I just had someone at the door selling me stuff, like dusters and polish, which gave me an idea…
Thursday am. A morn, in which I was not keen to be disturbed, as I had, late last night, discovered who did it, in The Mystery Of The Ferocious Fishermonger, by Rex West, and was shocked and horrified by the outcome- thinking it was the Butler, when it was, in fact the Cook!
Still mulling over my loss of detective ability, I motioned to Jeeves to answer the door when it rang. The doorbell, that is, not the actual door...
A few moments later, Jeeves came back into the sitting room with an array of dusters and brushes. I gave him the look of confusement.
"A salesman, Sir. I had the need for such items beforehand, and, even though they are a fairly low price, Sir, they are well made."
I brushed it away
"Very good, very good. Whatever you think is best"
Five minutes had not been allowed to pass when the doorbell was rung for a second time.
"Another Salesman, Sir, selling more household necessities"
"Another salesman, Jeeves, another salesman?! How many salesman are there here at this time of day?"
"I really couldn't say, Sir"
"Well, hopefully that's the last of them. A gin and tonic please, Jeeves."
I settled back down into the armchair and gratefully relived Jeeves of the beverage in question.
Barely had the first sip of liquid been consumed when there was yet another tring from the doorbell polluted the air.
"Oh, Jeeves can't we have a moments peace? No, no, you stay there, Ill talk to the scoundrel myself"
I sprang off my armchair, resolute to give this darned salesman a few things to think about, and answered the door
"Now look here, we've bought two dusters, a pair of oven gloves and a goldfish bowl, go out and find a decent job instead of pestering us eh? Eh?"
"Errr, sorry Sir" came an apprehensive voice "Post for Mr. Wooster"