I gaped at the man. I saw, so to speak, all.
“Good Lord, Jeeves! You didn’t bribe him?”
“Oh, no, sir. But it was his birthday last week, and I gave him a little present. I have always been fond of Egbert.”
“How much?”
“A matter of five pounds, sir.”
I felt in my pocket.
“Here you are,” I said. “And another fiver for luck.”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
“Jeeves,” I said, “you move in a mysterious way your wonders to perform. You don’t mind if I sing a bit, do you?”
“Not at all, sir,” said Jeeves.