Not a chance of a mistake. The thing is in the top left-hand drawer of the desk, and the drawer will be left unlocked because Rosie’s stenographer is to come round at four o’clock and type the thing.”
“Now listen, Bingo,” I said. “I’m frightfully sorry for you and all that, but I must firmly draw the line at burglary. I—”
He gazed at me, astonished and hurt.
“Is this Bertie Wooster speaking?” he said in a low voice.
“Yes, it is!”
“But, Bertie,” he said gently, “we agreed that you were at school with me.”
“I don’t care.”
“At school, Bertie. The dear old school.”
“I don’t care. I will not—”
“Bertie!”
“I will