"We've been summoned." said Samantha, tugging on the sleeves of my sailor suit.
"Why?" I replied petulantly.
"Bertie, please do try to act a grown-up. It must have something to do with Father."
At that, I straightened my back, remembering Father's instructions on how Woosters faced bad news and danger. Bertram would not disappoint. Unfortunately, my lip seemed not to have received it's marching order, for it was wobbling with full force as we entered Mother's parlor.