'What do you suggest, Jeeves?' I said.
Jeeves cleared his throat respectfully.
'The crux of the matter would appear to be, sir, that Mr Todd is
obliged by the conditions under which the money is delivered into
his possession to write Miss Rockmetteller long and detailed letters
relating to his movements, and the only method by which this can
be accomplished, if Mr Todd adheres to his expressed intention of
remaining in the country, is for Mr Todd to induce some second party to
gather the actual experiences which Miss Rockmetteller wishes reported
to her, and to convey these to him in the shape of a careful report, on
which it would be possible for him, with the aid of his imagination, to
base the suggested correspondence.'
Having got which off the old diaphragm, Jeeves was silent. Rocky looked
at me in a helpless sort of way. He hasn't been brought up on Jeeves as
I have, and he isn't on to his curves.
'Could he put it a little clearer, Bertie?' he said. 'I thought at the
start it was going to make sense, but it kind of flickered. What's the
idea?'
'My dear old man, perfectly simple. I knew we could stand on Jeeves.
All you've got to do is to get somebody to go round the town for you
and take a few notes, and then you work the notes up into letters.
That's it, isn't it, Jeeves?'
'Precisely, sir.'
The light of hope gleamed in Rocky's eyes. He looked at Jeeves in a
startled way, dazed by the man's vast intellect.
'But who would do it?' he said. 'It would have to be a pretty smart
sort of man, a man who would notice things.'
'Jeeves!' I said. 'Let Jeeves do it.'
'But would he?'
'You would do it, wouldn't you, Jeeves?'
For the first time in our long connexion I observed Jeeves almost
smile. The corner of his mouth curved quite a quarter of an inch, and
for a moment his eye ceased to look like a meditative fish's.
'I should be delighted to oblige, sir. As a matter of fact, I have
already visited some of New York's places of interest on my evening
out, and it would be most enjoyable to make a practice of the pursuit.'
'Fine! I know exactly what your aunt wants to hear about, Rocky. She
wants an earful of cabaret stuff. The place you ought to go to first,
Jeeves, is Reigelheimer's. It's on Forty-second Street. Anybody will
show you the way.'
Jeeves shook his head.
'Pardon me, sir. People are no longer going to Reigelheimer's. The
place at the moment is Frolics on the Roof.'
'You see?' I said to Rocky. 'Leave it to Jeeves. He knows.'
* * * * *
It isn't often that you find an entire group of your fellow-humans
happy in this world; but our little circle was certainly an example of
the fact that it can be done. We were all full of beans. Everything
went absolutely right from the start.
Jeeves was happy, partly because he loves to exercise his giant brain,
and partly because he was having a corking time among the bright
lights. I saw him one night at the Midnight Revels. He was sitting at a
table on the edge of the dancing floor, doing himself remarkably well
with a fat cigar. His face wore an expression of austere benevolence,
and he was making notes in a small book.
As for the rest of us, I was feeling pretty good, because I was fond
of old Rocky and glad to be able to do him a good turn. Rocky was
perfectly contented, because he was still able to sit on fences in his
pyjamas and watch worms. And, as for the aunt, she seemed tickled to
death. She was getting Broadway at pretty long range, but it seemed to
be hitting her just right. I read one of her letters to Rocky, and it
was full of life.
But then Rocky's letters, based on Jeeves's notes, were enough to
buck anybody up. It was rummy when you came to think of it. There was
I, loving the life, while the mere mention of it gave Rocky a tired
feeling; yet here is a letter I wrote home to a pal of mine in London:
Dear Freddie,
Well, here I am in New York. It's not a bad place. I'm not having a
bad time. Everything's not bad. The cabarets aren't bad. Don't know
when I shall be back. How's everybody? Cheerio!
Yours,
Bertie.
P.S.--Seen old Ted lately?
Not that I cared about old Ted; but if I hadn't dragged him in I
couldn't have got the confounded thing on to the second page.
Now here's old Rocky on exactly the same subject:
Dearest Aunt Isabel,
How can I ever thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to
live in this astounding city! New York seems more wonderful every
day.
Fifth Avenue is at its best, of course, just now. The dresses are
magnificent!
Wads of stuff about the dresses. I didn't know Jeeves was such an
authority.
I was out with some of the crowd at the Midnight Revels the other
night. We took in a show first, after a little dinner at a new place
on Forty-third Street. We were quite a gay party. Georgie Cohan
looked in about midnight and got off a good story about Willie
Collier. Fred Stone could only stay a minute, but Doug. Fairbanks
did all sorts of stunts and made us roar. Ed Wynn was there, and
Laurette Taylor showed up with a party. The show at the Revels is
quite good. I am enclosing a programme.