appear after all, what?”
“No, it won’t.”
“Has Jeeves thought of another scheme?”
“No, but I have.” Bingo bent forward and patted my knee affectionately. “Look here, Bertie,” he said, “you and I were at school together. You’ll admit that?”
“Yes, but—”
“And you’re a fellow who never lets a pal down. That’s well known, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but listen, Bingo—”
“You’ll cluster round. Of course you will. As if,” said Bingo with a scornful laugh, “I ever doubted it! You won’t let an old schoolfriend down in his hour of need. Not you. Not Bertie Wooster. No, no!”
“Yes, but just one moment—”
Bingo massaged my shoulder soothingly.
“It’s all settled, Bertie, old man. Nothing