Stiff Upper Lip Jeeves

said, very decently imperilling his immortal soul by falsifying the facts on behalf of a pal.
    ‘Thought it might be a dog being sick,’ said Plank.
    And I suppose it had sounded rather like that. The revelation of Jeeves’s black treachery had shaken me to my foundations, causing me
    to forget that in the existing circs silence was golden. A silly thing to do, of course, to gasp like that, but, dash it, if for years you have nursed a gentleman’s personal gentleman in your bosom and out of a blue sky you find that he has deliberately sicked Brazilian explorers on to you, I maintain that you’re fully entitled to behave like a dog in the throes of nausea. I could make nothing of his scurvy conduct, and was so stunned that for a minute or two I lost the thread of the conversation. When the mists cleared, Plank was speaking, and the subject had been changed.
    ‘I wonder how Bassett is getting on with that daughter of his. Do you know anything of this chap Wooster?’
    ‘He’s one of my best friends.’
    ‘Bassett doesn’t seem too fond of him.’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Ah well, we all have our likes and dislikes. Which of the two girls is this Madeline he was speaking of? I’ve never met them, but I’ve seen them around. Is she the little squirt with the large blue eyes?’
    I should imagine Stinker didn’t care overmuch for hearing his loved one described as a little squirt, though reason must have told him that that was precisely what she was, but he replied without heat. ‘No, that’s Sir Watkyn’s niece, Stephanie Byng.’
    ‘Byng? Now why does that name seem to ring a bell? Oh yes, of course. Old Johnny Byng, who was with me on one of my expeditions. Red-haired fellow, haven’t seen him for years. He was bitten by a puma, poor chap, and they tell me he still hesitates in a rather noticeable manner before sitting down. Stephanie Byng, eh? You know her, of course?’
    ‘Very well.’
    ‘Nice girl?’
    ‘That’s how she seems to me, and if you don’t mind, I’ll be going and telling her the good news.’
    ‘What good news?’
    ‘About the vicarage.’
    ‘Oh, ah, yes. You think she’ll be interested?’
    ‘I’m sure she will. We’re going to be married.’
    ‘Good God! No chance of getting out of it?’
    ‘I don’t want to get out of it.’
    ‘Amazing! I once hitch-hiked all the way from Johannesburg to Cape Town to avoid getting married, and here you are seeming quite pleased at the prospect. Oh well, no accounting for tastes. All right, you run along. And I suppose I’d better have a word with Bassett before I leave. Fellow bores me stiff, but one has to be civil.’
    The door closed and silence fell, and after waiting a few minutes, just n case I felt u was safe to surface. And I had just done so and was hmbenng up the limbs, which had become somewhat cramped when the door opened and Jeeves came in carrying a tray.

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    ‘Good evening, sir,’ he said. ‘Would you care for an appetizer? I was obliging Mr. Butterfield by bringing them. He is engaged at the moment in listening at the door of the room where Sir Watkyn is in conference with Miss Bassett. He tells me he is compiling his Memoirs, never misses an opportunity of gathering suitable material.’
    I gave the man one of my looks. My face was cold and hard, like a School Treat egg. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been fuller of righteous indignation.
    ‘What I want, Jeeves, is not a slab of wet bread with a dead sardine on it -‘
    ‘Anchovy, sir.’
    ‘Or anchovy. I am in no mood to split straws. I require an explanation, and a categorical one, at that.’
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘You can’t evade the issue by saying “Sir?”. Answer me this, Jeeves, with a simple Yes or No. Why did you tell Plank to come to Totleigh Towers?’
    I thought the query would crumple him up like a damp sock, but he didn’t so much as shuffle a foot.
    ‘My heart was melted by Miss Byng’s tale of her misfortunes, sir. I chanced to encounter the young lady and found her in a state of considerable despondency as the result of Sir Watkyn’s refusal to bestow a vicarage on Mr. Pinker. I perceived immediately that it was within my power to alleviate her distress. I had learned at the post office at Hockley-cum-Meston that the incumbent there was retiring shortly, and being cognizant of Major Plank’s desire to strengthen the Hockley-cum-Meston forward line, I felt that it would be an excellent idea to place him in communication with Mr. Pinker. In