The inimitable Jeeves

a silence.
    ‘I think I’ll go for a walk,’ said Bingo.
    ‘But, my dear old thing,’ I said, ‘it’s just lunch-time. The gong will be going any minute now.’
    ‘I don’t want any lunch!’ said Bingo.

    14
    The Purity of the Turf

    After that, life at Twing jogged along pretty peacefully for a bit. Twing is one of those places where there isn’t a frightful lot to do nor any very hectic excitement to look forward to. In fact, the only event of any importance on the horizon, as far as I could ascertain, was the annual village school-treat. One simply filled in the time by loafing about the grounds, playing a bit of tennis, and avoiding young Bingo as far as was humanly possible.
    This last was a very necessary move if you wanted a happy life, for the Cynthia affair had jarred the unfortunate mutt to such an extent that he was always waylaying one and decanting his anguished soul. And when, one morning, he blew into my bedroom while I was toying with a bit of breakfast, I decided to take a firm line from the start. I could stand having him moaning all over me after dinner, and even after lunch; but at breakfast, no. We Woosters are amiability itself, but there is a limit.
    ‘Now look here, old friend,’ I said. ‘I know your bally heart is broken and all that, and at some future time I shall be delighted to hear all about it, but -‘
    ‘I didn’t come to talk about that.’
    ‘No? Good egg!’
    ‘The past,’ said young Bingo, ‘is dead. Let us say no more about it.’
    ‘Right-o!’
    ‘I have been wounded to the very depths of my soul, but don’t speak about it.’
    ‘I won’t.’
    ‘Ignore it. Forget it.’
    ‘Absolutely!’
    I hadn’t seen him so dashed reasonable for days.
    ‘What I came to see you about this morning, Bertie,’ he said, fishing a sheet of paper out of his pocket, ‘was to ask if you would care to come in on another little flutter.’
    If there is one thing we Woosters are simply dripping with, it is sporting blood. I bolted the rest of my sausage, and sat up and took notice.
    ‘Proceed,’ I said. ‘You interest me strangely, old bird.’
    Bingo laid the paper on the bed.
    ‘On Monday week,’ he said, ‘you may or may not know, the annual village school-treat takes place. Lord Wickhammersley lends the Hall grounds for the purpose. There will be games and a conjurer, and coco-nut shies, and tea in a tent. And also sports.’
    ‘I know. Cynthia was telling me.’
    Young Bingo winced.
    ‘Would you mind not mentioning that name? I am not made of marble.’
    ‘Sorry!’
    ‘Well, as I was saying, this jamboree is slated for Monday week. The question is, Are we on?’
    ‘How do you mean, “Are we on?”?’
    ‘I am referring to the sports. Steggles did so well out of the Sermon Handicap that he has decided to make a book on these sports. Punters can be accommodated at ante-post odds or starting price, according to their preference. I think we ought to look into it,’ said young Bingo.
    I pressed the bell.
    ‘I’ll consult Jeeves. I don’t touch any sporting proposition without his advice. Jeeves,’ I said, as he drifted in,”rally round.’
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘Stand by. We want your advice.’
    ‘Very good, sir.’
    ‘State your case, Bingo.’
    Bingo stated his case.
    ‘What about it, Jeeves?’ I said. ‘Do we go in?’
    Jeeves pondered to some extent.
    ‘I am inclined to favour the idea, sir.’
    That was good enough for me. ‘Right,’ I said. ‘Then we will form a syndicate and bust the Ring. I supply the money, you supply the brains, and Bingo - what do you supply, Bingo?’
    ‘If you will carry me, and let me settle up later,’ said young Bingo, ‘I think I can put you in the way of winning a parcel on the Mothers’ Sack Race.’
    ‘All right. We will put you down as Inside Information. Now what are the events?’
    Bingo reached for his paper and consulted it.
    ‘Girls’ Under Fourteen Fifty-Yard Dash seems to open the proceedings.’
    ‘Anything to say about that, Jeeves?’
    ‘No, sir. I have no information.’
    ‘What’s the next?’
    ‘Boys’ and Girls’ Mixed Animal Potato Race, All Ages.’
    This was a new one to me. I had never heard of it at any of the big meetings.
    ‘What’s that?’
    ‘Rather sporting,’ said young Bingo. ‘The competitors enter in couples, each couple being assigned an animal cry and a potato. For instance, let’s suppose that you and Jeeves entered. Jeeves would stand at a fixed point holding a