I read it a couple of times.

"This is rummy, Jeeves!"

"Yes, sir."

"Very rummy and dashed disturbing!"

"Will there be anything further to-night, sir?"

Of course, if he was going to be as bally unsympathetic as that there

was nothing to be done. My idea had been to show him the cable and ask

his advice. But if he was letting those purple socks rankle to that

extent, the good old _noblesse oblige_ of the Woosters couldn't

lower itself to the extent of pleading with the man. Absolutely not. So

I gave it a miss.

"Nothing more, thanks."

"Good night, sir."

"Good night."

He floated away, and I sat down to think the thing over. I had been

directing the best efforts of the old bean to the problem for a matter

of half an hour, when there was a ring at the bell. I went to the door,

and there was Cyril, looking pretty festive.

"I'll come in for a bit if I may," he said. "Got something rather

priceless to tell you."

He curveted past me into the sitting-room, and when I got there after

shutting the front door I found him reading Aunt Agatha's cable and

giggling in a rummy sort of manner. "Oughtn't to have looked at this, I

suppose. Caught sight of my name and read it without thinking. I say,

Wooster, old friend of my youth, this is rather funny. Do you mind if I

have a drink? Thanks awfully and all that sort of rot. Yes, it's rather

funny, considering what I came to tell you. Jolly old Caffyn has given

me a small part in that musical comedy of his, 'Ask Dad.' Only a bit,

you know, but quite tolerably ripe. I'm feeling frightfully braced,

don't you know!"

He drank his drink, and went on. He didn't seem to notice that I wasn't

jumping about the room, yapping with joy.

"You know, I've always wanted to go on the stage, you know," he said.

"But my jolly old guv'nor wouldn't stick it at any price. Put the old

Waukeesi down with a bang, and turned bright purple whenever the

subject was mentioned. That's the real reason why I came over here, if

you want to know. I knew there wasn't a chance of my being able to work

this stage wheeze in London without somebody getting on to it and

tipping off the guv'nor, so I rather brainily sprang the scheme of

popping over to Washington to broaden my mind. There's nobody to

interfere on this side, you see, so I can go right ahead!"

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