“Yes, sir.”
A bit cryptic, but I let it go.
“Jeeves,” I said.
“Sir?”
“That matter we were in conference about yestereen.”
“The matter of Mr. Sipperley, sir?”
“Precisely. Don’t worry yourself any further. Stop the brain working. I shall not require your services. I have found the solution. It came on me like a flash.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“Just like a flash. In a matter of this kind, Jeeves, the first thing to do is to study—what’s the word I want?”
“I could not say, sir.”
“Quite a common word—though long.”
“Psychology, sir?”
“The exact noun. It is a noun?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Spoken like a man! Well, Jeeves, direct your attention to the psychology of old Sippy. Mr. Sipperley, if you follow me, is in the position of a man from whose eyes the scales have not fallen. The task that faced me, Jeeves, was to discover some scheme which would cause those scales to fall. You get me?”
“Not entirely, sir.”