“Never mind why.”
At this point he seemed to think he heard somebody coming, for he suddenly leaped with incredible agility into a laurel bush. And I toddled along to consult Jeeves about these rummy happenings.
“Jeeves,” I said, repairing to the bedroom, where he was unpacking my things, “you remember that telegram?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It was from Mr. Little. He’s here, tutoring my young Cousin Thomas.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“I can’t understand it. He appears to be a free agent, if you know what I mean; and yet would any man who was a free agent wantonly come to a house which contained my Aunt Agatha?”
“It seems peculiar, sir.”
“Moreover, would anybody of his own free will and as a mere pleasure-seeker tutor my Cousin Thomas, who is notoriously a tough egg and a fiend in human shape?”
“Most improbable, sir.”
“These are deep waters, Jeeves.”
“Precisely, sir.”
“And the ghastly part of it all is that he seems to consider it necessary, in order to keep his job, to treat me like a long-lost leper. Thus killing my only chance of having anything approaching a decent time in this abode of desolation. For do you realize, Jeeves, that my aunt says I mustn’t smoke while I’m here?”