yes, sir."
"And you knew how Tuppy would react. If there's one thing that gives a
jousting knight the pip, it is to have his audience walk out on him."
"Yes, sir."
"But Jeeves."
"Sir?"
"There's just one point. What will Mr. Glossop say when he finds my
cousin Angela full of beans and not delirious?"
"The point had not escaped me, sir. I took the liberty of ringing Mrs.
Travers up on the telephone and explaining the circumstances. All will
be in readiness for Mr. Glossop's arrival."
"Jeeves," I said, "you think of everything."
"Thank you, sir. In Mr. Glossop's absence would you care to drink this
whisky-and-soda?"