“Jeeves, let us get this clear. Was it not you who threw away that o.j.?”
“No, sir. I assumed, when I entered the room and found the pitcher empty, that you had done so.”
We looked at each other, awed. Two minds with but a single thought.
“I very much fear, sir——”
“So do I, Jeeves.”
“It would seem almost certain——”
“Quite certain. Weigh the facts. Sift the evidence. The jug was standing on the mantelpiece, for all eyes to behold. Gussie had been complaining of thirst. You found him in here, laughing heartily. I think that there can be little doubt, Jeeves, that the entire contents of that jug are at this moment reposing on top of the existing cargo in that already brilliantly lit man’s interior. Disturbing, Jeeves.”
“Most disturbing, sir.”
“Let us face the position, forcing ourselves to be calm. You inserted in that jug—shall we say a tumblerful of the right stuff?”
“Fully a tumblerful, sir.”