poached egg.
“Jeeves,” I said, “you are certainly a lifesaver!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Nothing would have convinced my Aunt Agatha that I hadn’t lured that blighter into riotous living.”
“I fancy you are right, sir.”
I champed my egg for a bit. I was most awfully moved, don’t you know, by the way Jeeves had rallied round. Something seemed to tell me that this was an occasion that called for rich rewards. For a moment I hesitated. Then I made up my mind.
“Jeeves!”
“Sir?”
“That pink tie!”
“Yes, sir?”
“Burn it!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And, Jeeves!”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take a taxi and get me that Longacre hat, as worn by John Drew!”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
I felt