and hurried off after the crowd. It seemed to me that a little bailing-out might be in order.
It was about an hour later that I shoved my way out to where I had parked the car.
Jeeves was sitting in the front seat, brooding over the cosmos. He rose courteously as I approached.
“You are leaving, sir?”
“I am.”
“And Sir Roderick, sir?”
“Not coming. I am revealing no secrets, Jeeves, when I inform you that he and I have parted brass-rags. Not on speaking terms now.”
“Indeed, sir? And Mr. Biffen? Will you wait for him?”
“No. He’s in prison.”
“Really, sir?”
“Yes. * Laden down with chains in the deepest dungeon beneath the castle moat. * I tried to bail him