get it I’ll make it up to five hundred. Bicky’ll never know. Do you suspect Mr. Bickersteth would suspect anything, Jeeves, if I made it up to five hundred?”
“I fancy not, sir. Mr. Bickersteth is an agreeable gentleman, but not bright.”
“All right, then. After breakfast run down to the bank and get me some money.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know, you’re a bit of a marvel, Jeeves.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Right-o!”
“Very good, sir.”
When I took dear old Bicky aside in the course of the morning and told him what had happened he nearly broke down. He tottered into the sitting room and buttonholed old Chiswick, who was reading the comic section of the morning paper