'Jeeves,' I said, 'this is a time for deeds, not words. Pack—and that right speedily.'
'I have packed, sir.'
'Find out when there is a train for Cambridge.'
'There is one in forty minutes, sir.'
'Call a taxi.'
'A taxi is at the door, sir.'
'Good!' I said. 'Then lead me to it.'
The Maison Pringle was quite a bit of a way out of Cambridge, a mile or two down the Trumpington Road; and when I arrived everybody was dressing for dinner. So it wasn't till I had shoved on the evening raiment and got down to the drawing-room that I met the gang.
'Hullo-ullo!' I said, taking a deep breath and floating in.