89. Ink
As Mr. Wooster entered I found myself regretting that I ever let him leave. "Oh sir."
"Don't make noises like that Jeeves. It is clear now. Is it clear to you?"
"No sir." Tentatively, I moved to take his ruined clothes.
"It is clear," he continued, "that children are the little valets and valetas of the devil."
"I do not believe 'valeta' is a word-"
"A pack of them attacked - out of nowhere!"
"What did they do sir?"
He slumped, dripping on the carpet.
"There were 99 bottles of ink on the wall Jeeves, now they're on Bertram Wooster."