Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves

me?’
    ‘Not altogether, sir, when you attribute Sir Watkyn’s leniency to sheer goodness of heart. There were inducements.’
    ‘I don’t dig you, Jeeves.’
    ‘I made it a condition that you be set at liberty, sir.’
    My inability to dig him became intensified. He seemed to me to be talking through the back of his neck, the last thing you desire in a personal attendant.
    ‘How do you mean, condition? Condition of what?’
    ‘Of my entering his employment, sir. I should mention that during my visit to Brinkley Court Sir Watkyn very kindly expressed appreciation of the manner in which I performed my duties and made me an offer to leave your service and enter his. This offer, conditional upon your release, I have accepted.’
    The police station at Totleigh-in-the-Wold is situated in the main street of that village, and from where we were standing I had a view of the establishments of a butcher, a baker, a grocer and a publican licensed to sell tobacco, ales and spirits. And as I heard these words, this butcher, this baker, this grocer and this publican seemed to pirouette before my eyes as if afflicted with St. Vitus dance.
    ‘You’re leaving me?’ I gasped, scarcely able to b. my e.
    The corner of his mouth twitched. He seemed to be about to smile, but of course thought better of it.
    ‘Only temporarily, sir.’
    Again I was unable to dig him.
    ‘Temporarily?’
    ‘I think it more than possible that after perhaps a week or so differences will arise between Sir Watkyn and myself, compelling me to resign my position. In that event, if you are not already suited, sir, I shall be most happy to return to your employment.’
    I saw all. It was a ruse, and by no means the worst of them. His brain enlarged by constant helpings of fish, he had seen the way and found a formula acceptable to all parties. The mists cleared from before my eyes, and the butcher, the baker, the grocer and the publican licensed to sell tobacco, ales and spirits switched back again to what is called the status quo.
    A rush of emotion filled me.
    ‘Jeeves,’ I said, and if my voice shook, what of it? We Woosters are but human, ‘you stand alone. Others abide our question, but you don’t, as the fellow said. I wish there was something I could do to repay you.’
    He coughed that sheep-like cough of his.
    ‘There does chance to be a favour it is within your power to bestow, sir.’
    ‘Name it, Jeeves. Ask of me what you will, even unto half my kingdom.’
    ‘If you could see your way to abandoning your Alpine hat, sir.’
    I ought to have seen it coming. That cough should have told me. But I hadn’t, and the shock was severe. For an instant I don’t mind admitting that I reeled.
    ‘You would go as far as that?’ I said, chewing the lower lip.
    ‘It was merely a suggestion, sir.’
    I took the hat off and gazed at it. The morning sunlight played on it, and it had never looked so blue, its feather so pink.
    ‘I suppose you know you’re breaking my heart?’
    ‘I am sorry, sir.’
    I sighed. But, as I have said, the Woosters can take it.
    ‘Very well, Jeeves. So be it.’
    I gave him the hat. It made me feel like a father reluctantly throwing his child from the sledge to divert the attention of the pursuing wolf pack, as I believe happens all the time in Russia in the winter months, but what would you?
    ‘You propose to burn this Alpine hat, Jeeves?’
    ‘No, sir. To present it to Mr. Butterfield. He thinks it will be of assistance to him in his courtship.’
    ‘His what?’
    ‘Mr. Butterfield is courting a widowed lady in the village, sir.’
    This surprised me.
    ‘But surely he was a hundred and four last birthday?’
    ‘He is well stricken in years, yes, sir, but nevertheless -‘
    ‘There’s life in the old dog yet?’
    ‘Precisely, sir.’
    My heart melted. I ceased to think of self. It had just occurred to me that in the circumstances I would be unable to conclude my visit by tipping Butterfield. The hat would fill that gap.
    ‘All right, Jeeves, give him the lid, and heaven speed his wooing. You might tell him that from me.’
    ‘I will make a point of doing so. Thank you very much, sir.’
    ‘Not at all, Jeeves.’