'My uncle's turning up tomorrow, Bertie.'
'So Jeeves told me.'
'The Duke of Chiswick, you know.'
'So Jeeves told me.'
Bicky seemed a bit surprised.
'Jeeves seems to know everything.'
'Rather rummily, that's exactly what I was thinking just now myself.'
'Well, I wish,' said Bicky, gloomily, 'that he knew a way to get me out of the hole I'm in.'
'Mr Bickersteth is in a hole, Jeeves,' I said, 'and wants you to rally round.'
'Very good, sir.'