would be taking a liberty.”
“Jeeves,” I said, tackling the blighter squarely, “what have you got against old Biffy?”
“I, sir?”
“Yes, you.”
“I assure you, sir!”
“Oh, well, if you don’t want to chip in and save a fellow-creature, I suppose I can’t make you.
But let me tell you this. I am now going back to the sitting-room, and I am going to put in some very tense thinking. You’ll look pretty silly when I come and tell you that I’ve got Mr. Biffen out of the soup without your assistance.
Extremely silly you’ll look.”
“Yes, sir. Shall I bring you a whisky-and-soda, sir?”
“No. Coffee! Strong and black. And if anybody wants to see me, tell ’em that I’m busy and