think with a certain amount of clearness, and I fixed the man with a stony eye and prepared to let him have it.
“You think so, do you?” I said. “Much, let me tell you, depends on what you mean by the adjective ‘merry.’ If, moreover, you suppose that it is going to be merry for you, correct that impression.
Jeeves,” I said, taking another half- oz. of tea and speaking in a cold, measured voice, “I wish to ask you one question. Did you or did you not know that Sir Roderick Glossop was sleeping in this room last night?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You admit it!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you didn’t tell me!”
“No, sir. I thought it would be