'That's fine.'
'If every young man in England went about hitting policemen in the stomach, it would be a better country to live in.'
I couldn't follow her reasoning, but everything seemed to be all right; so after a few more cheery words I said good-bye and legged it.
'Jeeves,' I said when I got back to the inn, 'everything's fine. But I am far from understanding why.'
'What actually occurred when you met Miss Sipperley, sir?'
'I told her Sippy was in the jug for assaulting the police. Upon which she burst into hearty laughter, waved her trowel in a pleased manner and said she was proud of him.'
'I think I can explain her apparently eccentric behaviour, sir. I am informed that Miss Sipperley has had a good deal of annoyance at the hands of the local constable during the past two weeks. This has doubtless resulted in a prejudice on her part against the force as a whole.'
'Really? How was that?'
'The constable has been somewhat over-zealous in the performance of his duties, sir. On no fewer than three occasions in the last ten days he has served summonses upon Miss Sipperley—for exceeding the speed limit in her car; for allowing her dog to appear in public without a collar; and for failing to abate a smoky chimney. Being in the nature of an autocrat, if I may use the term, in the village, Miss Sipperley has been accustomed to do these things in the past with impunity, and the constable's unexpected zeal has made her somewhat ill-disposed to policemen as a class and consequently disposed to look upon such assaults as Mr Sipperley's in a kindly and broadminded spirit.'