to Skeldings for Christmas, Jeeves, because I knew that young Tuppy Glossop was going to be here.”
“Sir Roderick Glossop, sir?”
“His nephew. You may have observed hanging about the place a fellow with light hair and a Cheshire cat grin. That is Tuppy, and I have been anxious for some time to get to grips with him. I have it in for that man of wrath. The Wooster honour is involved. Listen to the facts, Jeeves, and tell me if I am not justified in planning a hideous vengeance.”
I took a sip of tea, for the mere memory of my wrongs had shaken me.
“In spite of the fact that young Tuppy is the nephew of Sir Roderick Glossop, at whose hands, Jeeves, as you are aware, I have suffered much, I fraternized with him freely, both at the Drones Club and elsewhere. I said to myself that a man is not to be blamed for his relations, and that I would hate to have my pals hold my Aunt Agatha, for instance, against me. Broad-minded, Jeeves, I think?”
“Extremely, sir.”
“Well, then, as I say, I sought this Tuppy out, Jeeves, and hobnobbed, and what do you think he did?”
“I could not say, sir.”
“I will tell you. One night after dinner at the Drones he bet me I wouldn’t swing myself across the swimming-bath by the ropes and rings. I took him on, and was