no place like home—what?”
“Very true, sir.”
“The jolly old rooftree, and all that sort of thing—what?”
“Precisely, sir.”
I lit another cigarette.
“Jeeves.”
“Sir?”
“Do you know, at one point in the business I really thought you were baffled.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“When did you get the idea of taking Miss Rockmetteller to the meeting? It was pure genius!”
“Thank you, sir. It came to me a little suddenly, one morning when I was thinking of my aunt, sir.”
“Your aunt? The hansom cab one?”
“Yes, sir. I recollected that, whenever we observed one of her attacks coming on, we used to send for the clergyman of the parish. We always found that if he talked to her a while of higher things it diverted her mind from hansom cabs. It