“Good night, old thing,” I said.
I blinked at Jeeves as the door shut. “Rather a sad affair, Jeeves,” I said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Lucky I happened to have all that money handy.”
“Well—er—yes, sir.”
“You speak as though you didn’t think much of it.”
“It is not my place to criticise your actions, sir, but I will venture to say that I think you behaved a little rashly.”
“What, lending that money?”
“Yes, sir. These fashionable French watering places are notoriously infested by dishonest characters.”
This was a bit too thick.
“Now look here, Jeeves,” I said, “I can stand a lot but when it comes to your casting asp-whatever-the-word-is on a bird in Holy Orders—”
“Perhaps I am oversuspicious, sir. But I have seen a great deal of these resorts. When I was in the employment of Lord Frederick Ranelagh, shortly before I entered your service, his lordship was very neatly swindled by a criminal known, I believe, by the sobriquet of Soapy Sid, who scraped acquaintance with us in Monte Carlo with the assistance of a female accomplice. I have never forgotten the circumstances.”