“On the contrary, I have arrived at a solution, and one which I think is the only feasible solution. I am convinced that my boat was set adrift by the boy Thomas, my hostess’s son.”
“Oh, I say, no! Why?”
“He had a grudge against me. And it is the sort of thing only a boy, or one who is practically an imbecile, would have thought of doing.”
He legged it for the house; and I turned to Jeeves, aghast. Yes, you might say aghast.
“You heard, Jeeves?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s to be done?”
“Perhaps Mr. Filmer, on thinking the matter over, will decide that his suspicions are unjust.”
“But they aren’t unjust.”
“No, sir.”
“Then what’s to be done?”
“I could not say, sir.”
I pushed off rather smartly to the house and reported to Aunt Agatha that the Right Hon. had been salved; and then I toddled upstairs to have a hot bath, being considerably soaked from stem to stern as the result of my rambles. While I was enjoying the grateful warmth, a knock came at the door.
It was Purvis, Aunt Agatha’s butler.