hire an automobile to take you to London. I could bring on your effects later in your own car.”
“But London, Jeeves? Is any man safe? My Aunt Agatha is in London.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, then?”
He regarded me for a moment with a fathomless eye.
“I think the best plan, sir, would be for you to leave England, which is not pleasant at this time of the year, for some little while. I would not take the liberty of dictating your movements, sir, but as you already have accommodation engaged on the Blue Train for Monte Carlo for the day after tomorrow—”