ran:
Return immediately. Extremely urgent. Catch first train.
Florence.
“Rum!” I said.
“Sir?”
“Oh, nothing!”
It shows how little I knew Jeeves in those days that I didn’t go a bit deeper into the matter with him.
Nowadays I would never dream of reading a rummy communication without asking him what he thought of it. And this one was devilish odd.
What I mean is, Florence knew I was going back to Easeby the day after tomorrow, anyway; so why the hurry call? Something must have happened, of course; but I couldn’t see what on earth it could be.
“Jeeves,” I said, “we shall be going down to Easeby this afternoon. Can you manage it?”
“Certainly, sir.”
“You can get your packing done and