“Mr. Little called earlier in the morning, sir.”
“Oh, by Jove, what? Did he tell you about what happened?”
“Yes, sir. It was in connection with that that he wished to see you. He proposes to retire to the country and remain there for some little while.”
“Dashed sensible.”
“That was my opinion, also, sir. There was, however, a slight financial difficulty to be overcome. I took the liberty of advancing him ten pounds on your behalf to meet current expenses. I trust that meets with your approval, sir?”
“Oh, of course. Take a tenner off the dressing-table.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Jeeves,” I said.
“Sir?”
“What beats me is how the dickens the thing happened. I mean, how did the chappie Butt ever get to know who he was?”