sir,” said Jeeves respectfully, “that the animals may have become somewhat exhilarated as the result of having discovered the fish under Mr. Wooster’s bed.”
The old boy tottered.
“Fish! Did I hear you rightly?”
“Sir?”
“Did you say that there was a fish under Mr. Wooster’s bed?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir Roderick gave a low moan, and reached for his hat and stick.
“You aren’t going?” I said.
“ Mr. Wooster, I am going! I prefer to spend my leisure time in less eccentric society.”
“But I say. Here, I must come with you. I’m sure the whole business can be explained. Jeeves, my hat.”
Jeeves rallied round. I took the hat from him and shoved it on my head.
“Good heavens!”
Beastly shock it was!