Much Obliged, Jeeves

weakened and let him off.’
    ‘Mistaken kindness.’
    ‘So I thought.’
    The camera chap didn’t comment further on this, though he was probably thinking that of all the soppy families introduced to his notice the Bassetts took the biscuit.
    ‘Well, I’m very much obliged to you,’ he said, ‘for telling me about this man Wooster and putting me on my guard. I’ve brought a very valuable bit of old silver with me. I am hoping to sell it to Mr. Travers. If Wooster learns of this, he is bound to try to purloin it, and I can tell you, that if he does and I catch him, there will be none of this nonsense of a single night in gaol. He will get the stiffest sentence the law can provide. And now, how about a quick game of billiards before dinner? My doctor advises a little gentle exercise.’
    ‘I should enjoy it.’
    ‘Then let us be getting along.’
    Having given them time to remove themselves, I went in and sank down on a sofa. I was profoundly stirred, for if you think fellows enjoy listening to the sort of thing Spode had been saying about me, you’re wrong. My pulse was rapid and my brow wet with honest sweat, like the village blacksmith’s. I was badly in need of alcoholic refreshment, and just as my tongue was beginning to stick out and blacken at the roots, shiver my timbers if Jeeves didn’t enter left centre with a tray containing all the makings. St. Bernard dogs, you probably know, behave in a similar way in the Alps and are well thought of in consequence.
    Mingled with the ecstasy which the sight of him aroused in my bosom was a certain surprise that he should be acting as cup-bearer. It was a job that should rightly have fallen into the province of Seppings, Aunt Dahlia’s butler.
    ‘Hullo, Jeeves I ‘ I ejaculated.
    ‘Good evening sir. I have unpacked your effects. Can I pour you a whisky and soda?’
    ‘You can indeed. But what are you doing, buttling? This mystifies me greatly. Where’s Seppings?’
    ‘He has retired to bed, sir, with an attack of indigestion consequent upon a too liberal indulgence in Monsieur Anatole’s cooking at lunch. I am undertaking his duties for the time being.’
    ‘Very white of you, and very white of you to pop up at this particular moment. I have had a shock, Jeeves.’
    ‘I am sorry to hear that, sir.’
    ‘Did you know Spode was here?’
    ‘Yes, sir.’
    ‘And Miss Bassett?’
    ‘Yes, sir.’
    ‘We might as well be at Totleigh Towers.’
    ‘I can appreciate your dismay, sir, but fellow guests are easily avoided.’
    ‘Yes, and if you avoid them, what do they do? They go about telling men in Panama hats you’re a sort of cross between Raffles and one of those fellows who pinch bags at railway stations,’ I said, and in a few crisp words I gave him a resume of Spode’s remarks.
    ‘Most disturbing, sir.’
    ‘Very. You know and I know how sound my motives were for everything I did at Totleigh, but what if Spode tells Aunt Agatha?’
    ‘An unlikely contingency, sir.’
    ‘I suppose it is.’
    ‘But I know just how you feel, sir. Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something, nothing; ‘twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he who filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.’
    ‘Neat, that. Your own?’
    ‘No, sir. Shakespeare’s.’
    ‘Shakespeare said some rather good things.’
    ‘I understand that he has given uniform satisfaction, sir. Shall I mix you another?’
    ‘Do just that thing, Jeeves, and with all convenient speed.’ He had completed his St. Bernard act and withdrawn, and I was sipping my second rather more slowly than the first, when the door opened and Aunt Dahlia bounded in, all joviality and rosy complexion.

CHAPTER Six

    I never see this relative without thinking how odd it is that one sister — call her Sister A can be so unlike another sister, whom we will call Sister B. My Aunt Agatha, for instance, is tall and thin and looks rather like a vulture in the Gobi desert, while Aunt Dahlia is short and solid, like a scrum half in the game of Rugby football. In disposition, too, they differ widely. Aunt Agatha is cold and haughty, though presumably unbending a bit when conducting human sacrifices at the time of the full moon, as she is widely rumoured to do, and her attitude towards me has always been that of an austere governess, causing me to feel as if I were six years old and she had just caught me stealing jam from the jam cupboard;