does Jeeves suggest?” asked Biffy, eagerly.
“Jeeves doesn’t suggest anything.”
“But you said it was all right.”
“Jeeves isn’t the only thinker in the Wooster home, my lad. I have taken over your little problem, and I can tell you at once that I have the situation well in hand.”
“You?” said Biffy.
His tone was far from flattering. It suggested a lack of faith in my abilities, and my view was that an ounce of demonstration would be worth a ton of explanation. I shoved the bouquet at him.
“Are you fond of flowers, Biffy?” I said.
“Eh?”
“Smell these.”
Biffy extended the old beak in a careworn sort of way, and I pressed the bulb as per printed instructions on the label.