When he looks at me over that nose, my morale goes blue at the roots and I am back at school again. It’s persecution, Bertie. And the next thing that’ll happen is that my proprietor will spot one of those articles, assume with perfect justice that, if I can print that sort of thing, I must be going off my chump, and fire me.”
I pondered.
It was a tough problem.
“How would it be—?” I said.
“That’s no good.”
“Only a suggestion, laddie,” I said.
“Jeeves,” I said, when I got home, “surge round!”
“Sir?”
“Burnish the old bean. I have a case that calls for one of your best