My Man Jeeves

What would you gain by it?"
    "Financially, sir, nothing."
    "Whereas, by keeping quiet"—I tapped him on the chest—"by holding your tongue, Voules, by saying nothing about it to anybody, Voules, old fellow, you might gain a considerable sum."
    "Am I to understand, sir, that, because you are rich and I am poor, you think that you can buy my self–respect?"
    "Oh, come!" I said.
    "How much?" said Voules.
    So we switched to terms. You wouldn't believe the way the man haggled. You'd have thought a decent, faithful servant would have been delighted to oblige one in a little matter like that for a fiver. But not Voules. By no means. It was a hundred down, and the promise of another hundred when we had got safely away, before he was satisfied. But we fixed it up at last, and poor old George got down to his state–room and changed his clothes.
    He'd hardly gone when the breakfast–party came on deck.
    "Did you meet him?" I asked.
    "Meet whom?" said old Marshall.
    "George's twin–brother Alfred."
    "I didn't know George had a brother."
    "Nor did he till yesterday. It's a long story. He was kidnapped in infancy, and everyone thought he was dead. George had a letter from his uncle about him yesterday. I shouldn't wonder if that's where George has gone, to see his uncle and find out about it. In the meantime, Alfred has arrived. He's down in George's state–room now, having a brush–up. It'll amaze you, the likeness between them. You'll think it
is
George at first. Look! Here he comes."
    And up came George, brushed and clean, in an ordinary yachting suit.
    They were rattled. There was no doubt about that. They stood looking at him, as if they thought there was a catch somewhere, but weren't quite certain where it was. I introduced him, and still they looked doubtful.
    "Mr. Pepper tells me my brother is not on board," said George.
    "It's an amazing likeness," said old Marshall.
    "Is my brother like me?" asked George amiably.
    "No one could tell you apart," I said.
    "I suppose twins always are alike," said George. "But if it ever came to a question of identification, there would be one way of distinguishing us. Do you know George well, Mr. Pepper?"
    "He's a dear old pal of mine."
    "You've been swimming with him perhaps?"
    "Every day last August."
    "Well, then, you would have noticed it if he had had a mole like this on the back of his neck, wouldn't you?" He turned his back and stooped and showed the mole. His collar hid it at ordinary times. I had seen it often when we were bathing together.
    "Has George a mole like that?" he asked.
    "No," I said. "Oh, no."
    "You would have noticed it if he had?"
    "Yes," I said. "Oh, yes."
    "I'm glad of that," said George. "It would be a nuisance not to be able to prove one's own identity."
    That seemed to satisfy them all. They couldn't get away from it. It seemed to me that from now on the thing was a walk–over. And I think George felt the same, for, when old Marshall asked him if he had had breakfast, he said he had not, went below, and pitched in as if he hadn't a care in the world.
    Everything went right till lunch–time. George sat in the shade on the foredeck talking to Stella most of the time. When the gong went and the rest had started to go below, he drew me back. He was beaming.
    "It's all right," he said. "What did I tell you?"
    "What did you tell me?"
    "Why, about Stella. Didn't I say that Alfred would fix things for George? I told her she looked worried, and got her to tell me what the trouble was. And then——"
    "You must have shown a flash of speed if you got her to confide in you after knowing you for about two hours."
    "Perhaps I did," said George modestly, "I had no notion, till I became him, what a persuasive sort of chap my brother Alfred was. Anyway, she told me all about it, and I started in to show her that George was a pretty good sort of fellow on the whole, who oughtn't to be turned down for what was evidently merely temporary insanity. She saw my point."
    "And it's all right?"
    "Absolutely, if only we can produce George. How much longer does that infernal sleuth intend to stay here? He seems to have taken root."
    "I fancy he thinks that you're bound to come back sooner or later, and is waiting for you."
    "He's an absolute nuisance," said George.
    We were moving towards the companion way, to go below for lunch, when a boat hailed us. We went to the side and looked over.
    "It's my uncle," said George.
    A stout man came up the gangway.
    "Halloa, George!" he