Stiff Upper Lip Jeeves

roused me? Stealthy footsteps, no less. I crept out of my room, and I saw Gussie sneaking down the stairs. All was darkness, of course, but he had a little torch and it shone on his spectacles. I followed him. He went to the kitchen. I peered in, and there was the cook shovelling cold steak and kidney pie into him like a stevedore loading a grain ship. And the thought flashed into my mind that if Madeline heard of this, she would give him the bum’s rush before he knew what had hit him.’
    ‘But a girl doesn’t give a fellow the bum’s rush just because she’s told him to stick to the sprouts and spinach and she hears that he’s been wading into the steak and kidney pie,’ I said, trying to reassure myself but not getting within several yards of it.
    ‘I bet Madeline would.’
    And so, thinking it over, did I. You can’t judge goofs like Madeline Bassett by ordinary standards. What the normal popsy would do and what she would do in any given circumstances were two distinct and separate things. I had not forgotten the time when she had severed relations with Gussie purely because through no fault of his own he got stinko when about to present the prizes at Market Snodsbury Grammar School.
    ‘You know how high her ideals are. Yes, sir, if someone were to drop an incautious word to her about tonight’s orgy, those wedding bells would not ring out. Gussie would be at liberty, and she would start looking about her for somebody else to fill the vacant spot. I really think you’ll have to reconsider that decision of yours, Bertie, and do just this one more bit of pinching.’
    ‘Oh, my sainted aunt!’
    I spoke as harts do when heated in the chase and panting for cooling streams. It would have been plain to a far less astute mind than mine that this blighted Byng had got me by the short hairs and was in a position to dictate tactics and strategy.
    Blackmail, of course, but the gentler sex love blackmail. Not once but on several occasions has my Aunt Dahlia bent me to her will by threatening that if I didn’t play ball she would bar me from her table, thus dashing Anatole’s lunches and dinners from my lips. Show me a delicately nurtured female, and I will show you a ruthless Napoleon of Crime prepared without turning a hair to put the screws on some unfortunate male whose services she happens to be in need of. There ought to be a law.
    ‘It looks as if the die were cast,’ I said reluctantly.
    ‘It is,’ she assured me.
    ‘You’re really adamant?’
    ‘Couldn’t be more so. My heart bleeds for Plank, and I’m going to
    see that justice is done.’
    ‘Right ho, then. I’ll have a crack at it.’
    ‘That’s my little man. The whole thing’s so frightfully easy and simple. All you have to do is lift the thing off the dining-room table and smuggle it over to Plank. Think how his face’ll light up when you walk in on him with it. “My hero!” I expect he’ll say.’
    And with a laugh which, though silvery, grated on my ear like a squeaking slate pencil, she buzzed off.

    10
    Proceeding to my room and turning in between the sheets, I composed myself for sleep, but I didn’t get a lot of it and what I did get was much disturbed by dreams of being chased across difficult country by sharks, some of them looking like Stiffy, some like Sir Watkyn Bassett, others like the dog Bartholomew. When Jeeves came shimmering in next morning with the breakfast tray, I lost no time in supplying him with full information re the harrow I found myself the toad under.
    ‘You see the posish, Jeeves,’ I concluded. ‘When the loss of the thing is discovered and the hue and cry sets in, who will be the immediate suspect? Wooster, Bertram. My name in this house is already mud, and the men up top will never think of looking further for the guilty party. On the other hand, if I refuse to sit in, Stiffy will consider herself scorned, and we all know what happens when you scorn a woman. She’ll tell Madeline Bassett that Gussie has been at the steak and kidney pie, and ruin and desolation will ensue. I see no way of beating the game.’
    To my surprise, instead of raising an eyebrow the customary eighth of an inch and saying ‘Most disturbing, sir,’ he came within an ace of smiling. That is to say, the left corner of his mouth quivered almost imperceptibly before returning to position one.
    ‘You cannot accede to Miss Byng’s request, sir.’
    I took an astonished sip of coffee. I couldn’t follow his train of