I him narrowly. I didn't like his looks. Mark you, I don't say I had, much, Nature, when this fellow, in a more than was necessary and the a too and for one who was neither an Empire a traffic policeman. But on the present occasion, in to the sense, this Glossop to me to be a air of menace, and I myself that Jeeves wasn't always so tactful. I mean, it's all very well to remove like an into when the has a visitor, but there are moments—and it looked to me as if this was going to be one of them—when the is to and to a hand in the free-for-all.

For Jeeves was no longer with us. I hadn't him go, and I hadn't him go, but he had gone. As as the reach, one noted nobody but Tuppy. And in Tuppy's demeanour, as I say, there was a something that to disquiet. He looked to me very much like a man who had come to reopen that of my Angela's ankles.

However, his opening told me that I had been myself unduly. It was of a pacific nature, and came as a great relief.

"Bertie," he said, "I you an apology. I have come to make it."

My on these words, as they did no of any to ankles, was, as I say, great. But I don't think it was any than my surprise. Months had passed since that painful at the Drones, and until now he hadn't a of and contrition. Indeed, word had me through private that he told the at dinners and other and, when doing so, laughed his off.

I it hard to understand, accordingly, what have him to himself at this later date. Presumably he had been the by his self, but why?

Still, there it was.

"My dear chap," I said, to the gills, "don't mention it."

"What's the of saying, 'Don't mention it'? I have mentioned it."

"I mean, don't mention it any more. Don't give the another thought. We all of us ourselves sometimes and do which, in our moments, we regret. No you were a tight at the time."

"What the do you think you're talking about?"

I didn't like his tone. Brusque.

"Correct me if I am wrong," I said, with a stiffness, "but I that you were for your in the last ring that night in the Drones, me to into the b. in the full and fish."

"Ass! Not that, at all."

"Then what?"

"This Bassett business."

"What Bassett business?"

"Bertie," said Tuppy, "when you told me last night that you were in love with Madeline Bassett, I gave you the that I you, but I didn't. The thing too incredible. However, since then I have inquiries, and the appear to square with your statement. I have now come to for you."

"Made inquiries?"

"I asked her if you had to her, and she said, yes, you had."

"Tuppy! You didn't?"

"I did."

"Have you no delicacy, no proper feeling?"

"No."

"Oh? Well, right-ho, of course, but I think you ought to have."

"Delicacy be dashed. I wanted to be that it was not you who Angela from me. I now know it wasn't."

So long as he that, I didn't so much mind him having no delicacy.

"Ah," I said. "Well, that's fine. Hold that thought."

"I have out who it was."

"What?"

He for a moment. His were with a fire. His out like the of Jeeves's head.

"Bertie," he said, "do you what I I would do to the who Angela from me?"

"As nearly as I recall, you planned to him out——"

"—and make him himself. Correct. The programme still good."

"But, Tuppy, I keep assuring you, as a eyewitness, that nobody Angela from you that Cannes trip."

"No. But they did after she got back."

"What?"

"Don't keep saying, 'What?' You heard."

"But she hasn't since she got back."

"Oh, no? How about that bloke?"

"Gussie?"

"Precisely. The Fink-Nottle."

This to me gibbering.

"But Gussie loves the Bassett."

"You can't all love this Bassett. What me is that anyone can do it. He loves Angela, I tell you. And she loves him."

"But Angela you your Gussie got here."

"No, she didn't. Couple of hours after."

"He couldn't have in love with her in a of hours."

"Why not? I in love with her in a of minutes. I her we met, the little excrescence."

"But, it——"

"Don't argue, Bertie. The are all docketed. She loves this newt-nuzzling blister."

"Quite absurd, laddie—quite absurd."

"Oh?" He ground a into the carpet—a thing I've often read about, but had done before. "Then you will how it is that she to come to be to him?"

You have me with a f.

"Engaged to him?"

"She told me herself."

"She was you."

"She was not me. Shortly after the of this afternoon's at Market Snodsbury Grammar School he asked her to him, and she to have right-hoed without a murmur."

"There must be some mistake."

"There was. The Fink-Nottle it, and by now I he it. I've been him since 5.30."

"Chasing him?"

"All over the place. I want to his off."

"I see. Quite."

"You haven't him, by any chance?"

"No."

"Well, if you do, say goodbye to him and put in your order for lilies.... Oh, Jeeves."

"Sir?"

