“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.”
Jeeves shimmered in with the glass, and stuck it competently on the table.
“Mr. Bickersteth is in a bit of a hole, Jeeves,” I said, “and wants you to rally round.”
“Very good, sir.”
Bicky looked a bit doubtful.