it’s the chap who is not too proud to admit it when he’s in the wrong. No actual statement to that effect had passed his lips, of course, but we Woosters can read between the lines. I could see that he was learning to love the vase.
“How does it look?”
“Yes, sir.”
A bit cryptic, but I let it go.
“Jeeves,” I said.
“Sir?”
“That matter we were in conference about yestereen.”
“The matter of Mr. Sipperley, sir?”
“Precisely. Don’t worry yourself any further. Stop the brain working. I shall not require your services. I have found the solution. It came on me like a flash.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“Just like