legged it after him, but when I got into the street it was empty.
No, not absolutely empty. Jeeves was standing on the pavement, gazing dreamily at a brussels sprout which lay in the fairway.
“ Mr. Sipperley has this moment gone, sir,” he said, as I came charging out.
I halted and mopped the brow.
“Jeeves,” I said, “what has been happening?”
“As far as Mr. Sipperley’s romance is concerned, sir, all, I am happy to report, is well. He and Miss Moon have arrived at a satisfactory settlement.”
“I know. They’re engaged. But how did it happen?”
“I took the liberty of telephoning to Mr. Sipperley in your name, asking him to come immediately to the flat, sir.”
“Oh, that’s how he came to be at the flat? Well?”
“I then took the liberty of telephoning to Miss Moon and informing her that Mr. Sipperley had met with a nasty accident. As I anticipated, the young lady was strongly moved and announced her intention of coming to see Mr. Sipperley immediately. When she arrived, it required only a few moments to arrange the matter. It seems that Miss Moon has long loved Mr. Sipperley, sir, and—”
“I should have thought that, when she turned up and found he hadn’t had a nasty accident, she would have been thoroughly pipped at being