"Yes, sir."
"And the car?"
"Yes, sir."
"There was no old gentleman in the car?"
"No, sir."
"Good heavens!" said Pugeot. "What can I have done with him?"
Higgs, not knowing, said nothing, moving about putting things in order and getting his master's bath ready.
"I've lost an old gentleman, Higgs," said Pugeot, for Higgs was a confidential servant as well as a valet.
"Indeed, sir," said Higgs, as though losing old gentlemen was as common as losing umbrellas.
"And the whole business is so funny I can scarcely believe it's true. I haven't a touch of the jim-jams, have I, Higgs?"