to meet some of the lads elsewhere.”
Coming out of the lift I met Bicky bustling in from the street.
“Halloa, Bertie! I missed him. Has he turned up?”
“He’s upstairs now, having some tea.”
“What does he think of it all?”
“He’s absolutely rattled.”
“Ripping! I’ll be toddling up, then. Toodle-oo, Bertie, old man. See you later.”
“Pip-pip, Bicky, dear boy.”
He trotted off, full of merriment and good cheer, and I went off to the club to sit in the window and watch the traffic coming up one way and going down the other.
It was latish in the evening when I looked in at the flat to dress for dinner.
“Where’s everybody, Jeeves?” I said,