by describing the occurrences of this afternoon for the Sunday issue of one of the more spirited and enterprising newspapers.”
“By Jove!” I said.
“By George!” said Bicky.
“Great heavens!” said old Chiswick.
“Very good, sir,” said Jeeves.
Bicky turned to old Chiswick with a gleaming eye.
“Jeeves is right. I’ll do it! The Chronicle would jump at it. They eat that sort of stuff.”
Old Chiswick gave a kind of moaning howl.
“I absolutely forbid you, Francis, to do this thing!”
“That’s all very well,” said Bicky, wonderfully braced, “but if I can’t get the money any other way—”
“Wait! Er—wait, my boy! You are so impetuous! We might arrange something.”
“I won’t go to that bally