that my boat was set adrift by the boy Thomas, my hostess’s son.”
“Oh, I say, no! Why?”
“He had a grudge against me. And it is the sort of thing only a boy, or one who is practically an imbecile, would have thought of doing.”
He legged it for the house; and I turned to Jeeves, aghast. Yes, you might say aghast.
“You heard, Jeeves?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s to be done?”
“Perhaps Mr. Filmer, on thinking the matter over, will decide that his suspicions are unjust.”
“But they aren’t unjust.”
“No, sir.”
“Then what’s to be done?”
“I could not say, sir.”
I pushed off rather smartly to the house and reported