heard it all, didn’t you? You were in the dining room most of the time. That pill is coming to stay here.”
“Pill, sir?”
“The excrescence.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
I looked at Jeeves sharply. This sort of thing wasn’t like him. It was as if he were deliberately trying to give me the pip.
Then I understood. The man was really upset about that tie. He was trying to get his own back.
“Lord Pershore will be staying here from tonight, Jeeves,” I said coldly.
“Very good, sir. Breakfast is ready, sir.”
I could have sobbed into the bacon and eggs.
That there wasn’t any sympathy to be got out of Jeeves was what put the lid on it. For a moment I almost weakened and told him to destroy the hat and tie if he didn’t like them, but I pulled myself together again.
I was dashed if I was going to let Jeeves treat me like a bally one-man chain-gang!
But, what with brooding on Jeeves and brooding on Motty, I was in a pretty reduced sort of state. The more I examined the situation, the more blighted it became. There was nothing I could do. If I slung Motty out, he would report to his mother, and she would pass it on to Aunt Agatha, and I didn’t like to think what would happen then. Sooner or later, I should be wanting to go back