Stiff Upper Lip Jeeves

these human gorillas. Roderick Spode may have had his merits, though I had never been able to spot them, but his warmest admirer couldn’t have called him couth.

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    ‘Have you seen Fink-Nottle?’ he said.
    I didn’t like the way he spoke or the way he was looking. The lips, I noted, were twitching, and the eyes glittered with what I believe is called a baleful light. It seemed pretty plain to me that it was in no friendly spirit that he was seeking Gussie, so I watered down the truth a bit, as the prudent man does on these occasions.
    ‘I’m sorry, no. I’ve only just got back from my uncle’s place over Worcestershire way. Some urgent family business came up and I had to go and attend to it, so unfortunately missed the school treat. A great disappointment. You haven’t seen Gussie, have you, Jeeves?’
    He made no reply, possibly because he wasn’t there. He generally slides discreetly off when the young master is entertaining the quality, and you never see him go. He just evaporates.
    ‘Was it something important you wanted to see him about?’
    ‘I want to break his neck.’
    My eyebrows, which had returned to normal, rose again. I also, if I remember rightly, pursed my lips.
    ‘Well, really, Spode! Is this not becoming a bit thick? It’s not so long ago that you were turning over in your mind the idea of breaking mine. I think you should watch yourself in this matter of neck-breaking and check the urge before it gets too strong a grip on you. No doubt you say to yourself that you can take it or leave it alone, but isn’t there the danger of the thing becoming habit-forming? Why do you want to break Gussie’s neck?’
    He ground his teeth, at least that’s what I think he did to them, and was silent for a space. Then, though there wasn’t anyone within earshot but me, he lowered his voice.
    ‘I can speak frankly to you, Wooster, because you, too, love her.’
    ‘Eh? Who?’ I said. It should have been ‘whom’, I suppose, but that didn’t occur to me at the time. ‘Madeline, of course.’
    ‘Oh, Madeline?’
    ‘As I told you, I have always loved her, and her happiness is very dear to me. It is everything to me. To give her a moment’s pleasure I would cut myself in pieces.’
    I couldn’t follow him there, but before I could go into the question of whether girls enjoy seeing people cut themselves in pieces he had resumed.
    ‘It was a great shock to me when she became engaged to this man Fink-Nottle, but I accepted the situation because I thought that that was where her happiness lay. Though stunned, I kept silent.’
    ‘Very white.’
    ‘I said nothing that would give her a suspicion of how I felt.’
    ‘Very pukka.’
    ‘It was enough for me that she should be happy. Nothing else mattered. But when Fink-Nottle turns out to be a libertine -‘
    ‘Who, Gussie?’ I said, surprised. ‘The last chap I’d have attached such a label to. Pure as the driven s., I’d have thought, if not purer. What makes you think Gussie’s a libertine?’
    ‘The fact that less than ten minutes ago I saw him kissing the cook,’ said Spode through the teeth which I’m pretty sure he was grinding, and he dived out of the doof and was gone.
    How long I remained motionless, like a ventriloquist’s dummy whose ventriloquist has gone off to the local and left it sitting, I cannot say. Probably not so very long, for when life returned to the rigid limbs and I legged it for the open spaces to try to find Gussie and warn him of this V-shaped depression which was coming his way, Spode was still in sight. He was disappearing in a nor’-nor’-easterly direction, so, not wanting to hobnob with him again while he was in this what you might call difficult mood, I pushed off sou’-sou’-west, and found that I couldn’t have set my course more shrewdly. There was a sort of yew alley or rhododendron walk or some such thing confronting me, and as I entered it I saw Gussie. He was standing in a kind of trance, and his fatheadedness in standing when he ought to have been running like a rabbit smote me like a blow and lent an extra emphasis to the ‘Hoy!’ with which I accosted him.
    He turned, and as I approached him I noted that he seemed even more braced than when last seen. The eyes behind the horn-rimmed spectacles gleamed with a brighter light, and a smile wreathed his lips. He looked like a fish that’s just learned that its rich uncle in Australia has pegged out and left it a packet.
    ‘Ah,