Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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I want to know what he thinks I ought to do."
"Well, as I say, Jeeves is off the case." "But, Bertie, dash it----" "Jeeves," I said with a certain asperity, "is no longer on the case. I am now in sole charge." "But what on earth can you do?" I curbed my resentment. We Woosters are fair-minded. We can make allowances for men who have been parading London all night in scarlet tights. "That," I said quietly, "we shall see. Sit down and let us confer. I am bound to say the thing seems quite simple to me. You say this girl has gone to visit friends in the country. It would appear obvious that you must go there too, and flock round her like a poultice. Elementary." "But I can't plant myself on a lot of perfect strangers." "Don't you know these people?" "Of course I don't. I don't know anybody." I pursed the lips. This did seem to complicate matters somewhat. "All that I know is that their name is Travers, and it's a place called Brinkley Court down in Worcestershire." |
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