a bit of news. I felt I had misjudged Rollo. Evidently, when you got to know him better, he had a lot of intelligence in him.
“Ripping!” I said. “Is Lord Pershore in, Jeeves?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you expect him back to dinner?”
“No, sir.”
“Where is he?”
“In prison, sir.”
Have you ever trodden on a rake and had