“What! Do you think I walked in my sleep?”
“No, sir. It was young Mr. Glossop who did it. I encountered him this morning, sir, shortly before I came here. He was in cheerful spirits and inquired of me how you were feeling about the incident. Not being aware that his victim had been Sir Roderick.”
“But, Jeeves, what an amazing coincidence!”
“Sir?”
“Why, young Tuppy getting exactly the same idea as I did. Or, rather, as Miss Wickham did. You can’t say that’s not rummy. A miracle, I call it.”
“Not altogether, sir. It appears that he received the suggestion from the young lady.”
“From Miss Wickham?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You mean to say that, after she had put me up to the scheme of puncturing Tuppy’s hot-water bottle, she went away and tipped Tuppy off to puncturing mine?”
“Precisely, sir. She is a young lady with a keen sense of humour, sir.”
I sat there, you might say stunned. When I thought how near I had come to offering the Wooster heart and hand to a girl capable of double-crossing a strong man’s honest love like that, I shivered.
“Are you cold, sir?”
“No, Jeeves. Just shuddering.”
“The occurrence, if I may take the liberty of saying so, sir, will perhaps lend colour to the view which I put forward yesterday that Miss