Much Obliged, Jeeves

angry, just terribly terribly hurt.’
    You’d have thought all this would have rendered Runkle a spent force and a mere shell of his former self, but his eye was not dimmed nor his natural force abated. Turning to the door, he paused there to add a few words.
    ‘I disagree with you, Mrs. Travers, in the view you take of your nephew’s honesty. I prefer to be guided by Lord Sidcup, who assures me that Mr. Wooster invariably steals anything that is not firmly fastened to the floor. It was only by the merest chance, Lord Sidcup tells me, that at their first meeting he did not make away with an umbrella belonging to Sir Watkyn Bassett, and from there he has, as one might put it, gone from strength to strength. Umbrellas, cow creamers, amber statuettes, cameras, all are grist to his mill. I was unfortunately asleep when he crept into my room, and he had plenty of time before I woke to do what he had come for. It was only some minutes after he had slunk out that it occurred to me to look in the top lefthand drawer of my chest of drawers. My suspicions were confirmed. The drawer was empty. He had got away with the swag. But I am a man of action. I have sent your butler to the police station to bring a constable to search Wooster’s room. I, until he arrives, propose to stand outside it, making sure that he does not go in and tamper with the evidence.’
    Having said which in the most unpleasant of vocal deliveries, L. P. Runkle became conspic by his a, and the ancestor spoke with considerable eloquence on the subject of fat slobs of dubious parentage who had the immortal crust to send her butler on errands. I, too, was exercised by the concluding portion of his remarks.
    ‘I don’t like that,’ I said, addressing Jeeves, who during the recent proceedings had been standing in the background giving a lifelike impersonation of somebody who wasn’t there.
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘If the fuzz search my room, I’m sunk.’
    ‘Have no anxiety, sir. A police officer is not permitted to enter private property without authority, nor do the regulations allow him to ask the owner of such property for permission to enter.’
    ‘You’re sure of that? ‘
    ‘Yes, sir.’ Well, that was a crumb of comfort, but it would be deceiving my public if I said that Bertram Wooster was his usual nonchalant self. Too many things had been happening one on top of the other for him to be the carefree boulevardier one likes to see. If I hoped to clarify the various situations which were giving me the pip and erase the dark circles already beginning to form beneath the eyes, it would, I saw, be necessary for me to marshal my thoughts.
    ‘Jeeves,’ I said, leading him from the room. ‘I must marshal my thoughts.’
    ‘Certainly, sir, if you wish.’
    ‘And I can’t possibly do it here with crises turning handsprings on every side. Can you think of a good excuse for me to pop up to London for the night? A few hours alone in the peaceful surroundings of the flat are what I need. I must concentrate, concentrate.’
    ‘But do you require an excuse, sir?’
    ‘It’s better to have one. Aunt Dahlia is on a sticky wicket and would be hurt if I deserted her now unless I had some good reason. I can’t let her down.’
    ‘The sentiment does you credit, sir.’
    ‘Thank you, Jeeves. Can you think of anything?’
    ‘You have been summoned for jury duty, sir.’
    ‘Don’t they let you have a longish notice for that?’
    ‘Yes, sir, but when the post arrived containing the letter from the authorities, I forgot to give it to you, and only delivered it a moment ago. Fortunately it was not too late. Would you be intending to leave immediately?’
    ‘If not sooner. I’ll borrow Ginger’s car.’
    ‘You will miss the debate, sir.’
    ‘The what?’
    ‘The debate between Mr. Winship and his opponent. It takes place tomorrow night.’
    ‘What time?’
    ‘It is scheduled for a quarter to seven.’
    ‘Taking how long?’
    ‘Perhaps an hour.’
    ‘Then expect me back at about seven-thirty. The great thing in life, Jeeves, if we wish to be happy and prosperous, is to miss as many political debates as possible. You wouldn’t care to come with me, would you?’
    ‘No, thank you, sir. I am particularly anxious to hear Mr. Winship’s speech.’
    ‘He’ll probably only say “Er”,’ I riposted rather cleverly.

CHAPTER Sixteen

    It was with a heart definitely bowed down mood and the circles beneath my eyes darker than ever that I drove back next