hand.
“Jeeves,” I said. “Not another word. Stick, one, and needle, darning, good, sharp, one, without fail in this room at eleven-thirty tonight.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Have you any idea where young Tuppy sleeps?”
“I could ascertain, sir.”
“Do so, Jeeves.”
In a few minutes he was back with the necessary informash.
“ Mr. Glossop is established in the Moat Room, sir.”
“Where’s that?”
“The second door on the floor below this, sir.”
“Right-ho, Jeeves. Are the studs in my shirt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And the links also?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then push me into it.”
The more I thought about this enterprise which a sense of duty and good citizenship had thrust upon me, the better it seemed to me. I