“I endeavour to give satisfaction, sir.”

The Right Hon. appeared to have said his say for the time being. From that moment he seemed to sort of huddle up and meditate. Dashed absorbed he was. Even when I caught a crab and shot about a pint of water down his neck he didn’t seem to notice it.

It was only when we were landing that he came to life again.

“ Mr. Wooster.”

“Oh, ah?”

“I have been thinking of that matter of which I spoke to you some time back⁠—the problem of how my boat can have got adrift.”

I didn’t like this.