more judicious not to do so.”
“Jeeves—”
“If you will allow me to explain, sir.”
“Explain!”
“I was aware that my silence might lead to something in the nature of an embarrassing contretemps, sir—”
“You thought that, did you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You were a good guesser,” I said, sucking down further Bohea.
“But it seemed to me, sir, that whatever might occur was all for the best.”
I would have put in a crisp word or two here, but he carried on without giving me the opp.
“I thought that possibly, on reflection, sir, your views being what they are, you would prefer your relations with Sir Roderick Glossop and his family to be distant rather than cordial.”