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Chapter Six
As I gasped for the good old air, I pondered my letter, and worried about the bit that was making for a prolonged stay under Olivia's sofa. Emily who? And where was I supposed to meet this girl? All very rummy.
I decided it was best that I scarper for the flat, and get Jeeves to tell everyone I wasn't receiving, or better yet, that I was elsewhere.
I hailed a passing cab, and started for home sweet home.
When I got in, Jeeves guessed straight away what I required. He disappeared and reappeared again in thirty seconds, in the wake of a good whiskey and s.
"I say, Jeeves!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you put any soda in this?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well next time I return from that blasted house, you can conveniently forget it."
"Yes, sir."
And he drifted out. I sipped the beverage, and relaxed back in the chair. A sudden thought came to me.
"Jeeves!"
He flowed silently in.
"What happened about those things you were writing about me?"
"Sir?" "You know, for your club book?"
"Oh, 'those', sir."
"Well?"
"Sir?"
"Don't just stand there, saying 'sir'! What of them? You seem furtive."
"I must confess sir, that I seem to have misplaced them."
Yet again, I leapt from a sitting position. It was becoming a habit.
"Lost them, you mean?"
"It would seem so, sir."
"No other possibility?"
"Well, yes sir, there is. I did not like to mention it, as it was taking a liberty, but I had my niece round for a short talk, sir."
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir. I fancy that she might have taken the papers in question; along with the ones I gave her. They were letters for post, sir, to my cousins."
"But dash it, why would she take them?"
"By mistake, I believe, sir."
I sighed deeply. This wasn't what one would call good. Although we had located the offending items, I didn't like the idea of Jeeves' niece reading about all the daft, silly things I had done in my career.
Chapter Six
As I gasped for the good old air, I pondered my letter, and worried about the bit that was making for a prolonged stay under Olivia's sofa. Emily who? And where was I supposed to meet this girl? All very rummy.
I decided it was best that I scarper for the flat, and get Jeeves to tell everyone I wasn't receiving, or better yet, that I was elsewhere.
I hailed a passing cab, and started for home sweet home.
When I got in, Jeeves guessed straight away what I required. He disappeared and reappeared again in thirty seconds, in the wake of a good whiskey and s.
"I say, Jeeves!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you put any soda in this?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well next time I return from that blasted house, you can conveniently forget it."
"Yes, sir."
And he drifted out. I sipped the beverage, and relaxed back in the chair. A sudden thought came to me.
"Jeeves!"
He flowed silently in.
"What happened about those things you were writing about me?"
"Sir?" "You know, for your club book?"
"Oh, 'those', sir."
"Well?"
"Sir?"
"Don't just stand there, saying 'sir'! What of them? You seem furtive."
"I must confess sir, that I seem to have misplaced them."
Yet again, I leapt from a sitting position. It was becoming a habit.
"Lost them, you mean?"
"It would seem so, sir."
"No other possibility?"
"Well, yes sir, there is. I did not like to mention it, as it was taking a liberty, but I had my niece round for a short talk, sir."
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir. I fancy that she might have taken the papers in question; along with the ones I gave her. They were letters for post, sir, to my cousins."
"But dash it, why would she take them?"
"By mistake, I believe, sir."
I sighed deeply. This wasn't what one would call good. Although we had located the offending items, I didn't like the idea of Jeeves' niece reading about all the daft, silly things I had done in my career.