about the tenth day I had begun to feel absolutely haunted.
“Jeeves,” I said, “I have begun to feel absolutely haunted.”
“Sir?”
“This woman dogs me. I never seem to get a moment to myself. Old Sippy was supposed to come here to make a study of the Cambridge colleges, and she took me round about fifty-seven this morning.
This afternoon I went to sit in the garden, and she popped up through a trap and was in my midst.
This evening she cornered me in the morning-room. It’s getting so that when I have a bath I wouldn’t be a bit surprised to find her nestling in the soap dish.”
“Extremely trying, sir.”
“Dashed so! Have you any