advice, and he would raise Cain automatically. He’s always done it.”
I strained the old bean to meet this emergency.
“You want to work it so that he makes Miss Singer’s acquaintance without knowing that you know her. Then you come along—”
“But how can I work it that way?”
I saw his point. That was the catch.
“There’s only one thing to do,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Leave it to Jeeves.”
And I rang the bell.
“Sir?” said Jeeves, kind of manifesting himself. One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room. He’s like one of those weird chappies in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble