“Rum!” I said.
“Sir?”
“Oh, nothing!”
It shows how little I knew Jeeves in those days that I didn’t go a bit deeper into the matter with him. Nowadays I would never dream of reading a rummy communication without asking him what he thought of it. And this one was devilish odd. What I mean is, Florence knew I was going back to Easeby the day after tomorrow, anyway; so why the hurry call? Something must have happened, of course; but I couldn’t see what on earth it could be.
“Jeeves,” I said, “we shall be going down to Easeby this afternoon. Can you manage it?”
“Certainly, sir.”
“You can get your packing done and all that?”
“Without any difficulty, sir. Which suit will you wear for the