in to speak, when the telephone bell rang. Jeeves answered it.
“No, madam, Mr. Wooster is not in. No, madam, I do not know when he will return, No, madam, he left no message. Yes, madam, I will inform him.”
He put back the receiver.
“ Mrs. Gregson, sir.”
Aunt Agatha! I had been expecting it. Ever since the luncheon-party had blown out a fuse, her shadow had been hanging over me, so to speak.
“Does she know? Already?”
“I gather that Sir Roderick has been speaking to her on the telephone, sir, and—”
“No wedding bells for me, what?”
Jeeves coughed.
“ Mrs. Gregson did not actually confide in me, sir, but I fancy that some such thing may have occurred. She seemed