My Man Jeeves

done in weeks.
    "Reggie," he said, "I'm on the trail. This time I'm convinced that I shall pull it off. I've remembered something of vital importance."
    "Yes?" I said.
    "I remember distinctly," he said, "that on Mary's last birthday we went together to the Coliseum. How does that hit you?"
    "It's a fine bit of memorizing," I said; "but how does it help?"
    "Why, they change the programme every week there."
    "Ah!" I said. "Now you are talking."
    "And the week we went one of the turns was Professor Some One's Terpsichorean Cats. I recollect them distinctly. Now, are we narrowing it down, or aren't we? Reggie, I'm going round to the Coliseum this minute, and I'm going to dig the date of those Terpsichorean Cats out of them, if I have to use a crowbar."
    So that got him within six days; for the management treated us like brothers; brought out the archives, and ran agile fingers over the pages till they treed the cats in the middle of May.
    "I told you it was May," said Bobbie. "Maybe you'll listen to me another time."
    "If you've any sense," I said, "there won't be another time."
    And Bobbie said that there wouldn't.
    Once you get your money on the run, it parts as if it enjoyed doing it. I had just got off to sleep that night when my telephone–bell rang. It was Bobbie, of course. He didn't apologize.
    "Reggie," he said, "I've got it now for certain. It's just come to me. We saw those Terpsichorean Cats at a matinee, old man."
    "Yes?" I said.
    "Well, don't you see that that brings it down to two days? It must have been either Wednesday the seventh or Saturday the tenth."
    "Yes," I said, "if they didn't have daily matinees at the Coliseum."
    I heard him give a sort of howl.
    "Bobbie," I said. My feet were freezing, but I was fond of him.
    "Well?"
    "I've remembered something too. It's this. The day you went to the Coliseum I lunched with you both at the Ritz. You had forgotten to bring any money with you, so you wrote a cheque."
    "But I'm always writing cheques."
    "You are. But this was for a tenner, and made out to the hotel. Hunt up your cheque–book and see how many cheques for ten pounds payable to the Ritz Hotel you wrote out between May the fifth and May the tenth."
    He gave a kind of gulp.
    "Reggie," he said, "you're a genius. I've always said so. I believe you've got it. Hold the line."
    Presently he came back again.
    "Halloa!" he said.
    "I'm here," I said.
    "It was the eighth. Reggie, old man, I——"
    "Topping," I said. "Good night."
    It was working along into the small hours now, but I thought I might as well make a night of it and finish the thing up, so I rang up an hotel near the Strand.
    "Put me through to Mrs. Cardew," I said.
    "It's late," said the man at the other end.
    "And getting later every minute," I said. "Buck along, laddie."
    I waited patiently. I had missed my beauty–sleep, and my feet had frozen hard, but I was past regrets.
    "What is the matter?" said Mary's voice.
    "My feet are cold," I said. "But I didn't call you up to tell you that particularly. I've just been chatting with Bobbie, Mrs. Cardew."
    "Oh! is that Mr. Pepper?"
    "Yes. He's remembered it, Mrs. Cardew."
    She gave a sort of scream. I've often thought how interesting it must be to be one of those Exchange girls. The things they must hear, don't you know. Bobbie's howl and gulp and Mrs. Bobbie's scream and all about my feet and all that. Most interesting it must be.
    "He's remembered it!" she gasped. "Did you tell him?"
    "No."
    Well, I hadn't.
    "Mr. Pepper."
    "Yes?"
    "Was he—has he been—was he very worried?"
    I chuckled. This was where I was billed to be the life and soul of the party.
    "Worried! He was about the most worried man between here and Edinburgh. He has been worrying as if he was paid to do it by the nation. He has started out to worry after breakfast, and——"
    Oh, well, you can never tell with women. My idea was that we should pass the rest of the night slapping each other on the back across the wire, and telling each other what bally brainy conspirators we were, don't you know, and all that. But I'd got just as far as this, when she bit at me. Absolutely! I heard the snap. And then she said "Oh!" in that choked kind of way. And when a woman says "Oh!" like that, it means all the bad words she'd love to say if she only knew them.
    And then she began.
    "What brutes men are! What horrid brutes! How you could stand by and see poor dear Bobbie worrying himself into a fever, when a word from you would have put