I hadn't the door open, but the man was on the spot once more. My private belief, as I think I have mentioned before, is that Jeeves doesn't have to open doors. He's like one of those in India who their about—the chaps, I mean, who having gone into thin air in Bombay, the parts and appear two minutes later in Calcutta. Only some such will account for the that he's not there one moment and is there the next. He just to from Spot A to Spot B like some of gas.

"Have you Mr. Fink-Nottle, Jeeves?"

"No, sir."

"I'm going to him."

"Very good, sir."

Tuppy withdrew, the door him, and I put Jeeves abreast.

"Jeeves," I said, "do you know what? Mr. Fink-Nottle is to my Cousin Angela."

"Indeed, sir?"

"Well, how about it? Do you the psychology? Does it make sense? Only a hours ago he was to Miss Bassett."

"Gentlemen who have been by one lady are often to themselves without to another, sir. It is what is as a gesture."

I to grasp.

"I see what you mean. Defiant stuff."

"Yes, sir."

"A of 'Oh, right-ho, yourself, but if you don't want me, there are who do.'"

"Precisely, sir. My Cousin George——"

"Never mind about your Cousin George, Jeeves."

"Very good, sir."

"Keep him for the long winter evenings, what?"

"Just as you wish, sir."

"And, anyway, I your Cousin George wasn't a shrinking, non-goose-bo-ing like Gussie. That is what me, Jeeves—that it should be Gussie who has been in all this gesture-making stuff."

"You must remember, sir, that Mr. Fink-Nottle is in a condition."

"That's true. A above at the moment, as it were?"

"Exactly, sir."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing—he'll be in a more condition if Tuppy of him.... What's the time?"

"Just on eight o'clock, sir."

"Then Tuppy has been him for two hours and a half. We must save the blighter, Jeeves."

"Yes, sir."

"A life is a life, what?"

"Exceedingly true, sir."

"The thing, then, is to him. After that we can discuss plans and schemes. Go forth, Jeeves, and the neighbourhood."

"It will not be necessary, sir. If you will you, you will see Mr. Fink-Nottle out from your bed."

And, by Jove, he was right.

There was Gussie, as stated. He was with and looked like a for a of a breather.

"Gussie!" I said.

"Jeeves," said Gussie.

"Sir?" said Jeeves.

"Is that door locked, Jeeves?"

"No, sir, but I will to the immediately."

Gussie sat on the bed, and I for a moment that he was going to be in the mode by his in his hands. However, he a from his brow.

"Have you locked the door, Jeeves?"

"Yes, sir."

"Because you can tell that that Glossop may not take it into his to come——"

The word "back" on his lips. He hadn't got any than a b-ish sound, when the of the door to and rattle. He from the bed, and for an looking like a picture my Aunt Agatha has in her dining-room—The Stag at Bay—Landseer. Then he a for the and was it one got on to it that he had started leaping. I have late for the 9.15 move less nippily.

I a at Jeeves. He allowed his right to slightly, which is as near as he to a of the emotions.

"Hullo?" I yipped.

"Let me in, blast you!" Tuppy's voice from without. "Who locked this door?"

I Jeeves once more in the language of the eyebrow. He one of his. I one of mine. He his other. I my other. Then we both. Finally, there no other policy to pursue, I wide the gates and Tuppy came in.

"Now what?" I said, as as I manage.

"Why was the door locked?" Tuppy.

I was in good eyebrow-raising by now, so I gave him a touch of it.

"Is one to have no privacy, Glossop?" I said coldly. "I Jeeves to lock the door I was about to disrobe."

"A likely story!" said Tuppy, and I'm not sure he didn't add "Forsooth!" "You needn't try to make me that you're people are going to to see you in your underwear. You locked that door you've got the Fink-Nottle in here. I it the moment I'd left, and I to come and investigate. I'm going to search this room from end to end. I he's in that cupboard.... What's in this cupboard?"

"Just clothes," I said, having another at the nonchalant, though as to it would come off. "The of the English paying a country-house visit."

"You're lying!"

Well, I wouldn't have been if he had only waited a minute speaking, the were out of his mouth Gussie was out of the cupboard. I have on the speed with which he had gone in. It was as nothing to the speed with which he emerged. There was a of and blur, and he was no longer with us.

I think Tuppy was surprised. In fact, I'm sure he was. Despite the with which he had his view that the Fink-Nottles, it him to have the out at him like this. He sharply, and jumped about five feet. The next moment, however, he had his and was the in pursuit. It only needed Aunt Dahlia after them, "Yoicks!" or is on these occasions, to complete the to a with the Quorn.