or may not know that Mr. Sipperley is practically dependent on his Aunt Vera.”
“Would that be Miss Sipperley of the Paddock, Beckley-on-the-Moor, in Yorkshire, sir?”
“Yes. Don’t tell me you know her?”
“Not personally, sir. But I have a cousin residing in the village who has some slight acquaintance with Miss Sipperley. He has described her to me as an imperious and quick-tempered old lady … But I beg your pardon, sir, I should have nodded.”
“Quite right, you should have nodded. Yes, Jeeves, you should have nodded. But it’s too late now.”
I nodded myself. I hadn’t had my eight hours the night before, and what you might call a lethargy was showing a tendency to steal