out, but they decided on second thoughts to coop him up for
“What was his offence, sir?”
“You remember that girl of his I was telling you about? He found her in a tank at the Palace of Beauty and went after her by the quickest route, which was via a plate-glass window. He was then scooped up and borne off in irons by the constabulary.”
I gazed sideways at him. It is difficult to bring off a penetrating glance out of the corner of your eye, but I managed it.
“Jeeves,” I said, “there is more in this than the casual observer would suppose. You told Mr. Biffen to go to the Palace of Beauty. Did you know the girl would be there?”