Locked Drawers
Psmith stared at the letter in horrified fascination. His immediate instinct was to crumple it up and burn it, possibly jumping on the ashes for good measure, but he forced himself to walk calmly to a chair and read it through once more. He entertained a vain hope that he had got hold of the wrong end of the stick, which lasted until he reached the line, 'shower your face with burning kisses'. A definite lack of ambiguity there, he decided. He stared at the addressee: Mike Jackson. All he cared about was that it was not signed 'Rupert Psmith'