A Damsel in Distress by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"I'm very glad I was able to be of any help."
"What did happen? You must remember I couldn't see a thing except your back, and I could only hear indistinctly." "Well, it started by a man galloping up and insisting that you had got into the cab. He was a fellow with the appearance of a before-using advertisement of an anti-fat medicine and the manners of a ring-tailed chimpanzee." The girl nodded. "Then it was Percy! I knew I wasn't mistaken." "Percy?" "That is his name." "It would be! I could have betted on it." "What happened then?" "I reasoned with the man, but didn't seem to soothe him, and finally he made a grab for the door-handle, so I knocked off his hat, and while he was retrieving it we moved on and escaped." The girl gave another silver peal of laughter. "Oh, what a shame I couldn't see it. But how resourceful of you! How did you happen to think of it?" |
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