the circumstances a moment ago, sir. It appears that Captain Flint was in the habit of marooning people on islands, and Master Thomas felt that he could pursue no more judicious course than to follow his example.”
“But, good Lord, Jeeves! The man must be getting soaked.”
“Yes, sir. Master Thomas commented upon that aspect of the matter.”
It was a time for action.
“Come with me, Jeeves!”
“Very good, sir.”
I buzzed for the boathouse.
My Aunt Agatha’s husband, Spenser Gregson, who is on the Stock Exchange, had recently cleaned up to an amazing extent in Sumatra Rubber; and Aunt Agatha, in selecting a country estate, had lashed out on an impressive