Old Chiswick foamed at the mouth.
“So you have lied to me! You have deliberately deceived me as to your financial status!”
“Poor old Bicky didn’t want to go to that ranch,” I explained. “He doesn’t like cows and horses, but he rather thinks he would be hot stuff among the hens. All he wants is a bit of capital. Don’t you think it would be rather a wheeze if you were to——”
“After what has happened? After this—this deceit and foolery? Not a penny!”
“But——”
“Not a penny!”
There was a respectful cough in the background.
“If I might make a suggestion, sir?”
Jeeves was standing on the horizon, looking devilish brainy.
“Go ahead, Jeeves!” I said.