“In your sitting-room.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why was she bending over you?”
“Because I was on the floor, ass. Naturally a girl would bend over a fellow who was on the floor. Goodbye, Bertie. I must rush.”
He was out of the room before I knew he had started. I followed at a high rate of speed, but he was down the stairs before I reached the passage. I legged it after him, but when I got into the street it was empty.
No, not absolutely empty. Jeeves was standing on the pavement, gazing dreamily at a brussels sprout which lay in the fairway.
“ Mr. Sipperley has this moment gone, sir,” he said, as I came charging out.
I halted and mopped the brow.
“Jeeves,” I said, “what has been happening?”
“As far as Mr. Sipperley’s romance is concerned, sir, all, I am happy to report, is well. He and Miss Moon have arrived at a satisfactory settlement.”
“I know. They’re engaged. But how did it happen?”
“I took the liberty of telephoning to Mr. Sipperley in your name, asking him to come immediately to the flat, sir.”
“Oh, that’s how he came to be at the flat? Well?”