The inimitable Jeeves

seemed the only things on the list that hadn’t been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of the Borgia family for people they had a particular grudge against, so I chose them, and Mabel hopped it.
    ‘Well?’ said Bingo rapturously.
    I took it that he wanted my opinion of the female poisoner who had just left us.
    ‘Very nice,’ I said.
    He seemed dissatisfied.
    ‘You don’t think she’s the most wonderful girl you ever saw?’ he said wistfully.
    ‘Oh, absolutely!’ I said, to appease the blighter. ‘Where did you meet her?’
    ‘At a subscription dance at Camberwell.’
    ‘What on earth were you doing at a subscription dance at Camberwell?’
    ‘Your man Jeeves asked me if I would buy a couple of tickets. It was in aid of some charity or other.’
    ‘Jeeves? I didn’t know he went in for that sort of thing.’
    ‘Well, I suppose he has to relax a bit every now and then. Anyway, he was there, swinging a dashed efficient shoe. I hadn’t meant to go at first, but I turned up for a lark. Oh, Bertie, think what I might have missed!’
    ‘What might you have missed?’ I asked, the old lemon being slightly clouded.
    ‘Mabel, you chump. If I hadn’t gone I shouldn’t have met Mabel.’
    ‘Oh, ah!’
    At this pouit Bingo fell into a species of trance, and only came out of it to wrap himself round the pie and the macaroon.
    ‘Bertie,’ he said, ‘I want your advice.’
    ‘Carry on.’
    ‘At least, not your advice, because that wouldn’t be much good to anybody. I mean, you’re a pretty consummate old ass, aren’t you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course.’
    ‘No, no, I see that.’
    ‘What I wish you would do is to put the whole thing to that fellow Jeeves of yours, and see what he suggests. You’ve often told me that he has helped other pals of yours out of messes. From what you tell me, he’s by way of being the brains of the family.’
    ‘He’s never let me down yet.’
    ‘Then put my case to him.’
    ‘What case?’
    ‘My problem.’
    ‘What problem?’
    ‘Why, you poor fish, my uncle, of course. What do you think my uncle’s going to say to all this? If I sprang it on him cold, he’d tie himself in knots on the hearthrug.’
    ‘One of these emotional johnnies, eh?’
    ‘Somehow or other his mind has got to be prepared to receive the news. But how?’
    ‘Ah!’
    ‘That’s a lot of help, that “ah”! You see, I’m pretty well dependent on the old boy. If he cut off my allowance, I should be very much in the soup. So you put the whole binge to Jeeves and see if he can’t scare up a happy ending somehow. Tell him my future is in his hands, and that, if the wedding bells ring out, he can rely on me, even unto half my kingdom. Well, call it ten quid. Jeeves would exert himself with ten quid on the horizon, what?’
    ‘Undoubtedly,’ I said.
    I wasn’t in the least surprised at Bingo wanting to lug Jeeves into his private affairs like this. It was the first thing I would have thought of doing myself if I had been in any hole of any description. As I have frequently had occasion to observe, he is a bird of the ripest intellect, full of bright ideas. If anybody could fix things for poor old Bingo, he could.
    I stated the case to him that night after dinner.
    ‘Jeeves.’
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘Are you busy just now?’
    ‘No, sir.’
    ‘I mean, not doing anything in particular?’
    ‘No, sir. It is my practice at this hour to read some improving book; but, if you desire my services, this can easily be postponed, or indeed, abandoned altogether.’
    ‘Well, I want your advice. It’s about Mr Little.’
    ‘Young Mr Little, sir, or the elder Mr Little, his uncle, who lives in Pounceby Gardens?’
    Jeeves seemed to know everything. Most amazing thing. I’d been pally with Bingo practically all my life, and yet I didn’t remember having heard that his uncle lived anywhere in particular.
    ‘How did you know he lived in Pounceby Gardens?’ I said.
    ‘I am on terms of some intimacy with the elder Mr Little’s cook, sir. In fact, there is an understanding.’
    I’m bound to say that this gave me a bit of a start. Somehow I’d never thought of Jeeves going in for that sort of thing.
    ‘Do you mean you’re engaged?’
    ‘It may be said to amount to that, sir.’
    ‘Well, well!’
    ‘She is a remarkably excellent cook, sir,’ said Jeeves, as though he felt called on to give some explanation. ‘What was it you wished to ask me about Mr